RAYNE
The boy jumped out of the bed as soon as he heard the alarm, ran to the small bathroom and hopped into the shower, letting the water flow over his lean, well-sculpted body. He lathered the washcloth with soap, running it up and down his arms, neck, torso and legs, giving special attention to his private parts.
He left no inch of skin unscrubbed, then got under the water spray, for a thorough rinse. The boy’s morning shower was not an obsession or an elaborate ritual, but rather a necessity, as he spent most of the day at the hospital, coming in contact with all kinds of germs and bacteria. And, since humidity offered ideal conditions for the nasty microorganisms to multiply, he gave drying the same attention.
Once properly dried, the boy looked in the mirror, brushing his teeth and childishly grinning at his reflected image, although, at eighteen, Rayne Calhoun was more mature for his age. When boys and girls his age were thinking about their prom night and who they should invite to the event, he was already planning his next career move.
A sophomore of New York University’s medical school, the teenager was interested in becoming a medical researcher, with genetics as his main discipline. He already published a short study, based on his own experiments and observations, and the work wasacclaimed by some of the biggest names in the medical research community.
Unanimously appreciated by his professors for his inquisitive mind and the will in pushing his boundaries of knowledge, Rayne was personally recommended by the Dean for a special research program. It was coordinated by Professor Conroy Winters, who, at only thirty-six, was a living legend in the field of genetics, with tens of published works, medals and other awards.
Plus, the man was gay, and sexy as hell, a magnet for all the gay male population from the University and the hospital where Rayne was practicing. However, he maintained a professional relationship with all students, doctors and fellow professors, showing no interest in getting romantically involved.
The eighteen-year-old joined the cohort of worshippers, admiring Winters from afar and never daring to approach him. Because of that, the thought that he might be selected to join the lucky few who collaborated with the great man made Rayne’s heart beat faster. It may be the perfect start of the week, after a perfect weekend, the boy thought, smiling to himself.
Jeffrey took him out for the third time, they went to the Metropolitan Opera, and then had dinner in one of those fancy restaurants the rising star of diplomacy frequented. His older party colleagues knew about the relationship between him and the young, innocent, cultivated and refined party escort, benevolently turning a blind eye to it.
That was mainly because most of them knew Rayne and used the services he provided. The boy accompanied older men at exclusive parties, getting engaged in conversations on various themes, from art, philosophy and history to architecture, economy and politics, never ceasing to amaze the audiences with his extensive knowledge on all those fields.
Rayne was generously paid for his company, none of the men wanting to take from him more than he was willing to offer. In the two years since he was in that business, the teenager accumulated a small fortune that allowed him to pay the med school tuition fee and the rent to the apartment he lived in.
With a slim, yet well-shaped body, rusty-red hair and a pair of emerald-green eyes, Rayne was the center of attention wherever he went, and Jeffrey Danvers was instantly captivated by him. It didn’t take long for that instant attraction and interest to turn into something deeper, the teenager and the thirty-four-year-old developing a strong connection, that grew tighter by the day.
The semi-affair between the two had the blessing of Danvers’ wife, Emma, who showed Rayne the affection of a sister. Unable to carry a pregnancy to full term, and aware of her husband’s bisexuality, she preferred to know that he was in the company of the beautiful, cultivated teenager than in the arms of some woman who could snatch him away.
“Hey, Calhoun, you’re early again,” the boy heard the voice of Jack Simmers, one of the young doctors who befriended him. “Curious, aren’t we?” the man smirked.
“Good morning, Doctor Simmers,” Rayne’s lips curled upwards into a charming smile. “Well, I thought I could spend a quiet, relaxing hour in the library, looking over Doctor Winters’ works.And yes, I’m curious about his final decision, I mean, who wouldn’t be?”
“Yes, the great man choosing his next slave... I mean disciple,” Simmers said, the slip of tongue entirely intentional, judging by the grimace on his face.
“What do you mean by that?” Rayne asked, a little bit confused. “I heard the rumors aboutDoctor Winters pushing the limits of his students, but I expect no less from him. I mean, how are they supposed to advance other than following his example? The man is one of the biggest names in human genome research.”
“Oh, sweet innocence!” Simmers half-snorted. “There’s one thing you are right about, though: Conroy Winters is more than meets the eye. Good luck, little one, you are going to need it!”
“Thank you, Doctor Simmers,” Rayne slightly dipped his head, not knowing if the man was serious or ironic. Specialists like Winters were often the target of their colleagues’ hate and envy, so the other man’s remarks didn’t come as a surprise.
In his office, the specialist in the study of human genome was fixing his tie, getting ready for that morning’s press conference. He learned a long time ago that hisappearance was as important as the words he was going to say during the event. By giving attention to every little detail in his posture, outfit, facial expression, Conroy Winters managed to stay in the spotlight for more than a decade.
As for his decision, it was already made from the moment he saw the name among the candidates: Rayne Calhoun. The boy had everything it took for the job: he was innovative, hard-working, paid attention to details, dedicated, more than willing to spend long hours in the lab without complaining. His admiration for the “great professor” was almost endearing, Conroy smiled cruelly, another point in the kid’s advantage.
Plus, he was in perfect health and stunningly beautiful, the last quality making everything easier and pleasurable, because the researcher would have hated to take to bed an unattractive student, and his project, the real, secret one, involved him and the subject getting involved in a sexual act.
Male pregnancy. This was the dream Conroy Winters and his associate, Doctor Vicenzo Valeriani, shared. Making young, pretty boys get pregnant and selling their babies on the black market, to the barren, rich, desperate-for-an-heir couples. They had everything arranged: the lawyer who would take care of the adoption papers, and a senator who was in charge of supplying the clients for the babies.
All they needed was a volunteer to test the serums and procedures on, someone who would be enthusiastic enough to undergo the experiments without hesitating, complaining or asking around. Rayne Calhoun, with his innocent appearance and immense admiration for Conroy, was perfect for the job.
The boy also had a lot of very powerful, influential friends, who could help him advance even more in the carrier. However, the professor had to be very careful around the student, disguising his true intentions, courting him, giving him presents and attention. Finally, when Rayne would completely fall under his spell, Conroy would propose, and his unsuspecting victim would surely accept.
With these thoughts in mind, Professor Winters checked himself in the mirror once again, then headed to the conference room, where the students who applied for the program, the fellow professors and the journalists were already waiting.
“Sorry about the delay,” he offered everyone a charming smile, “but a distinguished colleague from the “Medical Royal College” in London just called to congratulate me on my recent study.”
“Could you tell us the name of the distinguished colleague?” a journalist from the “Medical Gazette”, a well-known opponent of the professor, asked, smirking.
“He is also a close friend of mine, so no, I won’t reveal his name,” Conroy answered, the same charming smile gracing his features, in spite of the anger boiling inside of him. “I can, however, offer you the name of the lucky student I selected to join the special program.”
“Indeed, who is the lucky guy?” the same journalist asked in a sarcastic voice. “Because you only selected male students until now, and I’m very much doubting this time will be different.”
“You are right, the one I selected is a male student, one of the most dedicated, hard-working and intelligent young men I ever had the privilege of knowing, Rayne Calhoun.”
All the people in the room turned to where the boy was sitting, making him to lower his gaze. The student wanted the show to be over already , so he could go into the lab and drown himself in some experiment or test. All his life, Rayne preferred solitude over crowds, maybe because everyone picked on him at school, but, unlike then, he didn’t have anywhere to hide.
Vaguely, the boy heard Professor Winters’ voice thanking the journalists, and then felt his strong, protective arm wrapped around his shoulders, guiding him out of the hall and down the corridors. Finally, they reached the lab that was designed to host Conroy’s special project.
“Sit down and drink this,” his idol offered Rayne a glass of water. “I completely understand your reaction and I’m with you on that, journalists can be bloody hyenas sometimes, especially the arrogant bastards working for “Medical Gazette.” They are after your blood, won’t let you go until they get what they’re after.”
“I saw that,” Rayne nodded, an expression of genuine sympathy on his beautiful face. That one was really mean to you.”
“Well, there are some who are pretty okay, but they are fewer by the day, and the harpies are trying to silence them, too. Tell you what: I’ll deal with the press, while you do what you know better: study, run tests and conduct experiments. What about that?” Conroy smiled sweetly.
“Oh, Professor Winters, I don’t know how to thank you,” a light blush crept onto Rayne’s cheeks. “See, I was never good around people, especially when they try to make me the center of attention.”
“Don’t mention it,” Conroy waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “And now, since we established that part, it’s time to move to serious business: our special science project.”
“Yes, please, tell me more about all those miraculous serums and painkillers you create,” Rayne’s green eyes were shining like two emeralds as he spoke. “I am fascinated by how effective they are, leaving no scars behind. It’s...”
“Well, I can put you in charge of that project right now, if you want it,” Conroy said, not trying to hide his disappointment. “However, I had something even bigger in mind: male pregnancy.”
“Did you succeed in developing the mechanisms?” Rayne’s eyes widened in shock and surprise. “I understand the hormone-balancing part, but what about the fetus’s support? Where is the child going to develop?”
“I and my associate, Doctor Vincenzo Valeriani, created a treatment that helps the false uterus, or the “bag”, as we call it, to grow inside the carrier’s body, next to the stomach. There are three pills, administered for three months, that stimulate tissue growth, and at the end of this period, the bag is fully formed.”
“Then what?” Curiosity was taking over Rayne, making Conroy jump of joy on the inside. The boy was oh so trapped.
“Then, the future carrier is fed pills containing female hormones for another one to three months, until the egg is formed. The carrier enters a state similar to a animals’ heat, becoming feverish and restless. Then, he is coupled with someone compatible, and, once the egg is fertilized, the bag seals itself tightly.”
“Why hasn’t the program not been implemented yet? I mean, the procedures are so simple and completely safe for the carriers, the delivery would be performed via a C-section... I don’t understand,” Rayne looked at Professor Winters with his wonderful green eyes, full of innocence.
Looking at him, Conroy felt his cock twitching in anticipation, the image of the boy’s deliciously sweet lips around its plump head making him almost come in his pants. No, the man told himself, first he will take the boy’s virginity, filling him with his seed for a new life. Then, after the child is born, he’ll enslave the sweet redhead forever, body and mind.
“Professor Winters,” the suave voice that did things to him brought Conroy back, ”you didn’t answer my question.”
“Sorry, I was lost in thought,” the man went near the young redhead, taking a rebellious strand between his fingers and lightly tugging at it, “but now I’m back, and I can give you an answer. We didn’t implement the program because no one volunteered as a carrier,” Professor Winters dramatically sighed.
“Well, I’m here now, and we can get me tested, see if I’m fit,” Rayne shyly smiled. “It would be an immense honor for me if you’d consider it.”
“Of course I’ll take your offer, I’d be a fool not to,” Conroy’s face was suddenly brightened by a twisted, cruel smile that disappeared after a second. Take your clothes off and lay on the table, so I can start the physical examination.”
Rayne nodded, doing as he was told and, several minutes later, Winters’ hands were all over the boy’s gorgeous body, squeezing, touching, fondling, running the hands all over it, insisting on the navel, ass and genitalia. The student flinched violently under the invasive, insistent touches, but managed to regain his composure, reminding himself why he was there in the first place.
Possessing that gorgeous body, entering that tight ass in one go would be one of the most pleasurable sensations he ever experienced, Conroy thought, his cock starting to harden again. However, he had to take it slow, careful not to scare his little, innocent prey away. Smiling, he helped the boy down from the table.
“Well, so far, you are the ideal candidate for the experiment, everything looks to be in place, nothing broken or loose,” he said, winking. “Now, I’ll collect a blood sample from you to have it tested. We shall have the results next Monday, but I don’t doubt they will be good.”
“Why only on Monday? Can’t we have them before the weekend?” Rayne lightly frowned, trying to hide his disappointment.
“I’m thrilled about your eagerness to become a sacrifice on the altar of medical science, but those kinds of things require time, they can’t be done hastily,” Conroy put one hand on the student’s neck, in a dominant gesture. “But don”t worry, I’ll keep you busy, as you have to learn all the procedures.”
“Of course, Professor Winters!” Rayne’s face brightened. “Can we start today, please?
“I don’t see why not,” Conroy shrugged, masking his enthusiasm. “In fact, you can start working right now, after I show you around.”
Once the tour completed, the redhead was on cloud nine, the sight of all the sophisticated medical equipment making his heart thump hard against the ribcage. He finally had the solution to Jeffrey and Emma’s fertility issue, and was impatiently waiting for the weekend to come, so he could talk to the woman in private.
Indeed, time flew by for Rayne, who kept himself busier than ever, attending classes, studying at the library or working in Conroy's lab, inventing and testing new anti-septic serums and pain-killing pills. At the same time, he also learned the protocols for the male pregnancy treatment by heart.
The weekend came, and the teenager went to the Danvers’ residence for the usual two-day visit. To his great surprise, a beautiful woman was also in the living-room, Emma feeling visibly uncomfortable in her presence.
“Oh, here he is, Jeffrey’s boy-toy,” the other guest said, casting Rayne’s a venomous look. “My name is Sarah Pennington, and I’m the great man’s campaign coordinator. You may call me Miss Sarah,” she said in a contempt-filled voice.
“I’m no one’s boy-toy,” Rayne answered, his eyes narrowed into two slits. “And Jeffrey doesn’t need a campaign coordinator, not now, anyway. As a friend of the family, I know things you have no idea of. Emma, I need to speak to you for a few minutes. Alone,” the boy said, giving Sarah a hard stare.
“Thank you a million times,” the lady of the house kissed the redhead on both cheeks, once they were behind closed doors. “The witch will sneak into Jeff”s bed, I know she will, what’s to be done?”
“I may have the solution, but I need your blessing first. At a certain point, I’ll have to sleep with your husband, hopefully only one time. I don’t want to steal him away from you,” Rayne looked into the woman’s eyes, “on the contrary.”
Hesitantly at first, he started to tell Emma about the project and about how he found a way to accelerate the bag’s forming stage. Then, the med student told the woman that he already started the hormonal treatment, and already was experiencing the first changes. However, the boy insisted that they had to act real fast, because the effects only lasted a few days, and if they missed, the next try would be possible only over a month.
“Would you do that for me, for us?” Emma lightly touched Rayne’s soft, slightly curled, fiery red strands.
“Yes, I’ll do that for both of you, because none of you looked at me like I would be some sort of cheap prostitute, and because you always treated me with sisterly affection, which I’m extremely grateful for.”
“Oh, Rayne, you’ll always be my baby brother, no matter what,” the young woman affectionately hugged the boy. Anyway, I don’t want you to take unnecessary risks,” she cast him a worried look.
“Don’t worry, Emma, everything will be fine with me and the baby,” the boy smiled confidently. “When the pregnancy is confirmed by tests, you’ll make the announcement. Jeffrey’s brother won’t stand a chance against his own flesh and blood. Your husband will win back his father’s affection that the serpent managed to steal away.”
“Then, what? In the end, all of them will realize the baby is not mine, that I was never pregnant,” Emma shook her hand. “It won’t work, Johnaton will see through our lies.”
“Not if Jeffrey accepts the position inside the UNO, like the Secretary of State wants him to. Your brother-in-law will not be able to follow you to Geneva, not without raising suspicions, anyway.” Rayne had a concentrated look on his face as he spoke.
“It seems you thought about everything,” Emma kissed him on the forehead, “except one little detail: Jeffrey won’t agree to take you to bed.”
“He doesn’t have to,” the boy smiled, taking two pills out of the jeans pocket. “Thanks to these, your husband won’t remember anything. As I said, I love both of you too much to ruin your marriage.”
The next two nights were filled with pure bliss, passion and pleasure for Rayne, whose only regret was that Jeffrey couldn’t remember the special moments they shared. Anyway, he was aware that it was the only method of helping the people he came to consider his family. One part of the boy impatiently waited forthe weekend to end, so he could go to the lab and find out the test result, while the other part wanted it to last forever.
Eventually, Monday morning came, and Rayne went to the hospital even earlier than usual, this time heading straight to the lab. Two surprises awaited him on the small desk in the corner of the room: the tests’ results, indicating he was in perfect health and fit for the experiment, and a gorgeous bouquet of pink, delicately smelling roses.
The stunningly beautiful med student fell into the cleverly set trap and, during the month that followed, Conroy insistently courted and complimented him, until the boy fell under his spell for good. The manipulative professor didn’t lose any time, getting to the next stage of the plan.
One weekend, Winters asked Rayne out, taking him to a five star hotel’s restaurant, where he ordered the most expensive wine and most refined food. When the boy wasn’t paying attention, the professor slipped a pill into the wine, knocking him out cold, then he took the unconscious student into the room he reserved.
In the morning, when Rayne woke up, naked, he felt dirty and used for the first time in his life. Shaking and ashamed, the boy pulled the blankets up to his chin, tears welling in his eyes, and then he saw it. The paper announced in bold, big letters the assassination of the US ambassador at the UN. His replacement, a thirty-four-year-old diplomat named Jeffrey Danvers, was already there, accompanied by his wife, Emma.
Everything was in vain, Rayne thought, the blow hitting him full-force, all his carefully-built plan turned to dust. No, he thought, putting one hand on his slightly bumped stomach and softly rubbing it, it wasn’t in vain. Jeffrey’s son was inside him, growing each day, a part of the man he gave his heart to.
“I’ll name you Gerrard, the spear bearer,” Rayne whispered, looking down, “because in you I’ll find my solace in the darkest of times. I’ll love you to the end of the world and back, and one day, he’ll know and love you, too, I promise.”