Chapter 29 Colt
Chapter twenty-nine
Colt
Ben lay undressed on our bed, a blanket covering his lower half as Laura examined his vital signs and palpated the large mound of his abdomen.
“Vital signs normal. Abdomen nearly double the size expected at twenty weeks.” She spoke for the benefit of the small tape recorder on the nightstand.
Glancing at me, she said to Ben, “I need to look inside you. I’ll be quick.”
I helped Ben roll onto his hands and knees while Laura spread a towel beneath his lower half.
He looked delectable like that, body long and lean except for the mound of our child that extended to the mattress, back arched and lovely, and knees spread wide so his gorgeous ass protruded for Laura’s inspection.
Get yourself together, Colt. This is a physical examination.
Carefully, Laura spread Ben’s ass cheeks, revealing his pink pucker glistening with tang. The scent of the viscous fluid rose in the room—ripe and luscious, like a split fruit in the hot sun. It was all I could do not to lean in and lick it.
“The skin of the anus is soft and pliable,” she said, rubbing his pucker with her finger and then testing the elasticity by running the tip around the inside rim. When she removed her finger, the wrinkled skin quickly sank back into place. I knew from experience how snug that opening was.
Taking a speculum from her bag, she inserted its long metal nose inside Ben’s anus, tang spilling onto the towel beneath him.
“Okay?” Laura checked with Ben. When he nodded, she widened the opening of his anus with the metal tool.
Behind her, Angus abruptly turned to face the wall. He was enjoying this, the pervert. But I was just as much of a pervert, because I was enjoying it, too.
Clicking on a hand-held light, Laura shone it inside Ben.
“Walls of the rectum have darkened to the color of a ripe plum,” she said. “I am going to open the speculum a bit more.”
“Gods,” I said as I watched Ben’s opening stretch impossibly wide.
I knew, of course, that omegas were built to stretch, and that Ben regularly accepted both Angus’s and my cock without a problem. But seeing how much wider he could stretch was a marvel.
“Anal stretch much larger than normal even for pre-birth,” Laura said clearly for the tape recorder.
Closing and removing the speculum, she said to Ben, “I need to feel the omega pocket with my bare finger. Are you ready?”
Ben said he was, and I watched Laura slowly push her index finger inside his ass to the third knuckle and move it around. Ben made a noise, and Laura said, “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
Head hanging between his arms, Ben murmured, “No, I’m okay.”
“Omega pocket nearly at full ripeness,” Laura said for the benefit of the recording, then, to Ben, “I’m going to put my hand inside it.
It will likely hurt, but I’ll be as quick as I can.
” Withdrawing her finger, Laura then slowly inserted her entire hand inside of Ben.
He took that well, his anus easily stretching around it.
“I’m slipping into the pocket now,” Laura said, slowly rotating her hand inside him, and he cried out in pain.
I put my hand on his back to calm him.
“Just a moment more,” Laura said.
Trembling, Ben squeezed his eyes shut.
“Okay.” Laura eased her hand out.
“Good job, Ben. You did well. The last thing I need to check is the size of your prostate.” Laura slid two fingers inside him, and Ben whimpered. I rubbed his back soothingly.
“Prostate very engorged,” she said. Ben stiffened, a shudder running through him, and she added, “Patient highly responsive to stimulation,” before withdrawing her fingers from his body.
“All right, sweetie. You can lie down again,” she said, putting her scope into her bag and walking into the bathroom to wash her hands.
Ben’s cheeks were red as I helped him roll over onto his back. He quickly arranged the blanket over himself, but not so quick that I didn’t notice how hard his dick was or all the cum that had spurted onto the towel.
It seemed I’d learned one of Ben’s kinks.
“What do you think?” Angus asked when Laura returned.
“He’s presenting like he’s eight and a half months pregnant rather than four,” she said. “I still don’t hear a second heartbeat, and the omega pocket is soft and pliable, as it becomes in the last stages of pregnancy.” She turned off the recorder.
“What? I don’t understand,” Angus said.
“For whatever reason, his pregnancy has accelerated. I’m afraid that’s all I know. We can expect him to give birth within a month. When was the last time one of you penetrated Ben?”
“Last night,” Angus said. “Both of us at the same time.”
“Okay. Considering the fact that I don’t have anything to go by for a pregnancy like this, I’m going to say no more penetration at all until the baby’s born. But Ben is going to be very aroused, so I want you to milk him three times a day to keep him comfortable.”
Angus and I shared confused looks.
“Er, does that mean…” Angus began.
“Exactly what it sounds like. He’ll need the release.” Laura looked at her watch. “I guess I’ll take everyone home now. Oh—how are Bertram and Trey?”
“They’re doing well,” I told her. They’d been in their room when Laura arrived, and we hadn’t wanted to disturb them.
“Wonderful. Call me if you need me.”
With that, she left Angus and I staring at each other.
“Well, damn,” Angus said.
***
I’d finished checking on the weaned calves and was walking toward the barn when Ben called to me.
Turning, I smiled. The sight of him standing there wearing one of Angus’ old sweaters, the sleeves too long for him and the front stretched over the mound of our baby, and my burgundy scarf and hat, made me want to kiss him senseless.
Pregnancy suited him. In the last month, his face had filled out, and he looked healthy and happy, which was all I wanted.
He also looked winded, so I hurried toward him.
Noting the bucket in his hand, I asked, “Been feeding the goats?”
Ben nodded.
“Everything good?”
“Yeah, my back aches, though. Did Laura call?”
We had been awaiting word on the arrival of the man from the SOS.
“Yes. She said she picked up the president and his spouse-mate from the airport this morning. They’ll be here after dinner. Come on.” I took his arm and started for the porch. “I can take a break and massage your back.”
“Oh, no, that’s okay. I’m fine. Really. I didn’t mean to bother you,” Ben protested as I helped him up the steps.
Seated on the swing, I told him to lean forward. I pressed the center of his back. “Here?”
“Lower,” he directed, then groaned when I moved the pressure to his lower back.
“Yeah. Right there.” He pulled in a breath through his teeth. “Oh, that’s good.”
As I massaged the soreness out of his lower back, Ben talked.
“I’ve been thinking. You remember the dream I had about people breaking down someone named John Waters’ door? Why did they want to hurt his mate and baby?”
“I don’t know. It could have been any reason. People in colonial times were really superstitious.”
“What if John Waters was the alpha mated to the omega? What if the omega had just had his fourteenth child…an omega?”
“But they died during childbirth,” I reminded him.
“That’s what was recorded,” Ben said. Grunting, he sat back up. “That’s much better, thanks.” He leaned back in the swing and rested his head on my shoulder. I began to gently rock us back and forth.
“But maybe they died a different way. Or not at all.”
I was about to ask Ben what he meant by that last part when he started talking again.
“In the dream about my parents, when my alpha father said ‘He’s not like you’ to my birth father, I think he meant not simply omega, but omega x.”
“Ben. Are you certain those dreams meant anything? You’ve been upset at the idea of what happened to you as an infant.
You could have been sick that night when we couldn’t wake you.
That dream may have just been a manifestation of your subconscious hurt.
And we’ve spoken enough about the founding colony we read about in the history books for you to dream about that. ”
Sitting up, Ben turned on the swing to look at me. “Those dreams were unlike any I’d ever had. I know they meant something. You’re just going to have to take my word for it.”
“Okay, okay.” I pulled him back into my arms. “I believe you.” When he relaxed against me, I said, “If those people in the dream about John Waters were from the first colony, and you are right that he was the one mated to Pleasant Adams, and if Pleasant was omega x rather than just an omega, then maybe they found out about his abilities and thought he was a witch. They killed people they suspected of witchcraft back then.”
“Oh,” Ben said softly. He was quiet a moment before speaking again. “And they killed the baby, too, just in case? Or could they tell? How did my parents know that I was omega x?”
“Some kind of physical sign,” I concluded, stopping the swing with my foot.
Ben looked up at me. “Right? And if both Elliott and I are omega x, we must have that sign. What could it be? I don’t have a birthmark.”
“Maybe those men from the SOS can shed some light on all this,” I said, hoping it was true.