Help! My Male Employees Are Having Babies!-Chapter 53: I Can Be Bought, But I’m Not That Cheap

Hanz and Angela were walking down the hall with a very pregnant young Genman who was looking in doors and through windows—he was looking for someone. He stopped and looked up at Hanz. There was no way to look but up at 7 foot 2.

"Sir, I’m looking for my friend. They went to go remove his virus and I haven’t seen him since all this happened. I’m #302, he was #301. Have you seen him? He’s my best friend. I’m supposed to go and get this virus removed in 8 to 10 weeks myself."

Hanz looked at Angela.

"Looks like I’m taking another stray home. Martin’s going to kill me."

"Why not give it to William and Jonathan? They’re young, they got none of their own. Maybe they can help him—he’s only got a little longer to go and he’s gonna need a lot of help. Jonathan’s got nectar. Looks like this one has nothing." Angela chuckled as she spoke.

Hanz took 302’s hand.

"I’m going to call you Rodney. Come with me—I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine. They’re both real nice and they’ll help you. Plus I think we need to go see Mr. Lex. He can show you all about your body and what’s inside."

Rodney took the big man’s hand and they walked to the Rover. As they passed Tony, all he did was shake his head side to side.

"Keep up the good work." His tone was resigned but supportive.

All in all, the operation had been a success. There were hundreds of people arrested—workers, supervisors, doctors, nurses, aides, several politicians and public officials. The Regent was very pleased with the outcome. He knew that there would always be a chance that the corporations would try again—that was no doubt—but this hurt them bad. Accounts were closed and seized, assets were seized. The GBI had done their job. Now it was time that people found out what was really going on behind their backs in the underground. And he knew just the lady to deliver the message: Liz Corday.

Liz recorded a public service address and it was to everyone—every human and every Genman who lived on the planet.

"This is a very sad day in the history of our world. Fifty years ago a ship crashed here on our planet during a big storm. Most of its inhabitants perished in the crash—only 50,000 survived out of 1.5 million. Their race was called The Genman. Of that, only 2% were left female. What we soon found out was that the males could also reproduce. They have lived in our society in the shadows as outcasts by humans who think that they are so much better than a humanoid brother that we can reproduce with."

Her voice grew stronger with conviction.

"In recent months there have been occasions where corporate entities have been shut down because of reckless endangerment of the Genman through their so-called breeding programs. It’s all to get the much-coveted nectar that the males produce. Today we rescued 2,250 adolescent immature Genman between the ages in Earth years 16 and 18. They were in conditions and various stages of gestation—the corporate machine has found a way to speed up their reproductive services before transition and cycling starts naturally. There were additional 2,250 infants—and that means anything in Earth years six months or younger—also 2,250 that were aged 9 to 10 Earth years. In Genman, they’re one-year-old. There were also young males in their early 20s, a total of 270." freewebnøvel.coɱ

She paused, letting the numbers sink in.

"These young Genman children and young adults must have housing. Some of the ranches that are independent have stepped forward, but there’s still more housing needed. We are doing the most we can at the GBI to ensure the safety and well-being of all of the Genman youth who were mishandled, abused, and neglected by these greedy corporate entities. They will pay dearly for what they’ve done. I myself will guarantee that I will fight to the last dying breath in my body to bring all those responsible to justice."

Her voice turned fierce.

"There was an attempt made on my life and that of my son—my adopted son who is Genman. And I can tell you, like any mother, I defended my son’s life with extreme prejudice. And this is a fair warning: you come after me or my family, you will get the other end of a gun just like the others did. We will soon have enough housing, but it will be rough. There will be fundraisers for the children so that they can get a decent education so that they may be productive members of the society. We are on this world together—we must learn to get along and we must learn to live side-by-side as equals. No one is superior to the other person, because if that’s what you think, then think again. Genmen are very capable of learning and they are very smart. Definitely remember this: this is a day this world will never forget and never repeat. Thank you very much for your attention. This is Liz Corday of the GBI. Bless you."

Ed Hawthorne was brought almost to his knees as he watched Liz Corday deliver her speech. He sat on his sofa holding hands with his life partner of the last 10 years, Carter Hawthorne. Everybody thought they were a gay couple—no big deal, two gays very successful, living together in an influential neighborhood.

Ed was the sole heir of Hawthorne Industries, a multi-unit construction, investment, real estate company and one of the largest landholders on the planet. They built almost the entire downtown area of every major city on the planet. They were also holders in most every facet of food production on the planet. Ed was very rich—Ed had come from a rich family. He was a child prodigy who was left at 17 years of age with only his butler to care for him after his parents’ death. He excelled in everything he attempted; he was the youngest and richest bachelor on the planet. He entrusted most of the day-to-day running to Board of Directors and others, but Charlton his butler and companion was a 10% stockholder in the company. Ed himself had 62% stock ownership and he was in complete control of his own stock. Nothing happened in the company that he didn’t know about, and he knew plenty.

When Ed first met Carter 10 years ago, he was 21 and Carter was 16. It was a night out with the boys, drinking and jumping from bar to bar—typical end of year college antics. Ed had to go take a piss, so he walked in the alley and pulled his hog out, as he called it, and started to piss. Carter cleared his throat.

"If you need additional help with that, I can always give you a blow job, but it’s going to cost you a good meal and a place to stay for the night. I can be bought, but I’m not that cheap."

Ed finished up quickly and put himself back in his pants and zipped. He turned around to see a young man 5’8"-5’9". His clothes were dirty and his body could use a good scrubbing also.

"What makes you think I’d let you blow me? You’re not the cleanest thing I’ve ever seen."

"Because Mr. Snob, I’m that good. But you’re not getting nowhere near my vent—that’s off-limits to all males." Carter’s tone was defiant.

Ed was taken by total surprise. This was a Genman youth offering to have sex with him in trade for a place to stay for the night and a decent meal.

"What’s your name?"

"It’s whatever you want it to be. I’ll answer." Carter looked at him with a snide expression. "So, what’s it going to be? You want a blow job or not? I do it here by the trashcan or behind the dumpster over there, but like I said, no funny business. My vent is off limits to everybody."

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