MADMAN
“ W elcome to King’s Breeders,” I offer the customary greeting with the non-threatening smirk I’ve nearly perfected to the point it no longer looks as if I’m sucking on a sour lemon.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my club, fucking love it.
I also love our business, as the men around here like to say, “You can’t go wrong with pussy.
” And in this case, our livelihood depends on it.
“Charming,” The woman before me smiles devilishly, and offers me her hand.
She wants me to kiss it, the intent stamped clearly across her face, and I will.
For now. I need her to sign a contract and put a deposit down, so I’ll shmooze and play nice until then.
After all, this is part of my job, and I’m basically a motherfucking champ at it.
I gently take her hand, pressing a kiss to the top. It feels like all the rest, silky-smooth, well moisturized, and fucking rich .
“And you’re a gentleman, too,” she murmurs, a bit breathless from my touch and presence. I’m not a cocky S.O.B., but I’m well aware I have a strong effect on women. I always have.
Our clients here are all the same. They’re used to being spoiled because of their fat wallets, but still weak in the pussy for a man with muscles and a pair of sparkling baby blues.
I’ve been told I have lashes women pay for, whatever the fuck that means, but I’ll take it.
They help me when I need to bust out the big guns of persuasion and get a deal done, to get the club paid and another on the books.
“I hope your trip here wasn’t too stressful on you, ma’am. ”
She shakes her head, “Call me Felicia, and no, darling, it wasn’t too taxing on me. I couldn’t help admiring your land as we drove in, such a peaceful place. Full of livestock, how many horses are on the property?”
“I believe we’re currently at seventy-five.”
“Wow, and you have staff, I’m assuming?”
These wealthy people always have the same questions. It’s become second nature to have all the answers to their questions before they ever have the chance to ask them.
“No, ma’am. Our MC runs the ranch. It’s our full-time job along with King’s Breeders.”
“Busy boys.” She leans in, squeezing my bicep, “No wonder you’re all so well endowed.” Her gaze rakes over me, taking in every inch while not so subtly licking her bottom lip.
I’m a tattooed piece of man meat at the end of the day, we all are.
I’ve made peace with it because it pays damn good and allows us to lead the lives we do.
You can’t put a price on the freedom of living off the grid, of being able to climb on our bikes and feel the wind on our flesh, so I’d be willing to do just about anything to keep it.
Probably why we’re one-percenters and make our own rules. Nobody fucks with the Kings.
Opening my office door, I step to the side so she can enter ahead of me. The NDA is on top of my desk, along with a pen, waiting for her signature. She has to sign before I go into any full details with her.
“I don’t typically sign anything without my lawyer present or at least reviewing the documents prior. I was disappointed you wouldn’t allow him to tour as well and review all of the literature provided.”
“We take our privacy very seriously here.” Hence, the expansive plot of land our ranch sits on, the mountains to the north, and the natural landscaping we’ve left in place thickly past our fences.
We want to keep people out of our business at all times when possible.
The less they know about us and what we’re doing up here, the better.
Hell, you go to the east side of our ranch, and it’s like a goddamn forest. There are probably some bears, mountain cats, and a gator or two out that way, unknowingly helping us out with nosy fuckers or rival clubs.
As long as they stay away from my livestock, they’re welcome to call this place home right alongside us.
“I see that, but aren’t you worried about losing my business, or others? I have a hefty friend circle I could give great referrals to if I were to book your services and be pleased with the outcome.”
If she only had a clue how large our client list is, she would be keeping her comments to herself. Rather than elaborate, I play the ignorant biker, which is exactly what she sees me for and expects. “We manage to stay busy around here, ma’am.”
And if anyone is stupid enough to dig too deeply and cross us, well, we have a private backend of the ranch full of dangerous mountains for a reason. We handle our scuffles around here; either they get settled, or a body ends up buried.
“Do you-do you always wear the cowboy hats?” She nearly stutters, glancing at mine, and I swallow down a smirk, handing her the pen.
“If you need us to, it can be arranged.”
“And when do I get to see the breeders? Are they kept on the ranch too?”
“You sign that little paper, right there, sweetheart, and we’ll talk specifics.”
She hastily scribbles her signature, not paying it a second glance, and then I take her hand in mine. With that out of the way, I lead her down a private hall, blocked off with a thick, secure door. I key in the code, my birth date , obviously, and tug her along for the tour.
I begin my spiel the same way I always do with any potential new customers. “Here’s our viewing room. These clients have given us special consent for us to look in on them while we’re doing tours of the facilities.”
“I see, and how do you match which stud to use with each client?”
“That’s entirely up to you. We have a lookbook you can view and choose your favorite based on whatever qualities you’d prefer.
We also have other options.” Sweat dots her brow as she watches through the window, taking everything in.
It’s getting real now that it’s in front of her and not only being talked about.
I continue, “Breeding is an extremely personal decision. You will have preferences and specifics in mind, I’m sure. We can’t make them happen if you aren’t able to do the choosing for yourself.”
“And what if I don’t? What happens if I can’t make up my mind?”
Twisting around, I shift her in the process until her back is pressed up against the wall.
One of my arms is propped above her head as I lean in and quietly murmur, “Then we have another option. We do a group breed. One after the other. Each month’s studs are different, ending in three in a row, then a break, and another two.
As long as the ovulation is taking place, there is a variety insemination scheduled every few hours.
Achieving pregnancy here at King’s Breeders is always the ultimate goal. ”
She’s panting as I drop my arm and move away, putting a touch of distance between us and continuing with the tour. I don’t miss the way she quietly fans herself behind me. She’ll become a client; I have no doubt.
“And these are the only rooms you use? What if I had another area in mind?”
“We have a specific way of doing things, so yes, it would have to be here. It’s in our customary contract for you to have access to studs, it must be on this property where we can adequately monitor the situation.”
“Monitor?”
“We have an in-house nurse who performs regular checks before, on a break if needed, and after the breeding process is complete.”
“Let’s say things don’t work out so easily for me and the pregnancy doesn’t happen in the first breeding round, then what?”
“We would be inclined to revisit each month during ovulation times until we achieve the desired outcome.”
“ Every. Single. Month. My upfront bill is the total, no matter how many sessions we have to schedule?”
“Correct. You can put a deposit down at the time of signing, and then the remainder at the insemination appointment.”
“This is done organically, nothing artificial, correct?”
“Yes, we can move to more drastic approaches when requested, but we wholly believe in an organic experience. It seems to work the best.”
“Absolutely. Can I pay right now?”
“Sure, we can take care of your deposit,” I easily agree, switching directions to head back to my office. I was going to show her all the rooms, including the break and snack area, but she’s in a rush, which works for me.
“Oh no, I don’t need all that extra fuss, I’ll pay the total upfront.”
Somehow, I highly doubt she doesn’t require any additional attention. I’m confident she’s the type who’ll want any extra treatment she can squeeze out of us.
I open the door once more, holding my hand out to gesture for her to enter ahead of me.
Rounding my desk, I file away her NDA and pull out a copy of our standard full contract, which I’ve already had drawn up.
Cocky? No. We rarely have a woman not agree to our terms and at least put a deposit down, so it’s second nature for me to prepare that ahead of time now as well.
I grab the paper with our printed bank transfer information for her, and she makes a quick call.
Within moments, I get the alert on my phone informing me thirty thousand dollars, her full bill, has been transferred into our King’s Breeders business account.
Once she signs in each designated spot on our contract, I place the file in my safe and then sign the release of responsibility form, notarizing each form at the bottom.
“This is our official release of responsibility form, should you not want to share any of the child’s information with us. ”
She accepts the folders I offer with a quiet thank you, placing them in her oversized leather bag. With the legal steps now taken care of, I set the black binder in front of her and flip the top open to the first page.
“It’s you,” she points out immediately, glancing back up at me.
I nod. “This is our client lookbook. It has each King’s member listed, our height, weight, BMI, medical notes, as well as any distinguishing marks and characteristics a client may find interesting.”
“And I get to choose… out of all of you.”
I nod again. Even though I’m unofficially no longer a stud, I don’t mention it unless I happen to be chosen.
“Or you can choose the group option. Three studs will be picked at random, and then you will be inseminated by all three on your ovulation day for the first round. If round one is not successful, the following month, you would take an additional three inseminations, then have a break, and be expected to take another two. It would increase each month until the pregnancy is achieved, as mentioned in the tour. Though that option can be exhausting for some women.”
Her mouth pops open. “You were serious about that? I-if I’m not pregnant the first month, I can take five cocks the second month, in a twenty-four-hour timeframe?”
“Yes, ma’am. Like our reviews say, we aim to satisfy and uphold our end of the agreement.”
“I thought your price was a little high, but now I’m seeing you’re worth every penny.”
Overly fertile alpha cocks usually are. However, I keep that comment to myself and smile instead. “Thanks, Felicia. Now, pick the breeder you want to give you a baby, and let’s get started on the next steps to get you pregnant.