CHAPTER 169: MALCOLM TO THE RESCUE

Malcolm couldn’t wait and showed up early at the Z1 with the plans for the Shopping Plaza, Motor Lodge and the Travel Plaza, plus the additional 5 acres the old man had forgot to tell Jake about that went with the Travel Plaza. He was ready to get started and nothing was slowing him down—he had a full crew hired and additional people wanting to work, plus he knew he had a few Genmen that he needed to hire just to balance everything out.

Constantine didn’t mind it; he just threw more food in the pan to cook. Eli was really looking forward to a nice extra-large sundae dripping with chocolate sauce, whipped cream and a cherry on top.

Eli looked at Malcolm’s size. "Dang, my brother Constantine said you were big and damn good-looking. Too bad Richie had to settle for piece of shit Doug, ’cause you and him would make some fine babies."

"Who knows? I just might wait around for you since all you Freeman boys are good-looking," Malcolm smiled. Eli just grinned.

Constantine explained to Malcolm where things were in the kitchen in case he got hungry or thirsty while they were gone. No one told Eli he would stretch it just as far as he could to stay off the ranch.

Malcolm had been there for a while when he heard the doorknob turn. He stood up from the table and Richie came limping in. Malcolm caught him as he collapsed, scooped the young man up and carried him to the sofa. He made a beeline to the bathroom and dampened a hand towel and applied it to Richie’s forehead when he returned to the living room. Malcolm went to the kitchen and retrieved an ice pack and laid it on Richie’s bruised cheek.

What he saw made him pissed off. He picked up the phone and pushed medical. Lex was at the clinic and answered the phone. Malcolm explained who he was and where he was and that he would like someone to come look at the young man.

In just a couple of minutes, Lex was at the door walking into the cottage. "Damn that son of a bitch Doug. I guess looks are deceiving—I thought he was a decent guy. Looks of this, he is a sorry piece of shit. Grandfather will definitely take care of that bastard."

Lex asked Malcolm if he could carry young Richie into the bedroom so that he could examine him. Malcolm did as he was asked and also helped remove his garments.

The more of Richie’s body that Malcolm saw, the madder he got. The young man had bruises on his shoulders and on his side at his hip bones from being restrained during the breeding process. Lex had Malcolm roll Richie onto his side so that he could check his vent—it was black and blue from bruising but he was still open. For some reason the breeding process had not taken. Richie was still in heat cycle, which could only mean that Doug was shooting blanks. And someone would still have to breed the young man. But that was a discussion for a future time—right now they needed ice packs on his severely bruised vent. Malcolm went to the kitchen and made up three more ice packs and brought them to Lex.

Richie was moaning and groaning—he was in bad shape, but it was a full-on rut breeding by a purebred Genman and lots of times they got out of control and very wild. Lex needed to talk to his grandfather, so he asked Malcolm to please watch Richie for a little while.

Malcolm sat down on the bed next to Richie and gently stroked the young man’s hair. How could anyone do this to a first-time breed? Always you were told to take it easy their first time, to bring them along slowly—if not, they would get gun shy and never take another breeder. This Doug must be an idiot and an asshole to boot.

Richie felt a warm body next to him stroking his hair and he thought it was Constantine. He started to cry and spill the beans about what all Doug did to him. The more he talked, the madder Malcolm got. It wasn’t until Malcolm spoke and told him that everything would be okay, that he’d watch after him and no harm would ever come to him from Doug or any other one, that he realized it wasn’t Constantine he was hugging on.

In shock, he recoiled and apologized to Malcolm.

Malcolm didn’t care. He spoke kind and gentle and told Richie who he was, what he was doing in his brother’s home, and that he was there to take care of him. "Lie back down and let me help you," he said softly.

Richie started crying. "I can’t believe that I’m carrying a monster’s child within me."

"It’s okay—it did not take and you’re still in cycle, so you don’t have to worry about anything other than conceiving a child with a good person," Malcolm broke the news to him.

Richie didn’t know what else to do. "Would you father a child with me so that I can get my cycles under control? You don’t have to support me and you don’t have to take care of the baby—I’ll raise the baby on my own with the help of my family. But you’re a good person, I can tell by the way you’re treating me. You have gentleness and respect within you, and those are good qualities for a child to have in a father."

"After you talk with Lex and he says that it’s okay, I have no problem helping you conceive a child. But I will not walk away from you or a child that we produce, because a real man takes care of his responsibility and his family. I’m not rich, but I have a job and I will be getting a place to live that will be suitable for a family," Malcolm smiled.

Lex returned to the room and took a seat beside Richie. "Okay, young man, I checked and you did not take—you’re still on your cycle. Doug won’t be back, so he is out of your life, and when I get through talking to my Grandfather Zach, he’ll more than likely be off this ranch for good. But our priority now is finding someone else to lay with you so that you can conceive a child."

"I will do it for him, and the child that we will produce will be three quarters human and one quarter Genman, so it should be an easy delivery unless he takes after me and comes out 27 pounds like I did," Malcolm spoke up.

"Malcolm, that’s between you and Richie. If he wants you to be the father of his child, I’m not stopping you and neither is anyone else. I’ll stand guard in front of the doorway while y’all make it," Lex said.

Lex got up from the bed and headed to the door, closing it behind him. Richie ducked his head, trembling on the bed. "What position do you want me in?"

"Since you’re so sore and bruised up, I want you to lay on your side in the center of the bed with a pillow under your head for comfort. I’ll get behind you and scoot up behind your side. I’ll get a nice rocking motion going and it won’t cause you any discomfort. Now when I put my seed inside of you, it’ll take place quickly—the conception. I will not leave your side. You need to let me know if I cause you any pain so I can adjust myself," Malcolm smiled gently.

Malcolm removed his clothing, got on the bed behind Richie, and they proceeded to copulate. Richie started crying and Malcolm stopped. "Why are you crying?"

"Because this is so different—this is beautiful. Making this baby with you is the way it’s supposed to be: gentle and caring and loving," Richie whispered through his tears.