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One.

Justin reluctantly got up from behind his desk and walked over to where the merchant was waiting with his stock. He was quite annoyed at being interrupted in his work. This whole thing was so tedious. But Justin had agreed to go along with his father‘s wishes, so there was no getting out of it. It was best to just get it over with and be done with the whole messy and distasteful business.

“Good morning, Sapperstein,” Justin greeted the merchant standing in his office with a respectfully lowered gaze. “So, what have you brought me?”

“Thank you for this great honor, Mis’l,” the obsequious man began. Justin simply waved him on, completely unfazed by the extreme level of toadying. “Since your father’s Dom’l was unable to give me an idea about your preferences, Mis’l, I brought a wide variety of offerings with me today. I’m sure one of them will strike your fancy,” the man hurried on, gesturing at the group of people waiting in the shadows next to the door to come forward. “These are the best my house has to offer, Mis’l.”

Justin watched with a detached interest as the stock being offered to him filed closer. They came to a halt standing in two lines, their bodies cloaked from head to toe by the signature hooded red robes that covered even their faces. There were eight of them in all. Justin would’ve thought that Saperstein might’ve brought more for him to choose from, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t really want a Surrogate at all. He supposed one of these would no doubt suffice for his father’s purposes.

“Proceed,” Justin ordered succinctly.

The merchant barked an order and, in a synchronous movement, all eight of the Surrogates undid the clasps holding their robes closed, allowing the fabric to drop in puddles at their feet. They were all completely nude underneath the robes, of course. And they were all fine specimens of the human form - that was a given considering their purpose - he had expected no less. Justin WAS surprised to see that three of the eight were actually males. He hadn’t expected that. Knowing his father, he didn’t think Craig Taylor would’ve expected it either. Justin, however, was intrigued.

When Craig had informed Justin that he was requiring him to take on a Surrogate, the young man had at first rebelled. He understood that it was his duty to not only carry on his father's empire, but to produce at least one, if not more, heirs who could ensure that the Taylor name would carry on indefinitely. He’d thought he’d fulfilled his obligation by marrying the heir to the Chanders’ Dominion, thus sealing the alliance between the two most powerful families in the Easternness. But, unfortunately, that union had not yet produced the required offspring and, after two years, his father had become impatient of waiting. Hence the insistence on Justin’s taking a Surrogate who would be guaranteed to produce that all-important heir.

Justin had assumed that taking a Surrogate would mean a female. He was sure that’s what his father had in mind as well. In the first place, male Surrogates were quite uncommon, although not unheard of. And, secondly, Justin was well aware of his father’s opinion about the types of men that typically chose to use Male Surrogates. Craig Taylor privately called those men ‘pansies’ and denigrated them ruthlessly behind their backs, even the ones he was forced to do polite commerce with in public.

Justin, on the other hand, was not at all opposed to the idea. Not that he disliked females - his wife, Daphne, was a fine woman and had become his best friend over the course of their arranged marriage - but he wasn’t particularly attracted to her physically, nor to any other woman for that matter. The thought of taking a male Surrogate, though, had his dick twitching with interest. Maybe this idea of his father’s wasn’t going to be quite so tedious after all.

“Bring the three males forward,” Justin ordered the Merchant.

“Of course, Mis’l.” Sapperstein half bowed as he directed the males to come forward and stand in the center of the room.

The three Surrogates stood directly in front of Justin. They each assumed the appropriately submissive stance; their feet spread slightly, hands clasped behind their backs, and heads down. They all seemed to be perfectly well trained. Justin moved over to start with the one on his left.

This offering was a fairly short, compact, well-muscled specimen. He seemed relatively young, but strong and well-built. His skin was a lovely, dark, blue-black color. Justin liked his strong masculinity. He reached out and ran his hand along one taut pec, and enjoyed the contrast between his own pale skin tone and that of the Surrogate. This one had definite possibilities.

Moving along to the second sample, Justin examined this much more effeminate offering. This male was slightly taller than the first, his skin a beautiful light brown. He was trim and looked just as healthy, but seemed soft in all the places that the first Surrogate had been hard. Justin wasn’t sure about that. However, he did note the slight scarring caused by stretch marks along the specimen’s abdomen, indicating he’d already born at least one prior offspring, which was always a plus in a Surrogate. This one’s appearance just didn’t please him that much, though, so he thought he’d pass.

The last offering was probably the best of the lot, in Justin’s opinion. This one was tall and slim, with long, lean muscles. His build was somewhere between that of the other two, with good muscle tone but not so much of it that he looked ridiculous. This one had light, golden-colored skin and auburn hair that glinted with reddish highlights even in the rather dull lighting of Justin’s office. He appeared to be older than the others, probably in his late twenties, but was still in excellent condition from what Justin could see so far. And, to top off the rest of his attributes, this one came with a rather impressive, long, thick, cock that practically made Justin drool. Not that a Surrogate needed to be well-endowed, of course, since that appendage wasn’t needed for their role in life, but still . . . This one was quite scrumptious to look at.

Justin stepped closer to the third option and casually tugged at the metal ID tag attached to the piercing through the Surrogate's right nipple. It said this one’s name was ‘Brian’ and listed his other identifying characteristics. ID #8531468. Height, 6’3”. Weight, 157lbs. Length, 9.5”. Yes, that was definitely satisfactory.

Justin stepped back while surveying the three males. They were all very pleasing. And if he had to have a Surrogate, this was certainly the least unpleasant way to go about it. He nodded to the Merchant, who immediately started in on his standard sales pitch. The man gave a short synopsis of each male’s particular qualities and qualifications. He confirmed that they’d all three been genetically tested and certified to have the Male Pregnancy Mutation and were guaranteed to be fertile. Then he went down the line, pointing out special features for each, and having the offerings turn around so Justin could examine them from all sides. They were all lovely and strong and healthy and utterly tempting.

Justin walked past the lineup one last time, giving the two he liked best an even more careful look. The third one appeared to have been used a little roughly in the past. He had a few faded scars stripping his back, but it didn’t seem to affect his overall functionality, so Justin figured it could be overlooked. He was surprised to have heard during the Merchant’s recitation that this one had previously produced offspring as well; a physical inspection of the male’s body showed no sign of that prior pregnancy at all. Obviously, that was a good sign that this one was a prime specimen.

“I’d like to sample a couple of these,” Justin announced to the Merchant who had been hovering at his elbow all through the prior examination of the goods. “Did you bring stands with you?”

“Of course, Mis’l.”

The Merchant hurriedly barked an order to his assistants and two padded metal stands were immediately brought forward and set up next to Justin’s desk. Justin directed the adjustment of the height mechanism to please him and then pointed to the first offering. The dark skinned male was immediately hustled over to the left-hand stand and settled so that his torso was draped over the padded bar with his ass displayed at the perfect elevation for Justin’s approach. The Merchant offered up a bottle of lubrication, which Justin availed himself of before moving to stand behind the offering and, without any preparation other than to unzip his pants and slather the lube down his already hard member, Justin shoved his prick into the plump backside.

It felt quite nice. The boy was reasonably tight and the plump globes of his ass were a delight to grab onto as Justin thrust deeper. He loved the contrast between their skin colors and the sight of his pink cock disappearing down the dark little hole was stimulating. Yes, Justin definitely approved of this one.

Pulling out abruptly, Justin waved the offering away and gestured that the second Surrogate be brought forward. The Merchant had him arranged in the second stand before the first was on his feet. This one was bold enough to actually lift his chin a bit as he passed by, giving Justin a simpering look. Justin didn’t care for that show of impertinence at all. When the male was bent over the stand and Justin thrust into him, the offering’s hole was loose and even a little saggy. Nope. This one was not at all to Justin’s taste. He pulled out after only a half-dozen thrusts and waved the boy off.

Moving on to the last specimen, Justin felt his dick perk up the second the beautiful, lean, backside came into view, draped over the first stand’s padded bar. He let his hand slide down the long plane of this one’s back, thrilling at the tautness of the muscles under his palm and the silkiness of the skin. This male was simply exquisite.

Justin reapplied more lube to his dick and then spread apart the male’s tanned butt cheeks to reveal a remarkably tiny star-shaped pucker. Justin held his prick in place next to the entrance and then let his dick glide slowly inside. The male grunted quietly at the unprepared entry but didn’t flinch, which pleased Justin and encouraged him to pick up his pace as he fucked that perfect ass with growing urgency.

The fit was deliciously tight. So tight that he found it surprising that this Surrogate could have possibly given birth before. The birth certainly hadn’t affected his tight ass. Justin grasped the slim hips a little more firmly and shoved his way in deeper, relishing the wet heat that enveloped him. This one was simply perfect.

And he was so perfect that Justin was surprised by how fast his climax came on him. One minute he was simply rutting away, as would have been expected by any buyer sampling such wares, and the next minute he’d already passed the point of no return. Two more thrusts was all it took and he was shooting his seed deep inside that magnificent ass, nearly collapsing over the man’s back as the force of his orgasm washed over him. Damn that was good.

“Sorry about that,” Justin apologized to the waiting Merchant as soon as he’d recovered enough to form a sentence.

He quickly pulled out, slightly embarrassed that he’d rudely ejaculated while sampling the offering - that was generally considered to be in poor taste - but he just couldn’t help it. This Male had been too damn pleasing by half. The merchant mumbled something dismissing Justin’s apology and offered him a towel so he could clean himself off before tucking his dick back in his pants. All the while, though, Justin stayed focused on the offering that remained draped over the stand, that enticing ass still on display, as his seed dripped out of the already-closing hole and dribbled stickily down onto the male’s scrotum. The sight was almost enough to get Justin hard again right then and there.

Justin knew he had to have this one. This ‘Brian’. He knew that his father would likely be displeased by his choice, but he’d deal with Craig later. The agreement was only that Justin would get a Surrogate; there had been no stipulations put on what KIND of surrogate, so at least he would have some wiggle room to argue the point. However, just to be safe, Justin decided to double down on his transgression, plus maybe add a backup just in case.

“Thank you, Saperstein,” Justin intoned, handing back the soiled, cum-drenched towel. “I believe I will take this one,” Justin pointed to the one known as ‘Brian’, “the dark skinned one on the end,” Justin pointed at the offering he’d sampled first, “and one of the females,” he finished, waving vaguely in the direction of the unexamined female Surrogates.

“Very good, Mis’l. Thank you so much. I’m sure you’ll be very pleased with your choices. Thank you, Mis’l. Thank you,” the overjoyed merchant burbled, bowing as he backed away.

Justin didn’t bother responding to the silly man. He nonchalantly turned his back on the whole scene, striding over to his desk, and leaning across so that he could punch the button for the intercom. There was a short burst of crackling static before the tinny voice of the estate’s Dom’l answered.

“Hobbs, I’ve made my selection for the Surrogates I’ll be taking,” Justin announced. “I’m sending Sapperstein down so you can arrange for payment of his fee. Oh, and please send someone up to my office to take the new additions in hand.”

“As you wish, Mis’l.”

Justin turned to the waiting merchant dismissively. “That’ll be all, Sapperstein. Thank you. You can collect your payment from the Dom’l on the way out.”

“Very good, Mis’l,” the man bowed again but then hesitated before leaving. “One question, Mis’l? Which of the females did you desire?”

Justin looked up from the stack of paperwork he’d already started to read, unhappy to be distracted yet again. He looked over at the huddled group of female Surrogates with disdain. He really couldn’t care less which of them the Merchant left. He’d only decided to include one of them so his father wouldn’t be completely displeased with his choices. Any one of them would serve his purpose.

Justin huffed an annoyed sigh and pointed to the one closest to him; a short, slightly plump, redheaded female with a rosy complexion.

“That one on the end will be fine, Sapperstein. Thank you. You may go now.”

Justin ignored the disruption caused by the merchant gathering together the rest of his stock and his equipment before hustling everyone out of the office. He tried to concentrate on the contract he had been reading for his father, but he was having a hard time focusing. His mind kept drifting back to that superb fuck he’d just finished. He hadn’t had an experience that satisfying in . . . Well, in forever, actually. He was actually looking forward to this whole Surrogate thing now.

A few seconds later Justin was interrupted by a soft knock on the door, followed by the entry of one of the many household servants.

“Pardon me, Mis’l,” the boy said with a servile bow. “Dom’l Hobbs sent me up to see to your new Surrogate.”

“Make that ‘Surrogates’, plural,” Justin corrected the lad. “I couldn’t decide on one, so I got three,” he joked, pointing to the two men and one woman still standing where the Merchant had left them. “Please get them settled in the servants’ quarters for now but have them all brought to my chambers tonight so I can service them.”

The boy nodded and scurried over to retrieve the discarded red robes for his still-naked charges. Justin experienced a pang of regret when the boy draped the obscuring fabric over his new favorite. He really did like that one. A lot. There was something special about that Brian.

“On second thought,” Justin stopped the servant boy before he got all the way to the door. “The tall one there - Brian - you can bring him back here to me in two hours. I’ll see to him as soon as I can stop for lunch,” he directed.

The servant nodded understanding and immediately moved to gather the new additions and herd them out the door. But he wasn’t fast enough to get the tall one out before the male shot a surreptitiously mutinous glare Justin’s way. It was brief, lasting only a fraction of a second before the Surrogate managed to school his features into the appropriately subservient blankness that Justin would have expected, but it WAS there. His new Brian seemed like a bit of a rebel underneath it all. No wonder he had those stripes on his back from a prior beating. Well, he certainly wouldn’t be allowed to get away with that sort of behavior around here. That was completely unacceptable.

Although, Justin had to admit that, for just one brief heartbeat of time, he’d felt a little thrill of anticipation when he saw the male’s tiny flicker of defiance.

There was just SOMETHING about that one that interested him. He couldn’t yet put his finger on what it was, but Justin was more excited than he was willing to admit, to start figuring it out. It was going to be rather difficult to concentrate on his work for the next couple hours until he could take a break and make another stab at the enigmatic male.

This Surrogate idea of his father’s was turning out to be a much better suggestion than Justin had anticipated.