Stud Service

4. Ex Post Facto

It was about ten minutes before Nathan even tried to extract his cock the first time and another ten before it finally surged free, eliciting a strong reaction from all three of them. Gene, despite his earlier cold feet, was quick to follow Nathan's earlier orders, though he had to shove most of his paw into his wife to slow the gush of cum trying to pour out of her. Even then, considerable amounts were slowly leaking around the sides.

He made Gene give his cock a long, drawn-out kiss just to make sure he could taste his wife on him, then made his way over to the towel rack to begin cleaning himself up. "You should have the room for another hour or so," he said, trying to go back into professional stud mode, despite how strangely intimate he felt with this couple. "I might come to check back in on you before you leave."

Sarah smiled. "T-thank you, Nathan."

The otter had been too focused on the vixen's abused, stuffed pussy to respond. He was still trying to shove his fingers deep enough to hold Nathan's very expensive cum inside her.

"My pleasure, Sweetie. Kaylee said she already booked you some follow-ups." He grinned. "I mean, I'm pretty sure this one will take, but we ought to be sure."

"Y-yes," she said, looking at Gene for only a second. "Just to be sure."

"Perfect," he said while retying his robe around his hips.

Outside, Kaylee was waiting for him. She had a cross look, but Nathan thought it seemed forced.

"Well?" she said after a moment.

"She's bred, if that's what you're asking. But I want to fuck her again just to be sure."

"You want to?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

She shrugged. "Don't know the last time you said something like that." He started walking towards his room.

"Well, you know what they say, find a job you love."

She watched him for a moment, then walked quickly to catch up to him. "What about the husband?"

"He won't be a problem."

They passed another stud on his way to room 2 and the sounds of their footsteps on the tile floor echoed down the corridor for a moment. "You're sure about that? I don't know exactly what you did to him, but what happens if he gets home and decides to be angry again?"

The wolf hesitated. "Isn't dealing with that shit your job?"

"If it becomes a legal issue, that will be your lawyer's job."

"It won't."

"Nate-"

"Kaylee, he's fine. They're fine."

"All right, all right. I'll trust you," she relented.

"Good."

"I'll keep the follow-ups on the book then. Is there anything else I should know?"

They had reached his door and he put his paw on the knob, stopping for a moment. "Yeah. No rush or anything, but can you get me a list of my kids? It can be anonymous or whatever, I kind of just want to know what they're up to."

The fox seemed surprised. "Why?"

He stepped inside his room and leaned against the door frame. "Just... humor me, please? I don't even know how many I have."

She let out a slow breath, then tapped her tablet a few times, Nathan turned back to watch. "This is more of an estimate, and it doesn't include your first few years as a free agent. However, you've been averaging about fifteen pregnancies a week for the ten years I've been with you. Of those, about 95% make it to term. Factoring in the odd twin or triplet here and there, that puts you at about... 8,000."

He was silent. The number was hard to process.

"If you'd like an exact number, it'll take a few weeks."

He remained silent for another moment, then shook his head. "No, that's good. Just, get me a list. A few highlights would be fine, just pick some that are... normal, I guess."

"Normal."

"Yeah. Whatever that means. I know you like to parade the prodigies and athletes out for the PR shit, but I just kind of want to know what it's like for the rank and file."

Kaylee frowned. "I'm not a mind reader, Nate. What are you hoping to get from this? You've never shown any interest before. You understand, legally, you can't contact any of them unless they reach out to you first?"

"Of course, I know. I just think I should know what I'm putting into the world. Is that so strange?"

She stared at him. "Okay," she conceded. "I'll put something together for you. Anything else?"

"That's it for now. How long until my next client?"

"Three hours."

He hesitated for one long moment, then gave a slow nod before closing the door.