Jonathan got out the passenger side and looked around, removed his sunglasses and liked what he saw. It was a very nice place, not like most ranches he’d ever seen. This place looked like home, a place he never knew—not like where he grew up on a corporate Ranch. They were the evil places he couldn’t wait until he had the chance to run away at 15 and go to the city.
Jonathan banged around and did what he could until he was 16, when he met William and it was the love of his life—the tall, good-looking human, 20 years old and sexy as hell. William took the young man home that night, the very first night they met. He was disheveled, he was dirty, his clothes were torn, but his ice blue eyes told him more than he could ever tell himself.
They had not been apart for more than 24 hours in the three years they had been together. He knew all about Jonathan’s history, he knew what he was and who he was, but he still loved him no matter what. Like William said: you can’t deny what the body wants and what the heart has to have.
William walked beside Jonathan. "You want me to hold your hand?" he asked.
Jonathan shook his head no. "We are going in here like the professionals that we are and tell this gentleman Mr. Zack who owns the place exactly what our intentions are, what our program is, and maybe just maybe I might find out some more information and I could finally find out if my dad is here. Because after this I’m finished, I’m not searching anymore. It will be over if I don’t locate him."
William, carrying his bag with Jonathan beside him, rang the doorbell. A young human servant opened the door and let them in, showing them to Mr. Zack’s office. Zack sat behind his big desk in his big chair because he was a big man and the owner.
Everyone was introduced. "Have a seat at the conference table so we can go over everything," Zack told the young men. William started setting everything up, laying out the paperwork while Zack watched him intently. But what had not escaped Zack’s sight was the very good-looking Jonathan who was sitting across from him, looking just like his dad. He was definitely taller than Roy but looked just like Roy did five years ago. No matter what this meeting was about supposedly, he knew what the real purpose was and he was going to protect Roy no matter what.
William went through the whole process and told Zack all about the building plans that they had, the corporations they were starting, that they were both in other fields but felt that some people need a hand up in life, not a handout—some way to get a better grip to get on with their lives. Zack could not argue with young William about that; that was perfect and he agreed that the Z1 Ranch could accommodate the complete building facility because they had planning and land and access to roadways and a good solar power system.
Zack stood up and invited the two young men to leave their stuff on the conference table and follow him back over to the chairs. He wanted to sit down behind his desk and just speak to them in a more relaxed manner.
"Okay William, I believe that it’s on the up and up. I believe that your program is a good program and it would be beneficial for the ranch here and all Genman that live here. Also, it would be very good for your portfolio." He turned his attention to Jonathan. "But Jonathan, you have more at stake here. Why are you really here, and don’t lie to me—I know who you are. And you’re asking yourself how do I know, because to simply put it, son, you look just like your dad did five years ago when he showed up on my porch steps asking for sanctuary. So spill it. What do you know and tell me what your true intentions are, or you won’t get past me."
The tears started to flow from Jonathan’s eyes. He knew he had found the place—his dad was here. He wanted to meet him for the first time, he wanted to see who he really was, where he came from, and if there was a chance that they could possibly ever be dad and son.
"Sir, I never met my dad. I know who the father is and he’s a piece of shit—I hope he dies where they have his nasty ass locked up at. One of the workers who cared for me a lot was a nice human male. He made sure that my first four bottles of nectar were from my dad; the rest of them had been sterilized and all traces of any donor was gone. What little bit of attention I did get, this one human showed it to me, but then one day he was gone. I guess he was found out because we never seen him again. There were several other young gentlemen boys like me, but that’s corporate life for you and a breeding farm."
Jonathan continued, his voice growing stronger. "I’ve looked for my dad ever since I met William. I never hid my journey and my search from him—in fact, he has helped me tremendously. The biggest break we had came from when the GB raided the farms and shut down the corporations. I found some paperwork on me and where I came from—the Harrison Ranch—and it listed me as a three-day deceased Genman child. I knew that this was wrong, but I had to continue on. I had to find my dad. I want to know who I was, where I came from, and who I came from. He had to be good because look at me—if I had been what my father is, I’d be a monster. I’m just glad dad’s genetics came out instead."
The door opened and in walked Hanz. He strolled right up to the chair, leaned down and kissed Jonathan right on the lips. "I miss you so much, baby," he said.
When he opened his eyes, he realized it was not Roy after all—this was somebody else he just kissed. Holy shit. He started to apologize and stutter and stumble; he couldn’t believe what he just did.
Talk about a shocker—Jonathan was shocked, William sat there with his mouth open and didn’t know what to do. Zack busted out laughing as hard as he could.
"Hanz, you really need to slow down, young man. I know you’re a go-getter and a super stud, but really now—I have guests here and you come in and kiss one right on the lips and call him baby. Really, are you that horny? Do you always go around thinking with your dick?" Zack managed between laughs.
Hanz couldn’t answer anything. He was red-faced, he was out of words for once in his life—he had royally fucked up.