The Hidden Chateau

The Next Generation

Raising a Ligaran-hybrid proved demanding. Flavis enjoyed sharing the feeding with me, not least because he could gorge on my cock while I suckled our hatchling. Rod had discovered the erotic sensation as well, and Patin, like his mate Flavis, enjoyed the affect it had on Rod as well. Physically, once hatched, the Ligaran offspring develop at a slightly slower rate than human child does and Sennet, my and Flavis child, and Fulda, Rod and Patin’s son, were still barely able to walk while our human sons were almost out of their toddler stage. To complicate this, they were biologically hybrids, like Rod and I. Being unique, no one, human or Ligaran, knew quite what we were dealing with or what to expect.

By contrast the triplets and little Jay were easy! Tom found himself bouncing between the human and the Ligaran medical demands, and that got him, Josh, and me involved in some unique research alongside the Ligaran medic and their science specialists. Had anyone asked me what I would be doing a year earlier, this would not have been on my radar! A whole new world opened up to me even though I was more a lab ‘specimen’ than a ‘researcher’. My initial task was to go through old records the Ligarans had with Flavis translating them, looking for anything relating to observations of early hybridisations. And I went through the old diary and some of the notes I’d made on the housekeeping records.

I hit gold, there had been earlier human-Ligaran hybrid children, and I studied these avidly. Not many, and most had lived long lives and joined the group of hybrid ‘special feeders’ — my and Rod’s status. There had also been a number of human females hybridised, most apparently working in the ‘nursery’. Curiously, like us male hybrids, all absolutely addicted to bondage sex and all constantly wearing rubber bindage suits — even though, at this period, rubber was unknown to humanity outside the human-Ligaran community. 

The Count apparently had a soft spot for the hybrid children, and his notes left us an interesting fact. The Ligaran hybrids ate the human diet. Then I hit pay dirt in a text that was left by one of the human hybrids who noted that he and his Ligaran hybrid companions produced ‘seed’ that was thicker and apparently more nourishing than those who were not hybrids. In the same text was a brief note that the Ligaran hybrids diet was the same as that the humans consumed …

“Show me,” Tom said. “Bloody hell, you did well to read this, Jack.” He studied the text. “Ah, I see, it seems all the hybrids were being fed an ordinary human diet, just liquidised, and not the special diet of the Ligarans produced by their synthesisers …” He paused again, checking through a range of his notes. “I wonder. The first thing all newcomers get from the ‘rite’ is enhancement of their genitals, then another when they’re added to the feeding schedules and as for you guys …” He grinned. “Okay, you’re going to love this. I want a sample of semen from all three of you. Right now.”

I looked at Rod and Josh. “But we can’t just … we’re all conditioned now to being fully rubbered, restrained and induced …”

“I know. So go and get yourselves rubbered up. I’m going to get the Ameliorator and his merry men up to give you a real workout. I need to know what the differences are between what you produce in your semen and what is missing in the food, and for that I’m going to need a hell of a lot of it.” He frowned. “I’ll need to analyse someone’s sperm before enhancement and again after it … Luckily there are four new returnees just settling in …” He stood. “Well? What are you three waiting for? Get rubbered, the special suits. You’re going to have a long session with the Ameliorator.” He laughed. “Regularly.” 

The ‘special’ suits are awesome, extremely restrictive, and designed to ensure we get the maximum stimulation while being absolutely helpless. I helped Rod into his as far as I could, and he did the same for me, then Flavis and Patin completed it. The suits secured our arm tentacles with one pair of the spatulate ‘hands’ held firmly over our nipples, the second pair crossed our abdomen and cupped our own butt cheeks, all four tentacles being encased in latex sleeves with the ends secured to the suit so that our ‘hands’ were inside it and against our naked skin where we would absorb the stimulation secretions our human arms and our legs were encased in thicker latex, and our arms cuffed to our sides at the elbow, while further heavy cuffs at the knee and ankle hobbled us.

Our three penis tentacles went into separate latex’ sheaths and the outer pair were secured to our scrotum, and then enclosed in a large ball that pushed our centre penis tentacle forward. Like our arm tentacles, the spatulate ends were fixed so the sucker pads were in skin contact with our huge scrotums, our own stimulant secretions forming a ‘feedback’ into our own systems and raising our libidos even as they completed ‘dressing’ us. Finally our human hands were enclosed in rubber globes, rubber dildos inserted into our mouths, and the Ameliorator’ attendants collected us … 

“It seems I am to induce the maximum output of your sperm, friends.” We sensed his amusement as he contemplated our obvious state of hyper arousal. “Very well. I am informed that it could be necessary to repeat this exercise.” He indicated the prepared semi-reclined ‘feeding chairs’. “You will receive oral and anal stimulation throughout the process. Position them.”

Two of the Ligarans who regularly prepared us for feeding sessions, steered me to the centre chair, positioned me and then helped me sit and recline. Working fast they had my arms secured to the arm rests, my legs separated and raised and the plethora of straps, cuffs and belts fastened in no time at all. I glanced at Rod to my right, and saw he was already extending his penis in arousal. My own was already extended, the ‘head’ already swollen and hard.

“Eager, lover?” I asked in thought-speak. “I think I’m ready to explode!”

“Same’s you, dearest.” He replied. “I think Ameliorator is going to give us a real workout …”

“You are right, Rod. I intend to extract more from you than you believe possible. I hope your pleasure thresholds match the experience.”

I drew a sharp breath as my penis tentacle ‘head’ was engulfed in a tight rubber ‘cap’. 

“Extend your tentacle fully,” ordered the Ligaran holding it.

Obediently I extended the tentacle and he clamped rings around it at intervals, then strapped it to the belts securing me to the chair. Now I could see the ‘cap’ was connected to a tube that ran to something beneath me.

“Commence their oral feeding.” 

I became aware of someone close to my head, the rubber penis was removed from my mouth and a large tentacle wound itself up the side of my face, positioned its swollen head, and pressed at my oral sphincter. Automatically I relaxed the muscles and let it enter, savouring the taste of his syrupy emission.

“I hope you are hungry, Jack,” I heard in my head. “I have not released my stimulants for more than a week, and Tom says he wants us to induce your maximum ejaculations.”

“Yes …” I focussed on accommodating this large and shapely organ fully in my mouth, then tightened my orifice and began stimulating him. I felt my libido starting to surge even as another Ligaran positioned himself between my legs and thrust his penis tentacle at my opening. “Yes, masters … I shall do what you require.”

My mouth filled with the sticky syrup and my libido surged. This was exquisite torture “Yes, Jack, now relax and please us.”

Tentacle replaced tentacle and pleasure engulfed me in waves. I could not control it, and knew that they were keeping me on the edge, building up the need to ejaculate, but not allowing it. Beneath the rubber of my hood, my face and head were coated with their stimulant ejaculate and the area around my butt, my suit and beneath my suit were already slick with it. Locked in my rubber prison I begged, I pleaded, and all the while the pressure in my huge balls built up.

“Now, Jack …” The thought was gentle and I arched against the restraints as my cock exploded in exquisite sensation. I swam to awareness again, exhausted, to find myself being released.

“Take them to the rest chamber. They have done well, but Tom requires more from them. Let them rest, then return them.”

I felt myself released, then steered to an adjacent chamber and placed on a comfortable bed. Rod and Josh joined me, all of us still fully restrained, and we slept. Twice more we were taken to the feeding chamber secured, and emptied our oversized scrotums, then Rod and I were once again taken up to our apartment, stripped and put to bed. 

“Good news guys,” Tom looked up as we entered the workspace. He grinned. “You gave more than enough for us to start doing a full analysis. Did you enjoy the induction?”

Playfully Rod wrapped a tentacle around Tom’s neck. “I think we should put you through it — or perhaps let you experience what it’s like being pumped full of their stimulant, and having your own organs loop it back into some of your own erogenous zones …” Playfully, he attached his tentacle ‘hand’ to Tom’s throat and released a small amount of his stimulant. Tom’s erection was immediately obvious. “Hmm, I think you need some attention from Josh now.”

“Funny, Josh keeps saying the same.” Tom laughed, trying to adjust his crotch. “Anyway, you guys are stars, and we have discovered two indicators that we’re at least looking in the right direction.” Standing, he added, “And that note you found about your cum being thicker and richer … it is. Loaded with nutrients as well.”

“I knew we were more than just nice big cocks they like sucking.” I sat at the table I used as a working space. “So what now?”

“Now the real work starts.” Tom adjusted his cock again. “Damn, Rod, now I’m too distracted to concentrate.” He laughed. “Okay, it’s like this, I need some special equipment, and I need access to a lot of research, and that means having someone on the outside. All of us are out as far as that goes, but we’ve a couple of options open there, so I need to talk to Sardar … But first I better see Josh.”

Tom got his equipment, and he got the access he needed to the research he wanted, and now we worked with the Ligarans to find solutions for us all. Rod and I, as the least qualified members of the team mainly got the menial tasks, or, when needed, provided samples of our hybrid secretions. We also found ourselves playing the parent to Sennet and Fulda, and as the ‘strange’ uncle creatures for regular visits from Jack Jr, Adam, Callum and Jay. We were no longer alone as hybrids either, a total of eighteen guys had volunteered to follow us, and we now formed a solid core within the community. 

More interesting was the fact that four Transmen and two Transwomen had opted to be hybridised as well, among them Lavina. The anatomical changes to their physiques were pronounced, not least in the crotch department, where they all now boasted a Ligaran-like vaginal ‘trunk’, with long thin peripheral ‘penis’ tentacles, and a small ‘penis’ tentacle replacing their clitoris.

Lavina was especially pleased with the result.

“Damn, I wish I’d done this years ago.” She told us as she contemplated our restraints in her dungeon soon after she emerged from the hybridiser. Approaching me she drew my penis tentacle fully out. “Why didn’t you share this? I’m going to have to punish you severely, Jack. And you, Rod.”

We both knew what she expected in response and made it, sensing her amusement. Then she got to work. Did I mention our tentacles are very sensitive to electric current? 

She worked us over mercilessly, then called in my former Boss, Bruce, and his partner, Will, and we finally got our relief.

“What do you think will happen if we find a way for the Ligarans to survive without us?” I asked Rod as we lay in bed, our penis tentacles entwined and our desire temporarily sated.

“I don’t know,” Rod admitted. “I don’t think they can leave here, or at least not go back the the planet they came from — it’s gone. And if they don’t need us any longer, well, that leaves everything …”

“Yeah. I hope Tom’s thought of it. Otherwise we could find ourselves just abandoned and left to fend for ourselves. You, me and the others would have a major problem, the rest of the community, not so much.”

“True.” Rod was silent for a while. “The boys are getting bigger now, and a lot more inquisitive. It’s time they went to the ‘out’ world while they grow up.”

“Yes. It’ll be damned difficult seeing them go.” I thought of the triplets. Jack Jr, or JJ as everyone called him, was already very forward, Adam fascinated by my arm tentacles, and Callum fascinated by anything Ligaran, especially Sennet I noticed. “But it’s much better that they go, grow, get educated and then come back to us — if they want to.”

“Yeah.” Rod rolled toward me. “Di and Harri have everything prepared, and so do Anne and Alexa. I don’t know how they’ve managed it, but they’ve all the papers, got houses and everything else lined up. They plan to go in a few days.”

It was difficult taking leave of my ‘sons’. I’d had a chance to get to know them, but once they’d reached the age of being aware of the difference between the people raising them, and the strange creature with the amusing tentacles and his companion, we had to reduce the contact. Now I held Jack on my lap with a pair of tentacles, Adam in an arm and a tentacle on one side and Callum on the other side also in an arm and a tentacle and tried to explain the adventure they were about to embark on with their ‘parents’, Diana and Harri.

“Will we come back to see you?” Demanded Adam. The three studied me, their gaze intense. Identically dressed, but not quite identical in looks, character or intellect, aged four they were asking questions and demanding answers.

“Eventually,” I told them in thought-speak. “It may be a long time, but you will come back and we will be here when you do.”

“Why must we go away?” Demanded Jack Jnr. “We like it here. We want to stay.”

“Because that’s how you learn about the world, and the people who can’t live here with us.” I hesitated, knowing he was going to challenge me. “You need to grow up, study at a school, perhaps at a university, and then, when you are old enough, you will have to make some choices.”

“We don’t want to go, and we want to be like you and Uncle Rod. Jay does too …” Callum’s statement was just that. No argument, just a statement.

I could see a real battle of wills developing here, one I didn’t really want since it stirred far too many memories of my own childhood. I was saved by the arrival of Flavis with Sennet.

“Sennet wishes he could join you in the outworld,” he greeted them.

“My parent says it is not possible for us.”

“Why?” Demanded Jack Jnr.

Flavis nodded to me. “Because the outworlders do not understand us, and find us frightening. You are fortunate. They see you as some of their own, so you may visit them, learn from them, and bring their knowledge back to share with your father and Rod. That is a very important task.”

Jack Jr subsided, for the moment distracted by the arrival of Jay and Fulda. It was still not an easy parting, made harder by the knowledge that by the time they reached the outside world, their memories of us and ‘our’ world would have been changed …