The Hidden Chateau

The search for answers begins

I got a lot of grins and comments as I made my way in to work the next day, and a lot of teasing through the week. Each day started with the arrival at the flat of Josh with a heavy slave belt which secured our arms and hands to the belt around our waists, then a visit to the Ice House where we submitted to being ‘dosed’ orally and in the butt simultaneously by a pair of Ligarans completely rubbered from head to foot who inserted us into our latex bondage suits. At work I had to report to the basement midmorning and again mid afternoon and in the evening we’d be taken to one of the great circular chambers in bondage harnesses, secured and then fucked, sucked off and required to accept oral use until it was time to dose us again and return us to the barn. 

After the first day I realised I got used to walking to work in a bondage suit, my ‘chastity’ belt on display and the restrictive bondage hood. At work, after the initial teasing, it wasn’t even commented on. Only the regular visits to the Basement and dosing with the stimulant was distracting for about a half hour afterward, and I even got used to having a butt plug in me throughout the day. After four days I sensed that my scrotum felt as if it was getting bigger and my balls heavier, but locked into the chastity belt I had no way of verifying this. I also got a copy, original by the look of it, of the ‘treaty’ and spent as much time as I could, deciphering it clause by clause. 

It was a fascinating ‘agreement’— a contract between the Ligarans and my ancestor. It provided the Ligarans, apparently the survivors of some sort of accident involving a large ‘silver disc’, with living space and a hiding place from outsiders in return for ensuring the Comte, his family and servants never wanted for anything and would always be undisturbed on the land. As part of this, the human community were to provide ‘food’ for the Ligarans, and this is where things started to make sense, as the document made reference to all the males being ‘man-lovers’, and added that those not naturally inclined so would be ‘adjusted’. The ‘food’ required was human semen and all the men would be rendered able to increase their production of semen. The Ligarans were to be supplied with a number of males daily — the number to be varied according to need — who would freely give their sperm for the sustenance of the Ligarans. 

There was also a requirement that all the men were to ‘breed’ at least once, and the child would be bound to the community and the chateau. Another clause made provision for some men to be ‘agents’ who could come and go into the world outside the park and environs, in order to acquire essential supplies, information and equipment. I noted that a later codicil to this, in a ‘modern’ handwriting, stated that children would leave the estate at pre-school age and return at their ‘majority’ in company with their ‘mother’ who would ensure the child was duly prepared. A special group, in number twelve, were to be provided by the population. These men would be hybridised so they would be ‘rendered more fruitful’ and be rewarded by increasing their enjoyment of oral and anal sex according to the agreement. That it seemed to involve some sort of radical anatomical change for them was implied, but not spelled out. Then came the penalty clauses. 

If anyone refused to surrender his semen when required, he would be subjected to a punishment to be decided by the Council, a body that originally included human and Ligaran members. Finally, the community would lose it’s protection unless the Comte, or one of his sons, was to become Human-Ligaran hybrids. Ominously it added that if this requirement was not met the whole community would be ‘bound’ to the Ligaran overlordship in perpetuity and not permitted to leave the area once they returned.

Everything had been fine until the last Comte’s only son had refused to undergo the ‘hybridising’ process according to a note in the margin next to the clause requiring the provision of young males for this purpose. It hinted at an earlier problem, sometime in the very early history of the ‘colony’, but gave no details. Another note said he’d left the estate, taking with him several others, and gone on the run. The Comte had pleaded to be allowed to take his place, but then someone, and it appeared to be the defaulting son, had brought outsiders in to ‘drive out the Devil’s spawn’. I learned this from a scrawled note on the foot of the final page of the agreement. It added that, as a result all those living here, their descendants and offspring would henceforth be fully bound to the estate and surrender their sexual organs to the Ligarans. They were also forbidden, except with permission, human sexual contact on penalty of punishment. The note added that this was to protect the Ligaran colony.

Carefully I put the document aside on the final day of our punishment. “Rod, I have to find the Comte’s diary. I have to know exactly what he did, what happened to them all — and if there’s some way it can be rectified.”

“You won’t be the first one to try to find it.” He finished making our lunch and served it. “But I’ll help you find it. That agreement is pretty water tight according to the Ligarans and a couple of the guys who studied law.” He grinned as he sat. “You know, I’m so used to wearing this hood I’m thinking of keeping it on after today.”

“Funny, I was thinking the same. Got to get a head shave first though.” I rubbed a hand over my rubber covered scalp. It sort of itches and I can’t wash it like this.” Swallowing a mouthful of food, I added, “I wonder how we’ll cope with not getting ‘dosed’ four times a day? I think I’m just about addicted …”

“Yeah.” He finished his food and leaned back. “I suppose I’ll go back on the ‘snack round’ so I’ll get plenty of use. What about you?”

“I have a feeling …” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I expect it’ll be something like your situation. About the only thing we can be sure of is that even if we do break the rules and fuck each other, we won’t be able to shoot a load.” I gathered our plates and took them to the sink. “We really need to find that diary — if it exists — and find out why the Comte couldn’t or wouldn’t do whatever was necessary to make amends.”

“I’ll help you.” He grinned. “Since I’m also one of the Count’s descendants I guess we both need to find out. If we are going to end up like Josh, I’d like to know why!”

“We’ll find out,” I said filling the sink. “You know, something that’s been bothering me, is that there are quite a few women here, all of them Lesbian or Transmen. There’s mention in the agreement about human reproduction, but with all us men hundred percent men only … And another thing, are only men hybridised? Like Josh?”

“Never thought of it, to be honest.” Rod frowned. “I know they do something to ‘breed’ us somehow, always just thought it was something like artificial insemination.” He grinned. “And there’s a couple of the girls would probably love to be hybridised if it gave them the right equipment …” He put away the dried dishes. “Tonight we get told what they intend for us, I hope.”

“I wonder what we’ll get tonight? Our last day of punishment …” I wiped down the sink and counters. “Josh hinted it’s something special.”

“Guess we’ll soon know.” Rod walked to the patio door. “Probably something really restrictive as we’ll be appearing before the Council again. Odd that it used to be half and half in its membership.” He joined me again and began drying the dishes. If we find that diary, do you think we might be able to persuade them to let us form relationships again?”

“We can hope.” I dried my hands. “Have you a partner you’d like in mind?”

“We-e-e-ll!” He grinned. “There’s this new guy in town. Works at the Co-op, lives in a converted barn, sexy as fuck, looks fabulous in a rubber bondage suit, gives a fantastic fuck …”

“Stop!” I tapped his chastity belt. “You’ll get us both into real trouble.” I grinned, putting my arms round him. “But funny you mention it, there’s this other guy I’d like to give head to now I’ve experienced what he can do with his manhood inside me …”

“Now who’s trying to get us into trouble — again.” He pecked me on the cheek. “We better find a way to convince the Ligarans that we humans need a bit more than just being sexual snacks for them, or, if you have that agreement right, just their food source.”

“We need to find out why the relationship changed so badly.” I thought for a moment, remembering all the housekeeping books in their shelves in the Housekeeper’s room, all uniform in height and colour and thought of the library. “You know, I think I know where the mysterious diary may be hiding.”

“Well we can take a look for it once we’ve seen the Council tonight and heard what they intend to do to us next!”

Our evening saw us prepared by Josh in the lightest and most basic bondage suits yet. Taken to the chateau, we confronted the Council in the grand entrance hall.

“You have accepted your punishment well, and we know you now accept your status.” The voice paused. “But you remain attracted to each other.”

I glanced at Rod. “Yes, we are attracted to one another. It’s a human trait. For us sex is more than just intercourse of any type.”

“It is not permitted. Once you are released, your sexual organs will release your seed only when you are servicing one of our people. You are permitted to share a home, and a bed, but not sexual contact.” There was a brief hesitation. “And in future you, as the descendent of the one that broke the compact between us, will wear only the latex garment you call a bondage suit.” There was a flash of amusement. “A sign that you accept our conditions.”

We didn’t have a choice it seemed. I felt annoyed, and wanted to protest. We had needs as well as theirs, and one of those was sexual …

“You are angry and disappointed, but be assured you will receive all the sex you desire in servicing us.” He signalled, and two Ligarans moved forward and removed our chastity devices. “Your sex organs are now free and you will be taken to the feeding chambers and nourish our people.” 

I looked down. My penis seemed thicker and longer, but my scrotum looked huge. I took a look at Rod now next to me and his cock was also thicker and longer. His scrotum bulged, his ‘balls’ looked like a pair of large eggs, and I realised mine must be at least as big. They certainly felt that large. “Is this the enhancement the agreement mentions?”

“No. This is merely to ensure you provide a good feeding to us, and are always ready to provide it.” There was a pause. “The full enhancement makes you a hybrid. You have seen the doctor’s companion, Josh?”

I nodded. “I have.” So that was what had sparked the Comte’s son’s rebellion. He’d evidently tried to escape his agreed fate … Had others refused as well? Josh seemed to be the only one currently.

“After the — trouble — many more refused to comply, and the process requires that the subject submits completely, or there are … complications. We have not enforced that part of the agreement since … except in special circumstances where the subject is likely to repeat the failure of the past.” 

“Did Josh submit?” I knew I was pushing my luck here, but I had to know the boundaries. Being shunted around as a foster kid teaches you that.

“Not at first. But he was eventually convinced it was for his own well being.” There was a brief pause, then he continued, “Josh is a special case. He has shown us that we need to understand a great deal more about you. For now you need to have your libidos relieved.” He signalled. “Take them to the feeding chamber.”