The Hidden Chateau

A proposal

“You know, I’ve been wondering, this diary looks like other books I’ve seen somewhere, and it doesn’t match any of the covers in the library.” I turned the old diary in my hands. “I’ve wracked my brains — when I’m not high on hormones — trying to remember.” I’d begun to notice changes in myself, my scrotum was getting larger, and my testicles heavier for one thing, and my sense of taste getting sharper. My penis felt different as well, but didn’t look as if it was changing.

“There are many books like this one kept in a work room in the basement — adjoining the food stores and kitchens.” The quiet thought-speak ‘voice’ of Patin said. 

I stared at the book. “Damn. Of course. I knew I’d seen others like it. Come on, we need to check.”

All four of us made out way down to the former ‘Housekeeper’s Room’, and I grabbed a book at random from the shelf and opened it. “Damn. It’s just household accounts. These won’t tell us anything.”

“Maybe not.” Rod peered into the gap. “But there’s more books behind these.” He pulled out a block of books, and reached into the gap. Extracting another book, the cover very worn, he opened it carefully. “More accounts.” He turned a few pages. “Wait a moment. Bugger, I can’t read this. It’s one of those really old scripts …”

“If I may be permitted?” Flavis took the book carefully, and studied the script. “Yes, this is from the time of our arrival. The writer records that the ‘people of Ligar’ have brought new machines that prepare food for everyone without fire …”

“New machines …” I studied the writing over his shoulder. “I think we need to take all these up to our working room and see what they tell us. They may not be diaries, but they’ll have a lot of useful stuff about the interactions between us.”

“These housekeeping records are a gold mine,” I put a leg over Rod’s as we lay in our bed. “It looks like the servants and the Ligarans formed a lot of close relationships in the early days.” I chuckled. “There’s an entry that says the Housekeeper had to protest to the Comte that too many of the Pages were forming ‘dalliances’ with Ligarans and neglecting their duties, and it seems more than one footman was a hybrid like Josh.”

“You’re right.” Rod held me close. For once we weren’t in our latex suits, and the skin to skin contact was pleasant. “The books I’m going through, though, must be after the big bust up. There’s a lot about having to ask the Ligarans to not demand the services of footmen or ‘Chamber Pages’ at times that must have been meals or evening entertainments.” He looked thoughtful. “And a complaint in one — I copied it out — that too many of the servants had been hybridised.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” I hugged him, feeling my desire surge and having to suppress it yet again. “But it does confirm everything we guessed, and Patin and Flavis are filling in the account from their side. Did you know we found some notes about the ‘strangers attacking the community’? Bloody barbarians by the sound of it. They castrated several people they called Sodomites and killed every Ligaran they could find, flogged others …”

“Shit. No wonder the Ligarans decided to stop playing nice.” Rod moved gently to move his erection away from mine. “Anything about what happened to these ‘strangers’. Who brought them here?”

“The Comte’s son, Jacques … my great-several-times-grandfather was apparently appalled at what his ‘friends’ were doing and tried to stop them, but they brought others …” I kissed his cheek. “I’m named after him. My name’s Jacques as well, but I’ve always been just Jack to everyone.” Hesitating, I added, “And the Ligarans defended themselves and our folk. Some of the strangers they kept, others, the ones they deemed too violent or too stupid, they did some sort of mind wiping on, and dumped them to wander in the countryside far from here with no memory of who they were, or where they came from. The ringleaders they turned into ‘feeders’ with enhanced genitals and kept them isolated and confined …”

“What happened to your ancestor?” Rod could tell I was upset.

“He was hybridised, persuaded by his father I think, that it was the right way to atone for the problems he’d caused. Apparently his lover was one of those killed by the people he brought in to ‘seize control and purge’ the chateau …” I shuddered. “I couldn’t live with myself if I’d been responsible for that.”

“Well you weren’t, beloved.” Rod’s hug and his voice was firm. “And now that we know what happened, we’re going to try our damnedest, to put it right.”  

The ‘Housekeeping Records’ were a gold mine, and the four of us mined them for everything we could. The information helped us persuade the Council to allow us to start making the real history more widely known and that in turn began some small moves toward humans and Ligarans actually getting to know one another. It was still fraught with misunderstandings on both sides, but it was a start. Rod and I made a habit of visiting the Waterfront as often as we could of an evening, usually conspicuous in our latex bondage suits, but, encouragingly, others began to show off their latex as well, and often a few Ligarans began to venture out.

“You guys have started something,” Lavina told us as she brought us a glass of wine.” She nodded toward a pair of Ligarans strolling hand in hand toward the cafe. “I’ve been asked if I can serve them drinks and food. Told them I’d be happy to if someone can show me how to prepare and serve whatever they eat and drink.”

“We can probably help you there. Our friends, Flavis and Patin, will be happy to do it I think. It’s not that different to what we eat, just a lot more liquid,” I told her. “What are you doing at present?”

“I can serve them drinks, and they use a straw.” She frowned. “How do they eat? I mean, they can’t chew …”

“Thankfully, no …” Rod joked. “Actually it’s quite interesting. They use a special container and it has a controlled spout thing — they suck on it and swallow.”

“So basically exactly how they extract it from you guys.” She laughed. “Ask your pals about food and where I can get it, and I’ll start catering for them.” She walked off to greet a fresh customer. 

“You know, we should ask Flavis and Patin to join us here. We can all learn a bit from them,” I mused. “You know, besides our cum, I’ve never thought about what they do eat or drink.”

“Neither have I, I just assumed …” Rod sipped his wine. “You know, we work with them all day, and never asked … Time we did.”

 With both of us to think is to act. So, a few days later, we were sat with Flavis and Patin watching the seabirds and relaxing at the Cafe. Lavina walked over with our glasses of wine and two strange looking flasks. 

“Nice to see you guys,” she said to us, then nodded to our Ligaran friends and we ‘heard’ her thought-speak. “Thanks for showing me how to prepare food for your folk. I hope they’ll feel at home here now.”

“It is our pleasure,” Patin replied. “We hope it will help further the friendship between us.”

“I think it will.” Lavinia smiled as she looked at the other patrons. “I’ve had a few of your folk here already.” She winked, a gesture the Ligarans didn’t immediately understand. “And a few ‘mixed’ couples. I love it.”

“We have much to do to persuade all our people that it is right to put aside our fears,” Flavis said. “It will not be easy, but perhaps this will be a good start. Jack is persuasive.” We felt his amusement. “But perhaps you have a suggestion for a way to encourage our people and yours?”

“You know, I might.” Lavinia frowned. “In fact, I know Di has a few thoughts on it. Tell you what, why not have one of your people come here to oversee the preparation of food for your people, Flavis.” She shrugged. “We could certainly use the help and it would give us a chance to get to know you a lot better.”

Rod released my arms and then removed my gag. “They gave you quite a workout in the feeding chamber.” He fondled my bulging codpiece. “They’re either trying to test your limits or test whether or not you’re serious about accepting the hybridisation.”

“Not testing,” I sighed. “No, they’re trying to find ways to make their feeding a whole lot more like making love to us.” I chuckled. “Seems that the idea of getting to know each other, and exploring our sexual enjoyment is starting to pay off.” I paused. “And the stuff they’ve been feeding us is pushing us toward having to take the plunge and become full hybrids. It’s deliberate. I’m noticing a whole raft of changes in my cock and my balls are definitely getting heavier.”

“I think you’re right, I’ve noticed it in mine as well.” Rod laughed. “They taking more time to ‘enjoy’ stimulating us, and our submission to being restrained and stimulated.” He kissed me. “And I love it.”

“Mmmm, they’re getting a lot better at holding me on the edge …” I licked the syrupy secretion from my lips and savoured the feeling of euphoria that always followed my having had multiple ejaculations induced by their feeding and my butt and mouth filled with the Ligaran’s stimulant secretions. “Kiss me, Rod. Hold me tight and remind me what it’s like …”

“Any time, beloved.” His embrace was firm and the kiss absolute bliss. “Let me know when you’re ready to get out of that harness suit.”

“Not yet.” I managed to get my restricted arms around him. “Those tentacles of theirs … Today, one of them used his tentacles on me … what a sensation …” I sighed. “Will you still love me when I’m hybridised?” 

“Uh huh, why wouldn’t I? And get this straight, if you are going to pay the ‘price’ they set us for the changed agreement, so am I!” Rod chuckled. “Josh explained a little of it to me. I just bet it was sensational if it was done while he was feeding.” He kissed me, then hesitated. “Would I ..? Of course I would stupid, but remember Sardar said it was to be both of us.” He hugged me. “I can’t let you have all the fun … Those tentacles are a lot more than decoration. That’s why they generally immobilise them inside their suits.”

“I know,” I said dreamily, still able to feel the delicate touch, and the firm grip the Ligaran had taken on my butt with two of his arm tentacles, while the other pair had covered and stimulated my nipples, still feeling swollen and tingling. I could still feel the grip of the sucker rings on them, and as for having his ‘penis’ tentacle inside me while his peripheral penis tentacles worked on my cock and scrotum … “I think I need to talk to Josh about it … my ancestor obviously didn’t know what he’d be able to do for his lover …”

‘Talking’ to Josh was informative. He described in graphic detail how his sex organs worked, and gave a small demonstration using all seven of his tentacles.

“These ‘flippers’ have suction pads,” he explained with his thought-speak ‘voice’. “And once they grip, they begin to secrete a hormone your partner absorbs and that prepares them — if you’re Ligaran — for fertilisation of their ova.” I sensed his amusement. “For us it just seems to raise our libido …”

I wanted to ask him what it was like being so radically different, but couldn’t bring myself to ask such a stupid question. He evidently sensed the thought.

“Takes a bit of getting used to, but their process makes it easier. You more or less go into it like you are, and you come out still you, but with all these extra bits, and no ability to speak because your mouth …” He opened his oral sphincter and extruded his tongue, a small version it appeared of his arm tentacles. “You won’t believe what a difference it makes to your taste senses! Oh, and you suddenly have the ability to ‘talk’ like this, intimate, private … unless you or your partner open your thoughts to others close by.”

“I’ve got to ask, Josh. Would you choose to be like this again, knowing what it’s like now?”

“Would I ..?” He extended a tentacle and took my hand. I felt the sucker cups engage. “Yes, I would. I’d want to be processed immediately. Yes, I’d do it again. I like to be like this, and I like the fact I can give Tom pleasure beyond your wildest dreams …” He extended another tentacle and took my other hand. “Kiss me on the mouth and I’ll show you something …”

His ‘tongue’ entered my mouth as our lips met and I tasted something honey sweet. Then he withdrew and I knew that I needed to speak to the Council and arrange for my hybridisation. My only doubt was whether Rod really wanted this as well …

 I asked for, and was granted an interview with Sardar. 

“You wish to discuss our arrangement, Jack?”

“Yes.” I hesitated. “I will submit to being hybrised, Sardar. All I ask is that you honour our agreement and allow our people the freedom to consummate their relationships sexually.” I tried to gauge his mood. “Even if that means I must spend the rest of my life in a feeder unit.”