The Hidden Chateau

The Moment of Decision

The rapprochement was going very slowly, but starting to have an effect. People summoned for the feeding chamber were being subjected to far more tenderness and intimacy, and responding well to it. But there was still a reluctance among the human side to be more friendly, and resistance to the idea of being hybridised, even though Josh was very enthusiastic and open about the advantages and disadvantages.

“A lot of people seem to be interested, but want to ‘wait and see’.” I paused. “I think they need us to lead the way.” I grimaced. “I think it needs us to take the lead. I’ve talked to Flavis and Patin, and they agree.” I stared at the ceiling. “I think it has to be me.”

“Then I will too. We’ve got to make an example, Jack. The Council won’t adopt the rest of our proposals until we do.” Rod propped himself on one elbow and teased my nipple beneath my latex. “Doc Tom reckons there are a number of guys willing to take the plunge and submit themselves to the hybridiser, but it needs someone to take the lead and do it. Make a public declaration and do it.”

“I know.” I smiled up at him. “And I’ve made my decision. I’ve talked it over with Sardar. It has to be me, the descendent of the guy who broke the pact, but, you know what, I have the same dilemma he had. I’m in love with someone and don’t want him to feel compelled to follow …”

“No you don’t.” He swung his leg over me and straddled my hips, pinning my cock against his opening. “You’re not pulling that one on me. We’re doing it together — because I want to.” He pinned my arms to the bed. “I’m going to do it even if you chicken out on us!” He glared at me. “I made up my mind a couple of days ago — I want to be hybridised. I want to have tentacles …”

“Okay, okay.” I stared at his rubber masked face. “We can make the public declaration together. I told Sardar I was going to submit, but that I needed to talk to you first.” I smiled. “And he’s given us permission to make love …”

“You what?” He paused, then grinned. “Really? He gave us permission to have sex?”

“Yes, my love. And tomorrow we can make the announcement at the community gathering.” Freeing my arms from his grip, I reached up and slipped them round his torso. “Now are you going to make love to this sex crazed sub, or does he have to beg for it?”

“We can go all the way?” He moved beside me. “We better make the most of this …”

“I know,” I whispered. “The full process will be started immediately after the declaration, and publicly — and we’ll be undergoing it for three months.” Our mouths met in a prolonged and long pent up kiss.

We took our time, enjoying all the sensations of being able to caress one another, use our mouths on each other’s cocks, of being in no hurry, and just enjoying the freedom to make love. I suspected that Sardar and the Council were eavesdropping on us. I hoped they were. If nothing else it might reinforce my pleadings and arguments with them that if we were allowed to take them as ‘lovers’ and even partners, it would bind us in ways that would be mutually beneficial to both sides.

We enjoyed the experience of an uninhibited spell of oral stimulation, each enjoying receiving the fountain of cum we produced, and sharing it in our passion until we were ready for the second round. It felt fabulous to have Rod enter me, to feel his cock inside me, and eventually to feel his cum flood my anus. We stayed linked for as long as we could, then swopped roles and I gave him the same service. 

Eventually, sated, we slept.

The hall was packed as Rod and I took our places next to Tom and Sardar. Tom smiled, and I ‘heard’ Sardar say, “We thank you for your sharing last night. It made much very clear to us.”

I thought-spoke a happy response, then listened as Tom stood and called everyone to order. 

“You are all aware of the delicate negotiations we’ve been having with Sardar and his people. Today we think we can make a start to implementing the first steps toward a much brighter future for both people.” He paused. “As you all know, one of the key points in the negotiations has been the need to ensure that our Ligaran friends are assured of our willingness to meet their dietary needs and a guarantee we will not go back on any part of it. They recognise that we have need for our own personal well-being which is somewhat inhibited by the current arrangements, even though most of us accept them and find other ways to satisfy our need for close relations with a special person. They recognise that need as well in their own society.” He waited while the audience reacted. “Thanks to the work Jack and Rod have been doing with Patin and Flavis, and their consultations with as many of you as wanted to express your opinion or feelings on various matters, and on the Ligaran side as well, we think we have a solution we can all live with, and more importantly, one our descendants can live with. You have all got copies of the proposals, and we will be hoping for your agreement. Everyone has the right to say no, or to opt out of some provision you are not comfortable with.” 

Once again there was a rumble of comment from the crowd. 

Tom raised his hands. “The most difficult part for us is the provision of twelve of our people who must undergo the difficult process of hybridisation to ensure that our friends have a regular supply of human semen and the guarantee of goodwill.” He paused. "It was agreed between the Council, Jack and Rod that they will offer themselves as the first to be hybridised. Jack, who most of you know is directly descended from the Comte’s delinquent son, and Rod, are going to submit themselves to the process today. They will be our guarantors of the new agreement.” He stopped as the crowd reacted, continuing, “They believe that this will give the assurance to the Ligaran side of our good intentions, and encourage us all to build friendships and possibly relationships between our two peoples.” Turning to us, he asked, “Do you guys want to address the meeting.”

Rod grabbed my hand, grinning. “Yes, Tom, but I’m going to let Jack talk. He’s the ideas man.”

“I won’t talk long, friends.” I took the mic. “These last few months have given us the chance to really get to know Flavis and Patin and several more of their people, and we hope we’ll be able to encourage some of you to get to know others as well — we discovered that some of you already have friends among them, and that’s great.” I glanced at Rod. “We knew when we started trying to get these changes, that the Council would want us to show our good faith by being the example, and we want you to know that this is something we choose to do. We’re submitting to being hybridised, and we hope some more of you will join us. We see it a bit like becoming a sort of link between us and the Ligarans, and once we’re on our feet again, we intend to continue doing the things we’ve enjoyed as we are. Expect to see us at the Waterfront, or shopping, or jogging.” I waited while the crowd applauded. “That’s enough from me. Wish us luck, I gather we aren’t allowed to eat anything for the next two days … a bit of an extreme diet, but Rod says we need to lose a bit of weight.” I handed the mic back to Tom as the crowd laughed.

Tom wrapped up the meeting and announced that there were refreshments and food being provided in the large store next door, and Rod and I walked hand in hand with Flavis and Paten to the door. On all sides we got comments and congratulations and a lot of teasing. In the large store a feast waited, and drew gasps of surprise when the human side saw who was serving. Sardar had assembled a large number of his own people willing to serve our people and, possibly for the first time in almost a hundred and fifty years every member of the two groups tentatively socialised …

In the gathering dusk Rod and I walked hand in hand back to the chateau in our latex bondage suits. We’d accepted the initial preparations for the treatment prepared for our hybridisation in full public gaze. The preparation was unpleasant. As promised it had started publicly at the hall with us receiving injections directly into our genitals, then into our shoulders and backs, and finally a large drink of thick syrupy liquid which gave us both a peculiar feeling as it began to take effect on our bodies. Now we walked back to the chateau knowing we had a date with our future and there could be no going back. 

“You think this will work?” Rod asked.

“I hope so. It won’t be easy, and I’m pretty sure there will be problems along the way, but we have to try.” I squeezed his hand. “We will know when we get out of what will be the ultimate bondage experience, love.”

Two days of purging our systems followed, and then began the actual process of getting us ready to be inserted into the hybridiser. The easy part was the injections and implants that would become the tentacles we would develop, then the unpleasant bit, the catheter, the bowel drain, airway intubation, and finally the mouth and jaw modifier. Encased in tight rubber suits, we were inserted into rubber body hugging sacks, then inserted into the rigid sarcophagi, all the tubes and pipes connected up, our eyes protected by lenses glued over them, and finally the lid sealed.

I drifted into a void. Time stood still as I dreamed dreams, heard ‘voices’ and sensed things like fluids flowing round me, being fed, and an awareness of new limbs and appendages taking shape. Then hands were releasing me.

“You are complete, Jack. We will now release you, and transfer you to the recovery unit.”

It took me several minutes to realise that I couldn’t see properly because the lighting was very dim. I recognised the ‘voice’ and tried to speak, but my mouth refused to form the words. Then I remembered, and thought-spoke. “I feel refreshed, but stiff.”

“In a few hours, you will recover. It will take a little time to learn to use your tentacle arms fully, your genitals are more — instinctive.”

“They feel —incredible. Is Rod awake?”

“We will be releasing him as soon as we have you in the recovery unit.” Josh paused while I was lifted and placed on a bed. “Like you, he has responded perfectly. Be patient, he will be here soon.” I sensed his amusement. “Our mouths are useless for speaking, and our airways are independent of our throat and gullet, meaning we cannot make any sound with them at all. You will adapt quickly, Jack.”

“Thanks, I’d not thought of that. You’re right, I’ll get used to it,” I replied thought-speaking. “Better warn Rod I’m waiting for him. I can’t wait to wrap him in my tentacles!” 

I lay back, trying to get used to my new form. Tentatively I tried raising one of my tentacle arms and succeeded on the third attempt. I studied it, the ‘hand’ at the end, a flat, almost spatulate area, with small suction discs on its underside. I raised the corresponding tentacle on my left side and then the remaining pair. I wanted to laugh in sheer pleasure. This was proving far easier to master than I’d dared to hope. Lowering them again, I used my hands to explore my lower face. My jaw had changed completely, now having only limited movement, and my mouth opening was a tight sphincter and internally a soft moist tunnel lined with the hair like papilla. I still had a tongue, but it no longer resembled a human organ, though it was incredibly mobile and I discovered I could extrude it from my oral opening.

The door opening ended my exploration and two Ligarans and Josh wheeled Rod into the room and transferred him onto the adjacent bed.

“Here’s Rod, Jack.” I heard Josh. “As eager as you are to be reunited. Say hello to each other!”

Turning my head I saw Rod and my heart skipped a beat. Like me he now had tentacles as well as his arms, and now I could see his crotch, saw what my own looked like to an observer. The central penis was thick and the head large and beautiful. A pair of thinner tentacles lay either side of the central one and his scrotum was about the size of a grapefruit.

“How do you feel, my love?” I thought-spoke and attempted to reach across to him with the tentacles nearest his bed.

“Glad to be out of that, but, oh wow, it feels fantastic. Strange, but fabulous …” He moved one of his tentacles, and our spatulate ‘hands’ met, the contact sending an electric thrill through us.

“Good you’re both learning to control your new appendages.” Dr Tom joined us with Sardar. “It’ll take a few days to get full control.”

“Much has happened since you began your hybridisation,” Sardar told us, his pleasure radiating in his mind and making his statement feel warm. “The Council feel you should have a reward.”

Rod beat me to the reply. “Thanks, Sardar, but all I really want is laying on the next bed.” He glanced at me and I sensed what he had in mind. “But there are two of your people who we’d like to thank. We’d like them to be the first to feed on us like this. We’d like to show Patin and Flavus how much we enjoyed working with them.”

“Yes,” I chipped in. “They showed us what should be possible for us all; they showed us that your needs for companionship are not very different to ours.” 

Tom nodded. “They’re right, Sardar. It is important that we be seen to be building understanding, friendships and hopefully taking each other as partners and lovers.”

“Yes.” Sardar remained silent, studying his long fingers. “Yes, they are right. The Council knows, and has been pretending it does not, that there are a number of these relationships already. It is time we acknowledged them and encouraged them.” He touched my leg and then Rod’s. “I shall send Flavis and Patin to attend you. I suggest that, once they have dressed you, that you take them to your apartment and renew your relationships.”