The New Terrans

Chapter 7

A Change of Direction

His company was a fantastic change to my life. Yes, I needed to invite him to touch me, hold me or make physical contact, but once invited … Suddenly I had someone — even with his self imposed limitation of his responses — with whom I could share the simple pleasures, like watching the often glorious sunsets. Or the plumage of some of the animals New Terra was populated by. Together we enjoyed the changing scenery as we moved. His assistance in my maintenance tasks simplified things as well. Suddenly tasks that could be done by one person with a lot of manipulation and effort, became a piece of cake. Together we managed to do a number of tasks in far less time than it normally took, which gave us more time to enjoy our sexual appetites. 

“Job done!” I said, closing and sealing the access to our latest completed job. “I think Droid Jorge should place Mutant Fifty in his mutant restraints and give him a thorough sexual servicing.”

“As you wish, Fifty.” From my tool kit he produced the triple cuffs, had me place my back against the wall and expertly locked the central cuff around my penis and scrotum, then secured my wrists. His rubber mouth met mine, his hands gripping my hips as his vocaliser announced as I returned the kiss, “I will now milk you orally.”

“Yes, Jorge …” I whispered, as he moved to kneel. “Then give my pussy a thorough lubing. Give yourself the pleasure of a multiple ejaculation …” 

His rubber lined mouth engulfed my tentacle-like cock and I surrendered myself to his expert, droid enhanced, attention. Several ejaculations later, he stood, turned me to face the view, slipped his gorgeous droid penis tentacle into me and rewarded me with an amazing fuck, his ‘droid’ hands exploring my rubber sheathed body as his rigid member massage my pussy, and his vocaliser uttered ‘sweet nothings’. When he stopped and withdrew, I was weak at the knees, my ‘pussy’ full and leaking.

Guiding me down the tower, he took me back to the Mutant Wanderer, then let me give him the same ‘servicing’. Together we watched the sunset, in silence, an arm round each other’s waist and our prehensile penises in contact. This routine became, over the next few days, our signature for completion of a job. 

From Station to Station we worked our way through the tasks, and enjoyed our sexual contact. I found myself dreaming of being, one day, allowed to escape with him as my companion and lover, to live our lives away from the restrictions of the Colony and the laws imposed on Mutants.

The sleeping arrangements was the clincher. It was like sleeping with a large rubber doll in my bed, but I loved it.

In our third week I completed the work necessary on the Coms station, and returned to the ship early, to find Jorge listening to a news update on the ship’s coms. “There are reports of attacks on units of the Mutant Police in several centres, believed to be attempts by mutinous groups to frustrate the police in their important work to identify and secure unregistered mutants …” 

The reader droned on with the usual drivel about how mutants ‘infected’ others and endangered our society, and how it was necessary to isolate us and control us …

“What a load of utter sauro turd …” Walking up behind my Companion ‘Droid’, I put my arms round him, and touched his manhole gently with my tentacle penis. Immediately he bent at the waist and admitted me as I made it rigid.

“Thank you, Fifty. I am ready to receive your cum.” Turning his pink latex head toward my face over his shoulder, he added, “Fuck me thoroughly for your pleasure, sir. We will shortly have a visit from a Guardian. His message instructs that you are to be ready to service him. He will be here in two hours.” He paused. “You have time to enjoy me first, sir.”

“Oh bugger.” My cock erupted with a ‘free’ cumshot, and Jorge tightened his sphincter grip on my member. “Did he identify himself?”

“Yes, sir. Seven-seven-one. You are to be fully restrained and ready for his use.” Flexing his butt, he added, “Take me to our sleeping quarters, Master Fifty, fill me with your cum and then show me what he expects of you.”

“Seven-seven-one?” Recalling the time spent with that Guardian sheltering from the mega storm, I almost released another load. “I’m going to be getting a thorough workout. I have a feeling he’s at least a little like us — he had a brother who was like me …”

Jorge flexed his sphincter. “Then sir needs to use his companion droid fully. It is my function to ensure my master is fully serviced and properly prepared for his tasks.”

“And you do it better than any droid I’ve ever been assigned, Jorge …” Moving my hips, I added, “I wish …” Stopping myself, I focussed on ensuring we both got as much pleasure as possible.

Guardian Seven-seven-one smiled as he surveyed me, now fully restrained and prepared for his pleasure. Jorge had installed himself in his ‘charging station’, the display indicating he was ‘charging’.

“Got a new droid, I see,” the Guardian grinned as he eyed me, waiting for his enjoyment in a restraint harness with my penis raised and my butt lubed ready for him.

“Yes, sir. He’s an experimental unit.” I smiled a greeting, hoping he wouldn’t ask too many questions. “Mine needed some replacement of parts they didn’t have available.”

“So they told me in Circe.” Removing his codpiece, he released his nice looking erection. “This one working out okay?”

“Yes, sir. Big improvement on my old one.”

“Looks it too.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to take him off you.” Advancing to put his hands on my shoulders, he asked, “Been following the news?”

“A bit, sir.” Accepting his kiss, I grinned. “Been a bit busy trying to get all the maintenance done …”

“Among other things,” he said, laughing as he turned me. “You know what I need. May I?” His erection found my crack. “We’ve been a bit busy with all the shit flying around at the moment …”

“I’m well lubed and at your service, sir …” His rigid member found my opening. “Mmm, sir feels good …” Held firmly in his grip, I rode his thrusting, knowing he probably wouldn’t hold out for long if, as he’d said, he’d not had time to seek relief of his sexual needs. I was right, but I got a full dose of his cum as he rammed himself deep and with a moan and a shudder released his pent-up load inside me. “Thank you, sir,” I said, as he held me tight to himself, his softening member still inside me.

“No — thank you, Fifty.” His penis slipped free, and he turned me to face him again. “Listen, this is important. The shit’s hit the thrusters. The Mutant Police are running amok, and any mutants they do find … well, let’s just say, it’s not pleasant.” Releasing my wrists, he continued. “If it gets much worse, our commander has a plan to send you guys, all the EMs, to the caves. We’ll supply you there.”

“How long have the Guardians known about the caves?” What he was saying suggested that the Guardians not only knew about the caves, but used them. “We EMs thought we were the only ones …”

“We’ve known about them for some time, and knew you guys did.” Laughing at my surprised expression he added, “We’ve kept them very quiet. Don’t want every damned treasure seeker trying to dig them up! Besides, with the present problem, we don’t want the MPs or the morons supporting them finding them. So you must avoid going anywhere near any of the settlements. People are taking sides. The Command and Officer Councils are at each other’s throats, and we, the Colonial Guardians, are trying to prevent it getting out of hand.”

“What’s happening in Circe?” I hesitated, conscious that Jorge could hear everything. 

“That’s where it kicked off. The Mutant Police tried to force everyone there to undergo a ‘mutant screening’. They roughed up a couple of people they claimed were disguised mutants for refusing … It got ugly.” I heard Jorge shift in his charging station and hoped the Guardian hadn’t. “We had to rescue the MPs, and then the fool the First Officer’s Council sent …” He laughed. “That triggered most of the other settlements. At present it’s a mess. The MPs have been sent packing just about everywhere, and the folk that helped them have had to find ways to help themselves — no one is prepared to deal with them at all. And as for the Command and Officer families … We’ll be getting some major changes of government out of it.”

“So what can we do? I mean us mutants? We’re dependent on supplies from our base settlements. Is it safe to go there?”

Steering me to a position next to Jorge in his charging station, he studied Jorge. 

“No. It isn’t. We’ll keep you updated and tell you where to get supplies.” He was still studying Jorge. “This droid …” he began. “Got him in Circe did you?” His hands explored the joints in the rubber ‘flesh’ and explored Jorge’s genitals. “Okay, let’s drop the pretence. You’re not a droid — but this is fucking good. I can only spot it because I’ve repaired droids myself.” Frowning, he asked, “Can you put someone else into an outfit like this?” He smiled, holding Jorge’s penis and mine. “This is absolutely the best I’ve ever seen — and my commander will want to talk to you both. I think you’ve just given us the answer to a damned difficult problem.”

“Are you going to arrest us?”

He laughed. “No. What’s his name?”

“This is Jorge … and he’s able to answer any questions …” I’d rehearsed how to explain the name dozens of times, but now there was no point. “I love him, sir, please don’t take him from me.”

“Take him?” The Guardian stared at me. “Why would ..?” He studied Jorge’s immobile rubber face. “Do you love him, Jorge?”

“Yes, Guardian.” The vocaliser uttered. “I am his droid by choice. I downloaded his likes and preferences from his old droid, and programmed them into my own implants so I could serve him as he wished. I love him.”

A strange feeling spread through me as I heard this. Then I slowly moved my hand until I found his, and gripped it, speechless.

“Okay.” The Guardian smiled. “A bit extreme to turn yourself into a Companion Droid, but it obviously works for you two.” He laughed. “Now the only question in my mind is which of you I’m going give some head to …” Pausing a moment, he glanced from me to Jorge. “I’m greedy today, so you,” he poked me in the chest, on the bed on your back, with your head to the foot, I’m going to suck you, while you suck me, and you, Jorge will plug that dildo you’ve got between your legs into me and fuck me — and when I signal you can both put as many cum shots as you like into me.”

Positioning ourselves carefully, we let the now naked Guardian position himself to allow me to take his erection into my mouth, and take my now carefully curved penis into his. Behind him and now in my upside down view, Jorge positioned himself, and I watched fascinated as his glans developed a thick film of lubricant, touched the puckered opening and then slowly vanished into the Guardian’s manhole.

Its entry caused the member filling my mouth to twitch and I savoured the flood of precum it released. I fondled the Guardian’s scrotum with one hand careful not to stimulate him, then, on impulse moved my free hand to explore Jorge’s rubber perineum and tease the tight rubber grommet that held the sleeve inside him. The grommet also held the micro tubes that cleansed the chamber inside the anus when he placed himself in his charger unit.

His scrotum, like a droid unit’s, was smooth, the size of a large apple and unlike the Guardian’s did not swing with his pelvic thrusts. My own scrotum, I knew, was not quite so large, but it too was globular and didn’t ‘hang’ loose. This was one reason I seldom confined it in a codpiece and preferred to wrap my prehensile ‘tentacle’ of a cock over it and support it clear of my thighs. The Guardian’s responses showed he was enjoying what I was doing to his penis and what Jorge was doing to his man pussy. 

He gripped my penis with one hand, removed his mouth and gasped, “Now!”

His mouth covered my glans as I released my first load. Letting him swallow and suck it down, I released another. Above me, Jorge’s pubis was hard against the Guardian’s butt, his nine inch ‘dildo’ fully inside him. I sent pulse after pulse into his eager mouth and knew Jorge was doing the same at his butt. His signal to stop was clear, and we slowly all withdrew. 

For a while no one moved or spoke, then Seven-seven-one stood carefully, licked some cum from his face and smiled.

“Damn, that was good.” Walking around Jorge, he said, “You didn’t answer my question earlier. Can you turn someone else into a droid like this? Is it permanent?”

“Yes, I can do this to another. It is not permanent and can be reversed if desired, sir. But there are some permanent effects from the programming and the implants, sir.”

“Okay.” He looked thoughtful. “I need to know more about how you’ve done it, but I think you’ve given me the solution to a very difficult problem.” He chuckled. “I know you guys can go straight in to Round Two — but I need something to eat and drink first.”

“I’ll help Jorge get something for you.” Putting my arm round Jorge’s rubber waist, I kissed his cheek. “My beautiful Droid lover can’t eat as we do, so I’ll see he gets properly ‘refuelled’ while we eat.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jorge’s vocaliser responded. “I will select your meals and bring them to you. I can install myself for recharging.”

“Then I’ll watch.” The Guardian stood. 

“Jorge, install yourself in the Charging Station. I’ll get the food and the mallow beer for our guest.”

“Yes, sir.” He hesitated. Then added, “Thank you, Master Fifty …”

The Guardian spent the evening recovering from a further intense threesome with us, and questioning Jorge on what needed to be done to turn someone into a living droid. I listened in fascination as my companion explained how the implants he had fixed to his skull beneath the rubber droid body modified his responses by preventing him embarking on any conversation a droid would not. Then there were a number of sensors connected to implants in his genitals, hands, lips, mouth and other areas that all worked to give him the stimuli his rubber droid shell would not. The harder element had been the building onto himself of a sort of ‘shell’ within which were the lube tanks, cleansing and skin maintaining lotions his body needed and hid the electronics and micro pumps a droid used.

“So under that droid rubber body, you’ve basically got a sort of ‘exoskeleton’?” The Guardian studied Jorge. “How long did it take you to work this all out? And how do you breathe — I mean your chest doesn’t move …”

“That is correct, sir. I have experimented for several years to achieve this, sir.”

“I notice your chest doesn’t move. How do you breathe?”

“A droid does not breathe. A droid draws air into itself to cool its processors through its nasal passages and the vents under the rim of the head piece. So I have created a system that feeds me the air I need that utilises the same passages.” He went on to explain about the implants and sensors he needed and how he’d ‘programmed’ himself to prevent his responding in a way a droid would not.

Our guest left us in a very thoughtful mood, promising to be in touch as soon as he’d consulted his chief. All he would share with us was that there were many more mutants like us than we knew, some in situations from which they needed to be rescued. 

“Even the Command families are not immune to the mutation.” He laughed. “In fact they seem to have a higher incidence of it than anyone else. That’s what’s started this trouble. Stay safe, I’ll be in touch soon.”

We watched him lift off in his ship and returned to our own.

“If I understand your explanation, under that droid body and ‘skin’ you’ve got a whole slew of electronics that prevent you doing anything ‘spontaneous that would give you away?”

“That’s correct, Master Fifty. It requires a lot more than just that. I had a lot of help … my parents … There are systems that maintain my lubrication, my body temperature, my assimilation of food, drain my body wastes, cleanse my natural skin and sensors that gauge my partner’s responses and adjust mine.”

I stared at him. “And you have done all this to yourself to avoid …”

“No, Master Fifty. I have done all this so I could serve the mutant I have loved since he first was assigned to my father’s control.” The vocaliser paused. “And I would do it again if necessary, now I know him more intimately.”

I could think of nothing appropriate to say, so I took him in my arms, entwined my penis with his and applied my mouth to his rubber lips as I pulled him tight to my body. After the slightest hesitation, his arms embraced me and we simply stood, locked in our embrace.

“Thank you, Master.” The soft sound of the vocaliser broke the moment.

“No, Jorge. I love you to much to be thanked … I’ve nothing to give you in return. Except myself. A mutant, an exile, an outcast … but I give you myself.”

“Thank you, Master. It is all I need.”