An unplanned life

Chapter 2

Certified, Restricted, Modified

A little over a month passed since my sentencing, and now I was to be taken to the place I would spend the next seven years. I followed the Poirni Master along the public streets, my twelve inch penis in its metallic casing, my decorated nipples crowning small breasts at odds with my ultra chiselled masculine physique and the glans shaped helmet now fixed to my head proclaiming my status. With my arms secured to a wide rubber slave belt, and my ankles hobbled, I walked beside him the PM, at first ashamed, but as the ribald comments grew more directed, it stirred my pride, and I forced myself to hold my head high and show off both my metal covered and imprisoned genitals and the small, shapely, breasts adorning my chest. 

Ours is a dying species, inhabiting a world we have all but destroyed by our over exploitation of it, and our overpopulation. Now we pay a price. More than half of all males born to our species are man-lovers, and many women prefer their own sex. 

Our complex societies are in decay, our birthrates no longer increase our numbers, and men, such as I, find the very thought of copulating with a female distressing. An increasing number of females felt the same about copulating with males and human birthrates have plummeted. To this was added the discovery that our genes were deteriorating. That led to screening of both males and females, and only those with the least genetic mutation were allowed to breed. 

Hence the widespread use of Poirneria such as the one I was now to become an inmate in, available to those whose taste in sexual engagement ran to men with modified sexual organs, submissive to bondage and domination, and whose own sexual response was controlled and restricted. 

The Poirnerium was located in a quiet street, externally distinguished only by the large glazed bay windows in which were displayed, in one, a Restricted Pornoi, and in the other, an attractive athletic looking youth sporting only a bulging leather pouch. To my somewhat stupid relief I realised it was a very upmarket establishment, meaning I would be at the beck and call of mostly my own class or higher. Hopefully it meant I would not be subjected to brutality — there were special poirneria for that …

The Restricted Poirnoi made a small gesture of greeting as I passed, the youth just stared at my metal clad organ.

“You’ll be displayed in the entrance foyer until you are certified,” the Porni Master told me, pointing to a glass enclosure. Opening it, he said, “Enter. You are to display your genitals whenever a client enters.” He chuckled. “They can admire them, but the only use they will have for you is your mouth and your boy hole — and they can’t have either until you are certified.” He attached the lead chain to an eyebolt behind me and chuckled. “Once that happens you will receive a lot of use. You’ll be a walking sperm bank, full of the cum of the highest families in the land.”

Closing the door he locked it, and walked away as the street door opened to admit several customers. Clustered round my glass box, they ordered me to display my decorated genitals, marvelled at my nipples and then accosted the Master and began bidding to be the first to use me. I wanted to give vent to my anger, but couldn’t, the ‘helmet’ suppressed the hormones that fuel anger, and induced calm in me.

It brought home to me sharply my hopeless situation.

Several hours passed, and then I was removed from the display and joined the young man and the other Restricted Pornoi from the windows in a spacious cellar room with seating and tables where we were fed and allowed to talk to one another. There were six ‘special’ seats, clearly intended for the use of those like myself who needed a ‘different’ seat that allowed for the bulk between our legs and our scrotal cases. Gratefully, I joined my fellow RP on a vacant one. My wrists were freed at the door, but the slave belt remained.

“What did you do to deserve that sort of enhancement?” The other CRP asked, adding with a wink, “We’re forbidden to have names, but …” 

“I offended a member of the Familias Constanz.” I shrugged, noting that his penis, though rigid, appeared to be about two thirds as long as mine, but not unduly thick or ‘enhanced’, and he sported no other ‘enhancements’. “You?”

“My lover cheated on me, and I objected.” He grimaced. “He had the ear — or his new lover did — of a magistrate and they concocted a story of my having raped him. So I have this. Nine inches of useless organ and a frustrated libido. You offended a member of the Constanz Familias? Oh wow, no wonder you  are …”

“What brought you here?” I asked the undecorated youth.

“My family were indebted to the Familias Ventura. I am security for the debt.” He smiled. “I hope to gain my release soon, if my family repay the debt quickly.”

My fellow CRP nudged me beneath the table and I caught his caution. It was clearly the youth’s one hope. 

“How long have you been here?” I asked the youth.

“Six months,” he answered. “It feels a lifetime, but when my parent repays the debt I will be freed immediately.” He watched me over the rim of his drink. “How long will you be like this?”

“The sentence is seven years.” I replied. “But I will have this monstrous organ for life, and these.” I indicated my small breasts. “Even if the decoration is removed, I can never live a normal life now.”

Before he could respond the Poirni Master opened the door and signalled him. “You have clients, Seventeen. Come immediately.”

When he’d gone, I asked, “We are not allowed names, so how do we know who they are summoning?”

“Seventeen is his number. This house has seventeen unRestricted Piornoi, and four of us. We don’t need numbers, we are booked in advance.” He shrugged. “I have five more years here and there are just the four of us including you. The other two have three years remaining for one and a little more than one year for the oldest. When we have no bookings, we are displayed to attract custom. As you will learn, our customers have a taste for the unusual. We don’t often have too much time in the display window …”

“How likely is he to …?”

“No chance.” My companion grimaced. “His family are far to deeply in debt. He will be here at least the full seven years — longer if what I overheard about his father’s gambling is true. He’s here as security for his father’s debts, his service pays the interest only, though he thinks it reduces the debt.” He paused. “If his parent defaults on the repayment, as is likely, he is forfeit and will join us … He’s unlike the other unRestricteds, so we treat him as one of us and try to help him deal with the injustice he suffers and if the rumours we have heard are true, his familias may have other intentions for him.” Smiling, he extended his hand. “We are not supposed the use names, but mine is Tomaz. Don’t use it in the hearing of a Master.” He winked. “There is a code between us CRPs, we take care of one another, sometimes switching clients if one of us needs a break. It will be difficult to do with you though …” 

He didn’t need to explain.

Taking the hand, I smiled. “Thank you for trusting me, I am Poal.”

“Welcome to our personal heaven and hell.” He grinned. “Which depends on how much cock you like in which opening and how often.” His laugh was soft. “It’s one thing we get a lot of. The Poirni Master is not bad, and he looks after us pretty well. He would. As you’ll realise, he’s been one of us, so he knows what we get, and what it’s like to be unable to get any relief ourselves.”

“That bit is what worries me most,” I admitted. “I am told we can never release our cum.”

“We can, but only at the PM’s pleasure. They have a way of giving us the relief …” He paused. “He empties our balls three times a day. Without that, I think I’d have gone mad in my first few months …”

“How?” I asked. “I can’t even feel my cock in this thing!”

“That’s not really the metal casing that does that, it’s these.” He tapped his helmet, like mine, the shape of a glans penis. “They block the trigger to ejaculate, so you get all the stimulation, but cannot release your cum.” He chuckled. "But we do get something out of being fucked ..."

“So …” I frowned. “If the helmet blocks that, how does …?”

“You’ll see, he deactivates it briefly. It’s something to look forward to!” He laughed. “And, once you adjust to this, you soon find that we get our pleasure in a way much like a woman.” He grinned. “That bulk between your legs isn’t just an anchor for your organ!”