An unplanned life

Chapter 1

Injustice Inflicted

“There, it is complete. Bring him back in seven days for confirmation it has bonded properly and I will certify him.” The Dungeonsmith smiled. “His organ is magnificent and will attract much attention, but is now only of use to a male lover — and of no use to him.”

“Thank the smith, boy,” my master clapped a hand on my shoulder. “He has turned your member into a work of art.”

“Thank you, Master Smith,” I managed, my eyes on my now rigid penis, the head encased in shiny metal, and the shaft encased in the same and decorated by a pattern of vine leaves attached to the shield at my pubis and beneath that the shining metal globe encasing my scrotum. The thin bands that secured it all in place, and rendered it impossible to remove, rose from the shield and looped over my hips to join behind my back where they were joined by the metal bands that flowed from the metal shield covering my now very bulky perineum from the moulded rigid form encasing my scrotum. The bands lifted my butt cheeks and fastened to the waist band in a manner similar to a jock strap. These bands, were, again, ‘living’ metal, and self adjust to my position, always remaining taut, and never allowing the rigid covers to separate from my organs.

My penis had been specially enlarged, but was now little more than an ornament on me. It’s size, the bulk between my legs and the rigidity of my scrotum in its metal prison changed the way I walked. Nor was it the only part of me so decorated. My nipples had also been enlarged, giving me small shapely breasts. These were similarly decorated with large, shiny, decorated discs crowning the living metal ‘cups’ moulded to my breasts through which my thick nipple teats protruded, and my head was encased in a metal simulacrum of my glans. Broad metal cuffs enclosed my wrists and similar cuffs covered my lower legs from ankle to calf. Street slippers on my feet suggested I would be required to walk some distance from the court and prison building. 

“He’ll be popular in the Poirnoirium.” The Dungeon smith laughed. “I’ll certify his decorations in seven days. In the meantime he should be just for display. It takes a day or two for the metal to bond properly to his genitals.”

“I must say he looks fantastic, exactly what I’d hoped he’d look like.” My master indicated I should kneel. “Give the Smith head, boy. He’s earned the best you can give.”

“Yes, Master.” 

The Smith smelled eager, and his cock, freed from his codpiece, was clean. Like mine it had no prepuce, and it was, like mine, modified, standing straight before him, thick and hard. I gave him a good ejaculation, then followed my Master out into the street, obedient on the end of my lead, my wrists attached to my waist with short chains and trying to not react to the ribald comments of the throng as I was paraded through the market and then through the streets leading to the brothel in which I could now expect to spend my sentence.  

How had this come about? 

It pays to not offend, or cause offence, to a member of the Senatorial Class — even unwittingly. In some of the high familias, a youth identified as a potential breeder, especially if from a junior branch, ran the risk of being condemned to the life of a certified restricted poirnoi to remove him as a threat to someone else’s claim to be the heir and chosen breeder of the familias. 

As a servant of the Familias Constanz, I was no such threat, being both a man-lover and a non-breeder from a familias with no senatorial pretensions. My mistake was in rejecting the advances of a favoured son of the family, an individual I found unattractive. Under Stewards in the employ of such a family are vulnerable, and he’d attempted to take what he wanted. I had been provoked into resistance, and fallen into the trap. 

My family is not wealthy, but comfortably placed, and had worked hard to pay for my schooling and tertiary education. I hade found employment in the senatorial family’s retinue as an under-steward. There I had caught the eye of a junior member of the family, and though I am a man-lover, his advances were crude and his person did nothing to attract me. Besides, one, such as myself, must always be cautious of such liaisons, especially if the elders of the family are intolerant of liaisons with employees.

He had pressed me, eventually forcing himself upon me with the aid of two companions, and I had fought back. My punishment had not been long delayed. I’d been arrested at home, that same day, and placed before the Magistrate immediately.

“You are sentenced to seven years in a Poirnerium as a Certified and Restricted Poirnoi.” 

A Certified Poirnoi is one sentenced by a court, or sold, to a Poirnerium, for a maximum of seven years, though this can be further extended by a court or a further Bill of Sale. There are some protections for how an unrestricted Poirnoi may be modified, and they enjoy some freedom of association. A Certified Restricted Poirnoi is physically modified according to the instruction of the court, or their Bill of Sale, and is confined to the Poirnerium for their full sentence. The 'restriction' is to his ability to ejaculate -- he cannot under any sexual activity with a client. Their association is also strictly limited to that involving paying clients and direct family, though they may, at the discretion of the Poirnerium Master, or PM, be allowed to mingle with unrestricted poirnoi, but may not engage in any thing beyond simple converse.

I attempted to protest. It was pointless, as it gave the magistrate an excuse to be vindictive. It got me gagged and it made my sentence worse. A Certified Restricted Pornoi gets his penis modified, and then decorated with ‘living’ metal which renders it insensitive and unable to ejaculate, in essence it is nothing more than an ornament, proclaiming the poirnoi an object to be used and his body enjoyed by others while he is deprived of the pleasure of relief. 

The thing about ‘living metal’ is that it can be extremely rigid and render the skin it covers completely insensitive, or as flexible as your own flesh and once bonded to a person, becomes a part of him. Removal is a difficult and specialised process. A Certified Restricted Poirnoi gets a special headpiece that controls him, but essentially they are only able to be fucked or to suck another man’s cock. It is said that most Restricted Poirnoi go mad with the sexual stimulation and total inability to achieve an ejaculation himself, even when stimulated past the point he should.

“Let his genitals be enlarged and adjusted.” The Magistrate stared at me and smiled malignantly. “To the maximum.” He added, his tone malicious. “And give him the nipples of a woman, to be decorated.” I felt my blood turn cold. The Magistrate clearly intended that I could never again enter any ‘normal’ society. His sentence meant that I should always be a freak even after my sentence was served. “The Poirni Master may make additional modifications to him if he so desires.” He paused. “I endorse it.” Addressing me directly he added, “You will learn your place in society, and to render what is due to your superiors. Take him away and fit the control helm.” The gavel struck once, and the warders seized my arms and manhandled me down to the undercroft. 

Here I was stripped, my head shaved and an unguent coating applied to my head and body. Once this was wiped, and then washed, away every vestige of hair everywhere on my body was gone, including my head. Then, with my arms secured to a wide rubber slave belt at my waist I was led to the Dungeon smith’s workshop and placed in rigid upright stocks. 

“Do not resist, my friend.” The smith was a burly man, and judging by the manner his leather breeches were provided with a very prominent codpiece, evidently himself once subjected to the same treatment. “I must build a new head on you, and give you a metal face. Once the helmet is fitted and melded to you, it will make you always submissive, always amenable.” He smiled a touch sadly. “It is not unpleasant.” 

With that he began to apply a thick paste to my now bald head, and then applied a thin film-like material that adhered to it and moulded exactly to my skull and face. At points on my temples and around my cranium he placed metal contacts, and then covered the underlay material with thin, very flexible living metal. Satisfied eventually with the covering of my face, he began to fit the thing he called the ‘helmet’.

Placing a mirror in front of me, he said, “Behold your new head and face.”

I stared, and felt the anger in me surge. My head was now shiny metal, and the shape of my circumcised glans. I recognised it instantly as I am endowed with a particularly large a shapely ‘head’ to my penis. I wanted to curse him, the noble family, the magistrate … and suddenly I was calm. Accepting of my fate.

“Thank you, Master Smith,” I said meekly, all resistance gone out of me.

These helmets have several functions, and are fitted to Certified Restricted Poirnoi for a reason. They modify our hormonal balances and reinforce our response to male sexual pheromones. The hormonal changes give us a more female response to sex, and raising our desire for it, and the pheromones make us receptive only to male lovers. It also controls our emotions, keeping us docile and submissive. There is another function. The helmet actively blocks our ejaculatory response, so we can reach that peak of stimulation in which we should ejaculate, but cannot.  

Freed from the stocks I was now taken to a second chamber.

“The new Certified Restricted Poirnoi candidate, doctor.”

“Good.” The ‘doctor’ studied me for a moment. “Place him on the couch and secure him. The Magistrate has ordered he is to receive extreme modification.”

The men placed me on a strange couch and strapped me to it.

“Now then, Poirnoi. Your penis is to be enlarged and rendered solid. For you an erection will simply mean your organ becoming harder and more sensitive. It will not be flexible in that state, and not much different when not.” He paused. “The process is not reversible, so even when your sentence is complete your penis will proclaim your status as a former Poirnoi.” He touched the helmet. “And after seven years in this, your hormonal system will not revert, it will remain a hybrid balance of male and female.” He paused. “It affects the rate at which you age physically, so you will remain, in appearance, and physically, the age you are now for a very long time. Your need for daily sexual activity will be high and your pheromonal responses, drawing you to men sexually, will be permanent — as will your taste for the sexual fetishes you CRPs are subjected to in the Poirneria.”

I felt the anger rising again, and as swiftly subside. Meekly, I heard myself saying, “Yes, Doctor. I understand this.”

“Good. Now your nipples are to be enlarged as well, it will mean you have small breasts. This is unusual, but you will adjust to it. They will be shapely and firm and quite obvious. A Restricted Pornoi cannot use his male organ as it will be rendered insensitive, however, your nipples may give you some compensation, and you will find anal intercourse extremely stimulating in future.” He smiled. “You must really have angered the Familias Constans.” He examined my penis and my scrotum. “The enlarging process is uncomfortable and takes some time, but I will make it as gentle as possible for you.”

He wasn’t wrong about it being uncomfortable. The injections were the very least of it. Then he fitted a tight rubber sleeve to my erection, and secured the whole inside a device the stretched me painfully holding my penis rigid before me. The injections into my nipples were mild by comparison.

“This will be adjusted regularly and you will receive daily injections.” He nodded to the attendants. “Release him and take him to the Visitation Booth. His parent wishes to see him. When he has done so, place him in the resting tube.”

My father’s anger when he saw me was palpable, but he knew it was better to control it and keep his thoughts to himself, though we were apparently alone and unobserved. Instead he spoke of my enduring the punishment stressing the family and talking of how the family would support me through it. I understood him — he wanted revenge on the Familias Constanz.

“I shall survive this, Father. I will adjust to it. This is my own fault, I would not wish to see anyone in our familias suffer because of me.” I hoped he would do nothing that would bring worse on the family, the Familias Constanz was powerful and very well connected. They were also, as witness my plight, extremely vengeful.

“Have no fear, my son. But I will find a way to avenge this. You did not deserve this abuse.” 

“Do nothing that endangers our family on my behalf, father,” I said, touching his hand. “This is my burden. I am a man-lover as you know. I will learn to live like this, and I do not want anyone else in the family to suffer this or worse on my behalf.”

“You did not deserve this, Poal.” Gripping my hands with his, he struggled with his emotions. “I will do everything the law allows me to do to support you through this, my son.” The pressure on my hand warned me he believed we were being monitored. “I will visit you regularly as is allowed, and if I cannot, one of your brothers or cousins will. You will not be abandoned by us, no matter what they do to you.”

“Thank you, father,” was all I could say, my heart breaking at his evident distress. All too soon, he was gone, and my gaolers were restraining me and leading me to my cell.

The weeks that followed were worse. As well as the modification of my genitals, I endured an intense ‘body sculpting’ that developed my musculature to classic proportions, and it was made plain that I would be required to maintain this throughout my sentence. And the modification of my genitals was extremely unpleasant. At first the area between my legs became swollen and tender. 

The tenderness subsided quickly, but the swelling remained, gradually becoming more solid and  quite bulky between my scrotum, also larger, and my anus, now bracketed by twin ridges of flesh.as the changes to my penis took hold. My penis became painful and the ‘head’ swollen. Then it grew longer, and fatter, and the head grew in proportion, becoming more defined. As it grew, it became heavier and thicker and very uncomfortable. Locked into a sort of cage that covered my crotch, I was forbidden to touch, my hands were locked into metal globes to ensure I could not. 

At intervals an ejaculation was induced in me and that was always followed by more injections directly into my organ. It grew heavier and longer by the day, and more solid, eventually there was no discernible difference between my aroused state and when not. It stood stiff and rigid before me as if permanently aroused, a little over a foot in length, it’s girth matching, and the ‘head’ wide, shapely and flared — a source of some pride for the Poirni Master who declared it would be a source of incredible stimulation to any client, and draw a lot of attention. 

“It’s a feature many impose on those they wish to remove as breeders,” he told me, laughing. "Too large for a female to accept."

That had been the signal to complete my ‘decoration’. My enlarged nipples and the small breasts pushing them forward had received their metallic decoration a few days before, and now it was time for my penis and scrotum to receive their living metal coating and be rendered unusable … 

With my face coated in a mirror coating of living metal and the helmet now permanently melded to my head that gave it the appearance of the naked glans of an erect penis, my rigid giant penis in its restrictive casing of living metal, my breasts cupped by it, and my chiselled masculine physique contrasting with them, I was finally complete. There could now never be a return to anything like my former life. Even once my sentence expired, I would continue to carry this freakish penis and the breasts, I would always be hairless, hormonally neither male nor female, and permanently sexually aroused.