An unplanned life

Chapter 5

The Hubris of the Powerful

I did not have long to wait to test the recorders. The Prince Constanz and his retinue had booked me for a prolonged session just two days later. I activated the recorders as Janus had instructed, as soon as my wrists were released, disguising it as adjusting my breasts. As always, the prince and his retinue were creatively cruel in their use of me — and as loose tongued. They discussed matters of state and more, including a plot to cause embarrassment to another of the highest families. I could only hope Janus’ devices were recording it all.

At the behest of my original accuser they left me restrained in the inverting frame, face down and not only filled with their seed, but coated with it. He’d taken his final pleasure in fucking my mouth while the prince filled my butt. Neither of them has a particularly notable organ — in fact both are rather ordinary. I just hoped the recorders had captured everything said during their pleasure.

The PM retrieved me and ensured that I got refreshed, leaving me in our rest room. In my sexual haze I remembered to de-activate the recorders. 

The days flowed by. Sometimes the sex was good, sometimes indifferent and sometimes unpleasant. A bond developed between Tomaz, myself and the other two CRPs, both older than us and nearing the end of their sentences. Between us we befriended and comforted Seventeen who had learned that his father had no intention of redeeming him. In fact sought to use him as collateral for a new, and larger, debt.

I entered the restroom after my midday induced ejaculation, to find Seventeen sobbing, stripped of his usual codpiece pouch and restrained by a slave belt. That in itself was unusual, since normally our wrists are freed at the door. This is our space, the PM and his assistants never enter. 

“What is wrong, Seventeen — Alexei?” I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. I’d had a good morning, was feeling euphoric, and had just experienced one of the best ejaculations yet induced by the machine. It emboldened me. 

Raising his tear stained face, he stared at me for a moment.

“I’m sold. My father has sold me. Again. His debts are far too great.” He sucked a deep breath and shuddered. “I’m to be made like you — a Certified Restricted Poirnoi.”

“It’s not so bad, you know,” I said with all the experience of almost a year behind me.  In truth, my having decided to accept my fate, helped. The sex was not always pleasant, but I could endure it.

“So you say, but the contract of sale says I am to be taken to the extreme.” He sobbed. “I am to be made as you are.”

I was shocked. What had this youth done to deserve this? Putting an arm round his shoulders, I hugged him gently. “It isn’t as bad as you think.” Risking a punishment — denial of ejaculation for a day — I kissed his cheek. “Take a good look at my organ. Go on. What does it look like?”

“Beautiful,” he sighed. “But so long, and so thick …” He shivered and I looked down at his crotch and smiled. His slightly larger than normal cock was rigid. “And those breasts …”

“Then consider what you have to look forward to sporting, Alexei. There are very few of us modified and decorated to this extent,” I grinned at his surprise that I’d used his name. Cupping one of my small metal cupped breasts, I continued, “And I can tell you that a creative client can do things with these you wouldn’t believe. And then there’s the part between our legs …” Smiling, I hugged him again. “Do you know when you will be taken to start your Decoration?”   

“Yes. As soon as the PM returns with the Magisterial Order …” 

As he said this the door opened and the PM waved a paper.

“I have the Order, Seventeen.” He stopped as he saw me. A smile spread. “I’m glad it’s you, Poal,” he said quietly. “Yes, I do know your name. Alexei needs a little pleasure before he goes to modification. Give it to him. Give him something to remember and treasure.”

“With pleasure, PM,” I replied in surprise. This was forbidden, but now I was ordered to give a fellow Poirnoi sexual pleasure. Turning so I could face the shocked Seventeen-Alexei, I gripped his face, and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his willing mouth, pleased by his response. Then I spread his legs and knelt to take his penis in my mouth. With the PM’s permission I gave him exactly what I gave a favourite client, taking my time, savouring this illicit pleasure, enjoying controlling his cum until finally he was begging for release, and I brought him to a fabulous climax. I sucked his cum into my mouth, holding it there, savouring it and enjoying his post coital responses. Standing, and still with a good amount of cum in my mouth, I stood, gripped his head in my hands, and kissed him again, transferring some of his own cum into his mouth. “Welcome to our decorated world, Seventeen. We will take care of you and show you how to enjoy being a CRP.”

“Thank you,” he whispered. “When I am released from this … will you adopt me?”

“I can’t, as a certified restricted poirnoi I can never adopt you. I am restricted for life now in what I may do, employment, and even association with non-poirnoi who are not ‘family’, but I know people who can.” I kissed him again. “Besides, I have six years of my sentence still to serve. Who knows what will become of us in that time.” Lifting him to his feet, I said, “Now go. The PM has been very generous to us both. The process is a long one, and it starts with this.” I tapped my glans shaped helmet. “It makes the rest a lot easier.”

“Poal, your father is here to see you,” the PM smiled as he fitted the required slave belt and fastened my wrists to it. I had begun to worry that something had happened to my parent. “Thank you for your kindness to Alexei.” Fastening my wrists, he remarked. “Your family are very supportive. I hope you appreciate how fortunate you are.”

“I do, PM. I think I would have gone mad without it.” As I prepared to follow him to the room any ‘non-clients’ were allowed to meet us in, I said, “I pity Alexei and some of the others who have been rejected by family.”

“That’s what sets you apart, my friend. You care about your fellows. You accept your situation, and have the support of your family. You are lucky indeed — even though your cousins seem to be rather more interested in enjoying your assets.”

“Janus and I were occasional lovers — and still are. We may be again some day. His brother and our cousin …” I laughed. “They are always enjoyable, PM. And creative. The sessions with them are always a pleasure, just as they would be if I were not a CRP and free to engage with them at home.”

“As I said, you’re a lucky man.” The Master opened the door. “Your son, sir. You may release his wrists while you speak, but he must be secured if he leaves the room.”

“Thank you, Poirni Master.” He declared as the PM ushered me in and shut the door. My father turned and walked forward to greet me. Embracing me, he planted a kiss on each cheek. “You are well, Poal?”

“I am, father, and you and my brothers and sisters?” His embrace was firm and prolonged and I guessed was allowing the transfer of anything from my recorders to a receiver on his person. I have three brothers and two sisters, one of them lesbian, and one of my brothers, like me, a man-lover.

“They are well and send their greetings.” He said, then whispered, “The recorders have downloaded their record.” Releasing me, he smiled and asked. “Let me free your wrists from that belt. Your mother has sent a small treat for your anniversary and I will share it with you.”

“Thanks,” I smiled as he released my wrists from the slave belt, and we seated ourselves. “I count myself fortunate in my family, Father. Very fortunate. Our newest CRP is a young man whose parent sold him to be a certified restricted pornoi. He is still in development and feels keenly the lack of support. I do what I can, as does my friend Tomaz … but he feels it badly that his family betrayed him in this way.”

“Give me a name and who the debt holder was, if you can.” Sighing, my father shrugged, though his face was determined. “There is too much of this, my son. Ours has become a society in which the only ‘morality’ is to do whatever it takes to make sure you accumulate as much wealth and power as possible. Too many young men are being sentenced to this on pretexts because they stand in the way, or threaten the ambitions, of someone in the family.”

Opening the small case he’d brought with him, he smiled. “I have your PM’s approval to share this small feast with you. I have your favourite wine, and a selection of your favourite cakes and pastries. Any of those that remain when I leave you will be allowed to share with your fellows.”

“That’s generous of him.” I made a note that I would have to repay the PM when it suited him — a small price to pay for this precious moment with my parent.

The wine was nectar as were the cakes and pastries. I ate sparingly, determined to have as much as possible for my companions to enjoy. My father smiled as he carefully wrapped the remaining bounty for me as he prepared to depart. 

“I shall tell your mother that you enjoyed this to the full.” He embraced me again as the PM opened the door. “Poirni Master, thank you for your care of my son. He has some small tokens to share with his fellow inmates. Have I your permission to give them to him?”

“You do, sir.” The PM smiled. “I shall carry them for him and ensure those he shares them with enjoy them.”

My father left, giving me a light kiss, and I stood still as the Master secured my wrists again. 

“Master, thank you. Should you wish …” I hesitated, then said in a rush, “I want you to know that whatever you wish to do with me for this favour, I submit and offer willingly.” 

“Poal,” the PM paused his expression gentle. “Poal, I thank you. I know all too well how much it takes to say that. Now, let me take you to Alexei and Tomaz. You know that Sonan is due for release in two weeks? He has yet to find employment and will have only a few days in the release hostel to do so. He has no family to call on, which does not help his situation.” 

  “He has told us.” I smiled as we paused at the door of our rest room and waited to have my wrists freed and the belt removed. “I will speak to my cousin when he is here tomorrow. He may know of something.” Taking the carefully wrapped treats from him, I opened it and offered them. “Thank you, Master, for your generosity.”

He smiled. “Save them for your fellows, Poal. But thank you.”