An unplanned life

Chapter 10

Bending the Rules

Alexei was uncertain at first, but soon succumbed to my response to his efforts. I laughed as he used his metal coated cock to stimulate me.

“Yes, Alexei. Yes, now I know what I can look forward to once we are married.” I stopped, gasping and shuddering, as he triggered an amazing orgasm. “I l-o-o-ove you, my darling, and I will try to extend my sentence so we can both be released together and married in this place.” I shuddered through a multiple orgasm. “Say you will marry me, my love, and take this moment as my first gift to my beloved, our betrothal …”

He was at my head in a moment. Gripping my helmet, he smiled, tears of joy streaming down his metal covered face. 

“Yes, my love. Yes, I will marry you. Yes, I want to be your lover, your partner …” Our mouths met in a kiss that carried all our desires, and all our passion. “I long for the day we can exchange our cum as lovers and life partners.”

“Your punishment will begin immediately,” the PM announced softly as he entered. “For now, congratulations to you both. Alexei, stand against the wall while I secure you.” He fitted my lover into a strait jacket identical to the one I wore, then fastened a hobble chain to his ankles. With that done, he released me from the stocks and refastened my arms in the strait jacket, then fitted hobble chains to my ankles. “Follow me, you’ll spend the night together restrained where you can see and speak to each other but not touch.” He winked. “That comes tomorrow.”

Neither of us slept much. It is difficult to do so when you are seated on a large dildo plug and strapped into a bondage throne. Especially when your lover is directly opposite you and in the same position. Just as well that we had a lot to say to one another. We used the time alone to good purpose.

Our punishment in the morning was ‘creative’, and, at least for a while, enjoyable. The PM made us face each other, then secured us together with our penises strapped together. With both of us in strait jackets and hobbled, he placed us in the glass enclosure in the entrance foyer, then, used a double gag to give us the semblance of a prolonged kiss. We attracted a lot of attention … 

Our relationship had been speculated upon by the rest of the poirnoi and our fellow CRPs for a while I discovered. We received a stream of teasing congratulations as our fellow inmates entered or left the recreation room.

“We all thought you were trying not to show it, Poal.” Tomaz grinned over the rim of his mug. “It was completely out of character when you let your guard down and proclaimed it in so spectacular a manner.”

“Maybe not so much out of character,” I retorted. “Now you all know. I love Alexei and plan to marry him as soon as we can.” Pausing, I asked, “What about you? Have you never loved anyone? Have you considered asking anyone once you’re released?”

“Maybe,” he replied. “First I have to get through these last couple of months.” Smiling, he explained, “I have an offer of a familias, a home and employment — thanks to you. Once I am settled, I hope to share a dream …”

“And who is the man lucky enough to be your intended?” I asked.

“I will say only that you know him, but that he has never been a client of mine.” Tomaz grinned. “He comes regularly, and I have been forced to know him only through you.”

“Mede?” I asked.

“Not Mede,” he grinned mischievously. “And more I will not say at this point. I’ve no wish to jinx my hopes.”

These mysterious sessions in which I was never permitted to see the client became a regular event, and I was always rewarded by being allowed intimacy with Alexei, though this was confined to being allowed to spend time together in the visitor room in strait jackets. My father’s visits were less regular, but one of my brothers, or an uncle, visited me regularly, always the day after one of my sessions with the mystery visitors, but at other times as well. None ever told me what the recorders were revealing, nor was there much news of Mede and the embassy he was part of.

Then two of the senatorial Familias fell into open war. It quickly escalated and families like mine found themselves either bound to some allegiance, or, like mine, trying to maintain neutrality. My father had been very shrewd it seemed. He’d used our illicitly gained information wisely, taking care never to reveal the source of his knowledge, and, by careful use of family members, acquaintances, servants and other businessmen, ensured the source of any information could not be traced. By shrewd promises of neutrality he had managed to ensure that our family, and those closely allied to us, had no obligations that could be used to draw us into the conflicts. 

“You are well out of this, Poal,” my uncle told me on his latest visit. “The Constanz Familias is paying a heavy price for their abuses, and so are the others, especially those who tied themselves to the Constanz star!” He smiled thinly. “The Theophilis Familias has strengthened their position, with many progressive alliances, and speak of wanting to change the manner in which we are governed — and they have considerable support among the populace.”

“How does all this affect Mede?” The news of the Theophilus Familias was intriguing. The oldest of the noble families, they had always stood apart from the politics of the senate, and were powerful and wealthy enough to make a very dangerous enemy. Now, if what my uncle was saying could be interpreted, they were emerging from this aloof isolation.  

“He is well protected, Poal. Better protected than any of us, including you.” My uncle smiled. “Janus and Demos tell me you intend to formalise a partnership with a fellow CRP when you are released?”

“Yes. His name is Alexei, and I am hoping to remain here until his sentence is finished.” I shrugged. “He has a little more than year longer than I to serve, but after seven years, another will be no hardship for me.”

“Perhaps.” He studied me. “You must really love this Alexei to be willing to delay your own release.” Moving close, he embraced me. “Janus has told me this, and we will have to see what may be arranged if you are still of this mind in two years time, Poal. Much is changing, and it may be that something else can be arranged for you.” Stepping back, he added, “I must go. Be assured of our affection and our support. I must fetch Tomaz a week from today.” He laughed. “We are having to restrain Agar.”

“So he is Tomaz’s mystery love!” I laughed, accepted his kiss and let him restrain my arms. “I wish them both every joy!”