An unplanned life

Chapter 12

Finding ways to survive

As luck would have it, my uncle visited the night we Poirnoi began helping our ‘keepers’ keep our Poirneria open. He was accompanied by a body guard and Janus. They’d been surprised when I arrived to meet them unrestrained.

I explained the problem and our solution, “But the real problem is that we cannot get sufficient food. We’re safe enough here, and have reliable guards, but the Pourni Master has already been forced to buy what he can get on credit.”

My uncle frowned, then said, “Fetch the PM.”

I did so, and when I returned with him, Janus was instructed to take me to another room. At his suggestion I took him to a client suite, he’d asked the PM for permission for this, and got it. Turning to him, I grinned, standing close and caressing his chest. 

“Will you do something for me, Janus? I’ve not been fucked for two days, and I need a good dose of cum …”

“Gladly, Poal.” Slipping his arms round me, he offered a kiss. “How would you like me to service you?”

“I would like you to use my pussy, but if you’d prefer …” 

“No, this is your choice, my beloved cousin.” He had his jacket and shirt off quickly, and his boots followed, then his trousers. “And now, Poal, what is most comfortable, and most stimulating for you?”

“Let’s use the couch here. You can take me from in front, my dear cousin. I’d prefer to be taken by you like a woman, face to face, …” I grinned, thrusting my twelve inch imprisoned member toward him. “This rather gets in the way like that, so be careful. We won’t have much time … don’t waste it.” I kissed him. “I need it badly.” 

 He gave me a beautiful fucking. We’d have repeated it, but the PM found us, looking flustered, relieved and pleased. While Janus dressed, he explained that my uncle proposed supplying what the Poirnerium needed and had agreed to cover the marketeer's bill. It came with strings, but the PM refused to reveal what these were. Telling me to remain in the suite, he took Janus back to my uncle.

“It seems your familias has power, Poal. Your uncle says he will arrange for this house to receive all we need until the unrest is resolved.” Studying me for a moment, he smiled. “You are remarkable. You have suffered every injustice, and every abuse, yet you think first of your fellows, and not of yourself.”

“Not true, PM.” I laughed. “If this place were to be closed, where would I be sent? Where would Alexei be sent? Here, I am among friends. Elsewhere?”

“I hadn’t thought …” He saw my smile. “How can I repay you?”

I held up the blind hood. 

“You could put me in this, restrain me on this couch, and give me a dose of your cum, then send some of the unrestricted Poirnoi to unload their cum into me … Tell them it is a token of my promise for their help.” I chuckled. “I meant it when I said earlier that I’m suffering withdrawal … and they need relief as well.”

He laughed. “I’d have to punish you tomorrow …”

“I accept, PM.” I handed him the hood. I got what I wanted, and eventually went to my cell, satisfied, cum oozing from my butt and my stomach full of it. Ten loads of cum in my pussy and another ten in my mouth made any punishment something to look forward to.  I fell asleep savouring the relief that came with being full of the hormones the cum triggered in me.

My uncle set things in train very rapidly. In the mid-afternoon the Poinerium’s larder filled with fresh produce from his farm. Strapped into the bondage throne, gagged and plugged, I learned of this when Alexei was sent to feed me through the gag. 

“The PM says we are safe for now, and your uncle has ensured supplies will continue.” He smiled. “The un-Restricteds have been instructed to give us their cum, and talk of how amazing having you submitted to them was …” He bent his face to mine, kissed my cheeks, the muzzle covering my mouth, and then sucked my teats, before kneeling and applying his mouth to my metal covered glans. He grinned as he stood, savouring my precum. “I have the PM’s permission for that, and his promise that the day you are released, he will reward you by placing me in your favourite bondage suite entirely at your use for the day.”

Touching my breasts with his metal entombed cock, he said, “I can’t wait.”

When he had gone, the PM entered, and seated himself opposite. Smiling, he said, “You were right, your fellow CRPs needed servicing, and the un-Restricteds are delighted to provide it.” His smile became wicked. “So a little reward for you, Poal. The plug in your pussy is a vibrator. I know you enjoy that, so I’m going to release you from the throne, dress you in a bondage suit and send you to the Recreation Room so they can thank you personally by triggering it at intervals.”

It was a relief to be released from the throne, but the bondage suit was almost as restrictive. The URs had evidently been prepared for this, and the vibrator certainly got regular activation. There was a sense that things had changed dramatically, and not just for us.

“Good news, Poal,” Alexei confided as he released me from my ‘punishment’ in the evening. “Agar sent a message. Mede’s embassy has been successful, and they will return home soon.”

“Thanks be for that.” Smiling, I said, “Kiss me, then I can go and shower.” He obliged, giving me a long and very loving kiss. As I moved to take my ablutions, I asked, “Do we have any clients yet? Or is it still uncertain in the streets?”

“No clients, and it may well be ‘uncertain’ as there is a curfew declared from nine in the evening until seven in the morning.” His gesture as he gathered the bondage suit was resigned. “Our busiest time. And there are new guards on the streets enforcing it.”

It was, therefore, a surprise to be summoned by the PM a bare hour later and told my mystery clients required my services at nine thirty!

As was now the routine I was restrained, enclosed in the sensory deprivation hood and left alone. There seemed to be more of them this time, though I could not be sure, and it was a very long session even though I was tired. I did my best and seemed to satisfy everyone, and when taken back to my cell, I slept until late.

“Poal, you have a visitor.” The PM ushered me to the visitor room and announced, “Your son, sir.”

“Father?” I smiled as we embraced. I hoped the recorders had something useful on them, though I had long suspected that my mystery visitors were rather more than simply members of one or more of the senatorial families. “I am told Mede is returning, but we are also under a curfew here. What is happening?”

“A great deal, Poal. More than we dared hope. It is a revolution in one sense, the people are demanding a say in how they are governed, and an end to the ‘right’ to seats in the Parliament for the senatorial families. They have abused their status for far too long, but are not giving it up without a fight.”

“We hear rumours here, not so much now because …” I shrugged. “Uncle Mira has arranged to supply the Poirnerium with food, we were in difficulty. With no clients for most of us, the Master had not the means to buy it …”

“I know.” My father studied me for a moment. “Payment, was, of course a consideration.” He smiled. “We think we have satisfactory arrangement with the House. And I am told that you have persuaded your fellow inmates to help in the running of the place.”

“It seemed sensible.” I shrugged. “Not all of them are under sentence, many, like Alexei, are subject to debt contracts. We all have expertise in fields besides our sexual attributes.”

“Quite so.” My father’s smile appeared. “You have more than proved yourself, my son.” He hesitated. “Your sentence was for seven years, you have now served five years and nine months of it. Alexei was sold to cover a large debt to the Ventura family, and should be redeemed after seven years — in some three years time. It won’t be, it cannot be — his father is dead, his entire family disgraced. Did you know he is of the Sardis Familias, a branch of the Constanz? No, I can see you did not. They were allied with the Constanz, the Ventura and the Melita.”

"He is related to the Constanz?" Shocked, I blurted out, “It doesn't matter! This betrayal will destroy him, father! I cannot accept my freedom if he will not have his!”

He held up a hand. “I have our lawyers working on a solution. His deed of sale was assigned to the owners of this place. There may be a way to recover it.” Taking my shoulders, he held my gaze. “Poal, as you know, we are a large family, and though we have enough, and have gained a little from this conflict, we are not that rich, but we now have a large credit with this house — one it will take them several years to repay. We will find a way to obtain his release.”