An unplanned life

Chapter 13

A Society in Flux

Demand for our services remained low, and for CRPs, always rich men’s toys, almost nothing. For our unrestricted friends, there was some demand, but not as much as before. The deliveries of food and other supplies were adequate, but not unlimited. I wondered how my family managed to keep up the supply. Even so, we managed better in some ways than those outside our ‘cloistered’ community. 

“There’s a rumour that a group of the Constanz Familias have been captured attempting to raise a militia to return and overthrow the new regime.” Condoin told me. “A client told me this morning, he seemed to think they will be tried for treason.” He laughed. “It gives me some satisfaction to hear that the darling of the Venturas was taken by raiders from Orcadus, and is now serving in the Seraph’s bordello!”

“What’s the source of that?” The Orcadian Seraph’s ‘service’ was reputed to be far harsher than our CRP regime. The technology used by our courts for modifying CRPs came, in part, from there …

“From me,” the voice had me on my feet.

“Mede!” I turned and embraced my brother. “But why are you still ..?”

“Because I swore to remain like this until you were released and, anyway,  my work for the embassy is not yet finished. Now they tell me that you will not accept your freedom until Alexei is released.” Mede laughed and embraced me. “Oh well, I’m used to it now, and it’s not so bad being this sexual object of desire …”

“But the embassy is returned, and father says it was a success.”

“It is returned, but our work is not complete.” Releasing me, he eyed Condoin. “As my brother isn’t introducing us, I’m Mede, and before you ask, I chose to become as he is — for the chance to be part of ‘matters of state’ as the ambassador calls them.” He grinned. “All I can say is that it involves a lot of sex for me!” 

His wink to me and glance at his breasts enlightened me. So he was also fitted with recorders.

“Condoin is my name -- Con to my friends. As you have guessed, an outlander family, sentenced to this existence by an accusation levelled by the Ventura pup now in Orcadian service.” Condoin grinned. “You chose to become a CRP?”

“I did. I couldn’t leave my older brother to have all the fun,” Mede joked. Taking a seat next to mine, he asked, “How goes it, Poal? Father says it has been difficult here in the Mother city, and that the custom here for your special services is all but vanished.”

“It is, though we have some clients still.” I shrugged. “It has created some problems for us all, we CRPs in particular, but Con and his fellows provide what we need.”

“Your brother is generous. He and his fellow CRPs have taken on a lot of work despite their ‘handicap’, and they encourage the rest of us, offering us the relief and support we need and crave when we’re low …”

I stopped him. “As you’ve discovered, Mede, we CRPs need regular sex — lot’s of it. Con and his fellows provide it for us, and we are grateful.”

“Music to my ears,” Mede replied. “It’s a full day since my last … Must I seek permission, or can I simply invite you to make use of my pussy, Con?”

“We’d best ask the PM,” Con replied, laughing. “I would be delighted to provide what you need.” Standing, he said, “Come, I know where he is, and we’ll get his permission.” 

Mede wasn’t long in the Poirnerium, just a matter of days. Then, once again wearing the strange rubber suit, he was gone. It didn’t escape my notice that he took longer to make his farewells with Condoin, than with me. I too had a reason to be brief, my mystery clients required my services and I had to be prepared starting just after his departure. The Poineria has several entrances, and Mede, in his new role, used one I didn’t know. 

My father and family always came and went through the main entrance, taking care to be seen as clients, as befitted the normal custom for such places. The URs used a private entrance to one side that appeared to be a separate building, and then, of course, there was the kitchen entrance. Some of our high ranking clients, however, arrived through a very private entrance I had never seen, and this, I assumed, was the one my brother had used. 

This night I was prepared with care, hooded, gagged and restrained, I waited for the clients lost in my private world with my raging libido. They came after a lengthy wait, and made very good use of me. As on the last occasion there were more than two, though I ‘recognised’ them by the shape and taste of their penises. It was a long session, and they changed my position and my restraints several times.

“You’ve earned an extra inducing this night, Poal,” the Master told me as he removed the hood. “I’ll take you to the inducer immediately, and tomorrow you can rest.”

“Thanks, Master,” I responded, licking cum from my face. I needed a good ejaculation, my libido had been pushed to the highest I could recall, and my cock desperately wanted the release a good ejaculation gives. “I think my balls are ready to explode … Tonight there was at least one that stimulated me beyond what even my cousin Agar does to me.”

He smiled, helping me stand, “Then we’d best not waste any time!”

Strapping me to the inducer, the PM whispered, “May I …?”

“Of course, Master, but gag me please or I may be noisy …” I giggled. “Why do you ask? You know I enjoy this and give it to you willingly.”

“Because, Poal, I know what it is to be in your position and to have no choice. If you say no, I will not take what is not given freely.”

“Master, you have always been good to me. I give this freely and would do so even if I were not still under my sentence.”

Kissing my cheek, he slipped a muzzle into place and secured it. His rigid nine inch penis slipped into my well lubricate and cum filled butt and he began to gently fuck me. He started the inducer on it’s lowest setting increasing it slowly until I ejaculated, then slowed it, maintaining the stimulation and the slow fuck in my rear. He judged it nicely, dialling up the stimulation when he judged from my response that I was ready, and give me a second monumental cum that coincided with his own. It was as well I’d asked for the muzzle …

Then he walked me back to my cell room and, after making me comfortable on the sleeping couch, bent, kissed me tenderly, and left me to sleep. I dreamed of Alexei and of walking on a seashore, hand in hand with him, naked, free and never to be parted …

I woke, briefly when Janus, dressed as an unrestricted poirnoi kissed my mouth gently. He grinned, “Go back to sleep Poal. I’ve retrieved your recordings. Now sleep.”

I was puzzled, it seemed I’d dreamed this later when I awoke, but he’d left a note from Tomaz and Agar. It made me laugh, and I destroyed it carefully.

The next months were unremarkable, though the 'secret' clients came regularly, as did my cousins and my parent. Events moved rapidly now, and thanks to a slow increase in demand for our services, we were busy enough, though there was a definite sense that things had changed, and for the better.

I was relaxing in the Recreation Room after a disappointing session with a rather clumsy client, when the PM arrived at the door looking flustered.

“Poal, come quickly, you have visitors and they must not be kept waiting.” He looked around. “Where’s Alexei?”

“In the display case, Master.” The question surprised me, the PM must be worried if he could forget that Alexei was on display at the entrance.

“Damn. Very well I’ll have to fetch him … No,” he summoned Condoin. “Con, fetch Alexei. Bring him to the preparation room and wait with him. I will find you there as soon as I’ve delivered Poal.”

“What’s happened, Master?” I asked as he hustled me to a preparation chamber. “Why am I required? And why Alexei?”

“Your parent is here. But he’s not alone.” The Master seemed very nervous. “Your mystery users are with him, and a man I know only by reputation …” He stopped. “They have your brother with them, and another said to be the right hand of him who commands your presence.”

The door opened and a guard emerged. “This is the one?”

“It is he. Poal by name, son of Phillip of the Donau Familias.”

“Good.” The guard beckoned. “Come.”

Now thoroughly worried, I followed and entered a large and well appointed suite I’d not seen in my six and a half years in this Poirneria. The guard indicated where I must stand and I found myself facing a semi-circle of seated men. My father stood to one side, and Mede stood behind the man seated beside the central figure. Mede grinned, and my father looked nervous, though he tried to hide it. A glance at the seated men suggested that three of the four could have been my mystery clients, and the man in front of Mede must be ‘his’ ambassador. 

The man at the centre wore a well tailored suit and carried himself, even seated, in a military manner, clearly used to command and obedience. He studied me and smiled.

“You have served this city well, Poal.” The voice was rich and clear. “I am told you suggested the way to your father that might keep your family safe from the schemes that brought us to the late civil war.” He watched my reaction as I glanced at my parent. 

“I did, sir.” It took a moment to find my voice fully.

“You knew that, had these recorders been detected, your very life might have been forfeit?”

“Yes, sir, but I knew my father needed to be warned of what was afoot, and couldn’t rely on just my memory.” Deciding to be blunt about it, I explained, “When we are enjoyed by a client, sir, they often think we are dumb, blind and stupid — just there to be used by them. The stimulation we get, while it will not bring us to any climax, induces a state of arousal that is … distracting. So I suggested that if some recorder that could not be detected was installed on my person, and the recordings retrieved … It would enable my father to take steps to protect our family.”

“You did not think he would use it to gain revenge for your state?”

“I did think he might, sir.” I shrugged and smiled. “I knew I took a risk, and that I would be severely punished if discovered, but,” I shrugged, “once you are as severely modified as this, and a fully Certified Restricted Poirnoi, there are only two things can happen — kill us, or sentence us to a double term. I knew he would be careful of who he disclosed anything to, sir. He is my parent, and a man of great integrity — unlike those that put me here, or many of those who use us and treat us as objects.”

Behind the ‘Prince’ — I guessed his rank by the deference accorded him — Mede smiled and signalled subtly that I should continue to answer frankly.

“You have a loyal son, Phillip of Donau.” The smile bestowed on my father was warm. He glanced behind him, and added, “Two in fact.” He turned to me again. “As it happened, your father brought the recordings to my brother, and he sent them to me. The information we gained through you enabled me to take action to put an end to the ambitions of those who saw our city and our people as merely a source for the increase of their own wealth. It is now at an end, and I have taken steps to ensure it cannot arise again — at least in this generation.”

“May I ask, sir, why I was not permitted to see the men who came to use me so regularly? From the fact that every time they visited, I was visited by a member of my family the very next day, I think I was being used as an intermediary to pass on information.”

“You may, and you have asked.” He laughed. “Your father said you would work out what was happening.” He paused, glancing at his companions. “We were unsure who could be trusted, and we knew that these gentlemen were being watched, so we devised a scheme that ensured the messenger and the receiver of the message never met. They visited you, recorded the messages, and these were retrieved by your family, and passed by them to others, who brought the information to the intended recipient.” He laughed. “You, my intelligent CRP Poal, were key to the success of our campaign to save our city.”

“Thank you, sir.” 

“As a reward, Poal son of Phillip of Donau, I am remitting the remainder of your sentence. Tonight you are a free man, no longer a CRP. You will be relieved of your restrictions, and may return to your family.” He held up a hand as I made to speak. “There is more. We cannot reverse what has been done to you, but I can compensate you, at least in part. You have a friend who is very precious to you. You have stated that you wish to remain a CRP until you can both be free.” Taking a paper from the man next to him, he continued. “Alexei, son of Kyril of Pern of the Familias Sardis-Constanz, was sold for his parent’s debt. It has not been repaid, but the credit holder is now himself attainted, so I confer upon you, the ownership of Alexei and the debt.” 

He handed me the paper. For a moment I stared at it, noting the names, then I said, “Sir, Alexei is of the Familias Constanz?”

“He is.” The Prince studied me.

“I cannot accept this, sir. I cannot accept ownership of the man I love.” Meeting the Prince’s gaze, I continued, “His family have abused him as they abused me. I cannot further that abuse by accepting ownership of him, especially as he is of that Familias. It will be said that I do so in revenge, and I do not want that.”

“Your father warned me you might feel this way.” The Prince laughed. “I will not take back what I have given, and you cannot simply destroy it either.” His smile challenged me. “Thus, the decision is yours, as to what you choose to do with this gift. You own Alexei. What will you do with him?” Signalling a guard, he said, “You may tell him yourself.”

“Sir, you say I cannot, lawfully, simply destroy this?” Behind him Mede appeared concerned, and now Alexei was brought in and placed next to me.

“Alexei, son of Kyril, you stand next to the man who now owns your bond. He is a freeman, you are in his ownership. What do you say to him?”

“That I will serve him gladly.” Alexei turned to me. “I could not wish for a better owner, sir.”

I thought furiously as he said it.

“Sir, is it lawful for me to make a gift of this bond to someone else?”

“It is.” The Prince watched me, a strange smile on his face.

“Then I give Alexei, son of Kyril of Pern, of the Family Sardis-Constanz, this bond of servitude as a Certified Restricted Poirnoi. I hope he will make good use of it.” I handed the paper to Alexei. “You now own yourself, my love. You are free to choose your own future. The decision is yours, and yours alone.”

The Prince’s laugh broke the tension. Suddenly everyone was laughing and smiling as Alexei looked from the paper in his hand to me, at the Prince, back to the paper, and then at me. He flung his arms around me, tears streaming down his silver face. 

“If I am now free to make my own choice, then I give myself to you, Poal, as my Master. I am your CRP, use me as you will.”

The Prince stood, and so did the others. Placing a hand on each of our shoulders, he said, “Your father said, you would find a solution that was lawful, and freed you of something you could not accept in conscience, Poal. You did. A very elegant solution I think.” He smiled, his grip firm. “So, Alexei, it is in your gift to remit the remainder of your bond. As the owner, you will receive compensation for the outstanding debt.” He smiled. “Call it your dowery. You will both be relieved of the restrictions that adorn you from this day. I wish you every happiness in the future.”