An unplanned life

Chapter 14

Freedom …

It was difficult enduring the removal of the helmets and then the living metal from our genitals and heads. The process took several days, and was somewhat complex. At my request I was also keeping a modified helmet, one that I could wear when I wished.

“Are you sure you wish to keep your breasts encased?” The Dungeon Master asked.

“Yes, I am.” I smiled. “If I change my mind at any time, I will look for your services, but for now I wish to retain it — a souvenir. A reminder of my life here.”

“What does your intended partner think?” He asked, carefully peeling away the metal and its foundation from my head.

“He agrees.” I laughed as the last of the ‘second skin’ came free. “He will be keeping his breast covers as well.” I looked down at my now metal and restriction free crotch and my rigid member standing proud as I half reclined in the couch. After so long seeing only the shiny metal sheathing it, there was a strangeness in seeing the flesh, the lighter skin tone of the shaft contrasting with the darker skin of the glans. I could also see the muscles that extended along the upper part of the shaft, and joined the musculature of my lower abdomen. I found that flexing these allowed some limited movement of my penis, movement previously limited by the metal restrictor that had encased it. “Keeping them like this means we do not need to wear a woman’s bra to support them.” 

It felt strange to be free of the metal restricting my genitals, and even stranger not to have the metal coating on my face and head, or the helmet that had enclosed it for so long. I'd become used to it, and to the control of my mood and hormones it had exerted. Now I felt, somehow, incomplete.

“A good thought.” The dungeon master laughed. “Now, as to clothing — you will need to wear a sheath on your organ until your libido adjusts. I will give you a supply.” Moving aside, he gestured to the leather outfit I’d opted to wear, and handed me a thick latex disc in a sealed wrapper. “Put this on, and I will help you dress.”

The condom was black, tight on my rigid cock, and thick.

“Unroll it fully. There is a band that will prevent it accidentally slipping off.” He grinned. “You’ll need it, as your system adjusts to not being restricted any longer.” Indicating his own crotch with his encased penis standing out. “I was never as extreme as you, but after seven years … Let’s just say you’ll find the first month or so tricky.”

The trousers of the suit fitted like a glove, but, unlike any normal clothing, had a codpiece that protected my scrotum, and then supported my penis as it stood proud in front of me. I pulled on the tight and elastic shirt, and then the jacket. The footwear was more difficult — my penis got in the way — and then I was dressed, and impatient to leave with my father.

“He will be here in an hour. He knows you’re waiting.” The Dungeon Master added, “There is someone waiting for you in here, and he wishes to take you to say farewell to those who remain here.” Touching my hand, he said softly, “You will need a lot of cum daily for the rest of your life. Your partner too.”

“Thank you,” I said, surprised by the tenderness. Impulsively, I kissed him. “I hope we will meet again.” I passed through the door and stopped in surprise. “Mede!” I exclaimed. Then I realised he was still fully restricted, his metal sheathed penis, breast cups and helmet shining in the lights. “But are you not ..?”

“No, nor will I be,” he laughed. “I’m still a CRP, and will stay this way.” He winked. “There is still work to be done, but, at least I will have Condoin as my companion until we are released from the Prince’s diplomatic team.” He kissed me. “My choice, brother! Now, put the slave belt restraint on me and let me take you to where your former inmates await your farewell.”

Accepting the slave belt from him, I secured it, and attached his wrists. Then, careful to avoid making contact with his metal coated penis with my leather covered organ, I gripped his helmeted head and kissed him lovingly on the mouth, my penis erupting spontaneously into the sheath..

“Take me to them, beloved Mede.” I put my arm though his, and asked, “You choose to remain like this? Why? You could be free immediately.”

“Why? I have no desire to be released from this at least until I can take Condoin home with me — if ever.” He grinned. “My ambassador-master has not found a way to do that yet, so Con will be my companion when I am to be in the ambassador’s household, and, when not, we will be here, emulating my admired brother. As I can never return to my former life, I choose to always be like this. So does Condoin. I will be here while my beloved receives his modifications and certification and look forward to it.” His laugh was refreshing. “Except, beloved Poal, I have the appearance of a CRP, but have control of the helmet …”

We arrived at the Recreation Room and Mede used his metal sheathed member to push me ahead of him into the room. Alexei was already there and almost ran to me his smile radiant as he reached for me to hug me and kiss me. Our codpieces made contact and we both ejaculated.

“My darling, Master,” he said, laughing. “I can’t wait to make love properly with you.” He gestured at the others now crowding us and congratulating us, “And this lot predict that we will be unfit for anything else for at least a week.”

“Only a week?” I quipped. “I think a month, at the very least.”

Laughing and joking we said our good byes to each of the unrestricteds, and finally to the CRPs. Alexei and I had been the only two ‘extremes’ but now that ‘honour’ was Mede’s. He and Con rose as we approached, holding hands. I couldn’t help noticing that Con’s head was encased in the helmet of a CRP, his penis was longer and thicker than I recalled and his nipples seemed more prominent as well.

“Yes,” he glanced at Mede, and smiled. “I’ve started down that road and have another three weeks of treatment ahead of me. We will compliment one another on the Ambassador’s staff, and when we join you at home …” He grinned. “We’ll fit right in.”      

Mede, Condoin and the PM escorted us to where my father, Janus, Demos and, to my pleasure and surprise, Tomaz and Arag waited. After a truly loving greeting, Alexei and I held hands and shared a seat in the transport. They talked, assuring us that all was ready at home and then allowed us to enjoy our freedom as we travelled. It felt overwhelming to be free, free to touch, free to share our love openly, free to be outside the confines of the Poirnerium. So much had changed in the years of our confinement, but being surrounded by family and friends, saved it from being terrifying. We didn’t talk, our hearts were too full, as we wrapped ourselves in our happiness and the wonder of the feeling of freedom that almost overwhelmed us. The journey was a long one, but we hardly noticed. Far too absorbed in our own thoughts, the feel of freedom and our love for one another.

The future looked promising, even with our now ingrained fetishes, and our modified genitals. We would always stand out as former CRPs even when dressed -- and 'normal' attire was simply out of the question. Alexei squeezed my hand gently and I glanced at him and smiled.

"Happy, my love?" I asked, quietly. "We'll have a lot to get used to now."

His kiss on my cheek felt good. "But we'll do it together, beloved Poal."