An unplanned life

Chapter 21

A Favour for the Prince

The prince-ambassador summoned me to his suite, and I hastened there expecting to be assigned some task. I found him standing at one of the tall windows, watching the fields beyond. It struck me that he was looking tired and certainly older than when we’d performed our act of allegiance a little over five years earlier.

“Poal, you have not met my life partner yet.” It was a statement, not a question. The prince was in an expansive mood tonight, our latest embassy had, it seemed, borne fruit. The prince’s life partner seldom travelled with him, and, at home, usually avoided appearing in the ‘state’ apartments. When he did, he was invariably completely covered in a strange, loose fitting, rubber suit. 

“No, sir, I have not had that honour.”

His gaze rested on me for a moment. Moving from the window, he indicated I should sit, and asked, “How long have you been in my service?”

“It is five years since Alexei and I joined your service, sir.” Unsure of why he asked this, I added, “And we have been very pleased to do everything asked of us, sir.”

“I know.” Smiling, he touched my knee with his hand. “In many of our ‘negotiations’ it has been the ‘entertainment’ you and your fellows have so willingly provided for our putative allies that has often persuaded them of the benefits of accepting our treaty.”

“It is always enjoyable, sir.” I smiled. “We are modified for it, trained for it … and we enjoy it.”

“So you are.” He touched his large codpiece. “And you have all been an example in the manner in which you have adapted yourselves to the roles I have asked of you.”

I knelt before him, and removed his codpiece in one movement, seeing his need. His huge glans throbbed as I took it into my mouth. He must have been very aroused, because I’d barely begun when he erupted. With my mouth already stretched to contain his ‘head’ I could use only my throat muscles to swallow his large load. I smiled as he lifted my head.

“Thank you, sir. I am always available if you need this service, or any other.”

To my surprise, he bent and kissed my up turned mouth.

“What do you know of my history?” 

“Only that you were kidnapped, escaped, subjected to modification, and that my father assisted you to evade recapture, sir.” I saw his nod. “Mede shared that with me at the start of our service with you.”

“Then you know a part of it.” Standing, he walked to the window. “Yes, I was kidnapped. An ambitious uncle attempted to use me as a hostage for his demands that my father step aside in his favour. When that failed, he subjected me to the modifier, and would have made me as you are, but he botched it, leaving me with this, a huge glans to big for almost everything, crowning an infant’s shaft and a libido almost beyond endurance — like yours.” He paused. “He’d taken another with me, my friend and household companion-attendant, Feran.” Turning toward me again, he continued, his expression softening. “Feran, being in my uncle’s view, a mere servant, was of no interest to him, so was allowed his freedom to attend to me. My beloved companion freed me from the cell in which I was being held, but could not remove the restraints from my arms and wrists. He helped me to flee, naked, restrained by a slave belt, my now reformed penis on full display. He hid me and went in search of something to free me, clothe and disguise me and found your father.” His face hardened. “He brought your father to me, then was recaptured while attempting to conceal our hiding place. When he refused to betray me, my uncle gave him to an Orcadian trader who had him modified to their most extreme tastes.” The silence extended for some time, and I could see his anger. Softly he continued, “I was fortunate, your father hid me, moved me to a better hiding place, disguised me and returned me to my family. Feran could not be recovered until my father had dealt with my uncle, traced the Trader, and recovered him. My poor Feran had already been modified to an extreme degree, and I took him as my life partner.” He watched me. “We have made our lives together, each taking care of the needs of the other.”  

“Thank you for confiding this to me, sir.” I risked continuing. “If there is anything, any service I may perform …”

“You must meet my beloved, Feran.” Placing a hand on my shoulder, he indicated the door. “Come with me.”

We walked through a part of the palace I’d not seen before, but realised, from Mede’s description, that we were now in the private apartments. The prince opened a door and indicated I should enter ahead of him.

“Feran, my beloved, I have brought Poal, son of Phillip of Donau.”

A figure rose from a shaded seat and I almost betrayed my surprise. From head to foot he was covered in living metal, his body a mirrored surface. Naked, he showed off a rather feminine profile, his breasts full, but shapely, the nipples thrust forward on firm mounds of flesh. At his crotch a rigid penis as long as mine, but with no scrotum below it. His head, like mine, was encased in a helmet shaped like the head of his penis, but the ‘living’ metal that coated his body, seemed to flow over this, suggesting it could not be removed.

I bowed, giving myself time to recover my wits.

“I am honoured, sir,” I said.

The shiny metalled figure laughed gently. 

“No, Poal, I am honoured.” He moved closer, and took my hands. “You are very like your father. Good at concealing your real feelings when confronted by the unexpected.” Leading me to a seat, he had me sit and seated himself next to me, still holding my hand. “Most men, confronted by a scarcely clad youth babbling about needing assistance for a naked and restrained man with strangely modified genitalia would have driven them away. He didn’t, he followed me to the place I’d concealed my beloved companion and hid him in his goods and set about freeing him while I went in search of food and clothes … You are like him. You do not let the unexpected disturb you.”

“Thank you, sir. My father is a man I admire for many things, and my admiration grows as I learn more of the things he has never spoken of.” I hesitated, my hand still in his. I heard the door close and sensed that the Prince had left. “Would you tell me what he did on the day he encountered you?”  

“There is not a great deal to tell. Our captors had modified my beloved, and sent images to his parent with details of how they intended to further modify him. They left me to attend to his needs and feed him while they awaited a response.” Smiling gently, he paused. “Since he was naked and secured in a heavy slave belt and hobbled, they did not consider his escape likely.”

“You were not restrained?”

“Not physically.” He paused. “We were confined in the cellar of my grandfather’s house. It had passed to a different branch of the family, but I had lived there as a child, and knew there was a separate entrance through the wine cellar. I found the hidden door to the wine cellar from the place they were using as our prison, and carried the Prince Ramted into it. Having closed and blocked the entrance we’d used, and managed to remove the hobble, I could do nothing with the slave belt or his wrists.” He grimaced. “And there was nothing there that could be used to cover him in adequately.” 

“But did you not risk discovery? What if someone had come to fetch more wine?”

“It was a risk, but not a large one.” Feran paused. “The cellar had not seen much use since my grandfather’s death. The new occupant had a different taste in entertaining …” He didn’t elaborate and I didn’t press it. “I thought we might be lucky and find something the prince could be covered with outside, and it being the midday rest time, I ventured out through the old vineyard entrance, but finding nothing, returned and led my dear prince to a small grotto I’d played in as a child. I hid him there and found the road.” He laughed. “Dressed in only a poirnoi’s codpiece, collar, cuffs and boots. I risked being taken for a runaway Poirnoi! As luck would have it, the first vehicle was your father in his hover cart piled with merchandise …” 

“He stopped and helped you?” I could imagine my father’s thoughts at being, as a young and handsome man, being stopped by what he would have thought to be an escaped poirnoi seeking custom.

“Reluctantly, I think.” Feran laughed, and squeezed my hand. “He was certainly cautious, but listened carefully, and he evidently knew the reputation of Ramted’s uncle, because he bade me lead him to Ramted, giving me a cloak to cover him, and made space to take him. We agreed he would take Ranted to safety, and return for me as soon as he could — he even gave me his travelling ration.”

“Had your escape been noticed by this time?”

“Yes, but I hoped the grotto would escape notice. They found me there, waiting for your father to return. Your father took Ramted to a place he knew some distance away where he was able to conceal him and free his arms, then continued on his way, made his deliveries and returned to where he’d left me, to find our kidnappers had found me. They stopped him and searched the vehicle, but found nothing and though there was some discussion of whether to seize him as well, they let him proceed.” I felt the pressure of his grip on my hand. “Do I bore you with this?”

“No, sir!” Returning the grip, I said, “Until recently I knew only that my father had rendered some service to the prince. My brother confided that he’d rescued him, but told me no more.”

“He is modest. He retrieved my dear prince, provided him with clothing and a disguised face, then, not knowing who he could trust took him to your home. From there he made contact with the prince’s brother — the present Theophilis — and told him what he knew.” 

“But what happened to you? Did they attempt to rescue you?”

“The Prince Theophilis first dealt with his cousins and the uncle behind it. I cannot blame him. I was no longer at the villa anyway. The uncle had me beaten and would have gone further, but one of his sons suggested they had a more pleasant use for me before they disposed of me. So, after I had been forced to copulate with all of them, I was delivered to an Orcadian on condition I was to be rendered an extreme plaything for their bordellos.” He shrugged. “They were angry because I would not tell them where the prince had gone, or who had taken him …” He gestured at his body. “As you see, the Orcadians gave me the form of a woman, but with this large penis, removed my male glands, or more properly, altered them and moved them, and gave me this metal skin.”

“Were you a long time in their hands?”

“Not as long as you were in the Poirnerium, Poal. Long enough to become what you see before you and a libido to match. The Prince Theophilis learned where I was and sent an ultimatum …” He laughed. “The Orcadians saw the wisdom of accepting his demand, thinking I would soon be returned as of no use to him. They were wrong, and the Prince and his brother have done everything they can for me.” He stopped and faced me. “I tell you this, Poal, because you and your brother Mede remind me of the young man who put himself in jeopardy to help when most would have seized me, and delivered us both to the kidnappers. He is a remarkable man. He did not reject me, or Ramted, and he stood by you when you were made as you are, and accepted your brother’s desire to follow your example.” He stood and drew me to my feet. “Ramted has told me that you and your beloved Alexei still suffer a need for frequent sexual relief and use. Is that so?”

“It is, sir.” I grinned. “The Poirnerium was busy, and there was a demand for our particular taste for bondage and rubber …”

“Good.” He smiled. “The Prince and I would like you to be my companion when he travels and cannot give me the sexual relief I need. Discuss it first with Alexei, you may bring me your answer tomorrow.”    

I discussed it with Alexei as we relaxed with a glass of wine after a very good fuck. I was still feeling the glow his last load of cum was producing inside me as I curled into his arm. Briefly I told him about the Prince’s partner, and the request that I provide him with companionship and sexual relief while our prince travelled.

“What do you want, beloved?” He asked softly.

“Mainly to be travelling with you, Con and Mede,” I said, “But we both know that we are really there to provide specialised sex for the delegates …” Kissing him, I added, “Perhaps we could both remain as his companion?” Frowning as something else occurred to me. “I think there is something else behind this, something that affects us all.”

“He could order you to do this.” Alexei hesitated. “Instead, he asks, knowing you are partnered.” Kissing me again, he said, “It’s a strange life we find ourselves in, my love. He even told you to discuss it with me!” He laughed. “We are CRPs, dear Poal, made and modified to provide sexual pleasure to anyone that demands it. Privately, we have each other, and we provide the sexual pleasure others need from us. Look around you, we are provided with every luxury, and all we are required to offer in return is our bodies for sex — and now you are asked if you will consider offering yourself to the partner of a prince we both serve … As long as I have you whenever I return with the prince’s retinue I am more than satisfied … you are more than I could ever have hoped for.”

“Always, my dear. Always.” Kissing him, I bent and kissed his nearest nipple.