An unplanned life

Chapter 22

New Duties

Before I was called upon to provide companionship for Feran, I had the opportunity, with Alexei, to visit the family at home. I took the opportunity to talk to my father, and told him I’d had conversations with both Prince Ramted and Feran. He listened carefully, adding details when asked.

“You have not asked whether I expected a reward for assisting them, Poal.”

“I haven’t, father.” Pausing I watched his face. “I don’t think you considered it. I think you saw someone in need — and gave the assistance you could. Did you know who they were?”

“No, and nor did I ask, until I was in so deep it was too late.” He laughed. “Yes, I was reckless. My father was appalled, but supported me in my next task — to reach the Prince’s brother. He gave me an introduction to someone who could gain me an audience …” Shaking his head, he hesitated. “The kidnapping and disappearance of the Prince Ramted had stirred a hornets nest, so my arrival at their villa bearing only an introduction and a message for the Prince’s ears only was not immediately met with a welcome. I resorted to a subterfuge — it nearly cost me my liberty, but the Prince heard me out.”

“Did he believe you? A stranger with such a tale?”

“He believed me, but suspected I wanted a ransom.” Laughing, he commented, “In such circles, my son, no one does anything without expecting some reward. Even after all this time Ramted still asks when I will claim his ransom. The old Prince acted swiftly, I’ll give him that. He sent a strong force to deal with the kidnappers in their den, and his heir, with an escort, to bring Ramted to his home. When he learned what had happened to Feran, he was furious. I do not think I have ever seen anger like it. As for those responsible … they had good reason to regret their ambition. Even more so when Feran was recovered. I do not know what the old Prince decided as a punishment, only that that wing of the family will never again pose a threat to anyone.”

“But you and the Prince remain friends — they came to the wedding and they have taken Mede, myself and our partners into their service.”

“Friends is perhaps too strong a word, given the difference in our station and wealth.” He smiled, watching some birds squabbling in a tree. “It embarrasses them that I have never asked for a reward, even after providing the recordings you obtained. All I have ever accepted from them in return is their sponsorship for you and for Tomaz, Sonan and Alexei. That is not the way of the high families, but it is my way.”

I drew him into a hug and kissed him fondly. Wickedly, I had to ask, “When you were hiding the prince — he told me his libido was very high — did you … give him relief?”

“I could hardly refuse.” He laughed. “And yes, I enjoyed it, though he was insatiable. But I asked for no other reward, it is not our way. Not like the high families.” He watched me, a smile on his face. “I can see your question, so I will answer. Yes, I derived pleasure from giving him my seed and accepting his, and, yes, it did change me, and teach me a great deal.” He smiled. “It may well have contributed to the way you, Elke and Mede have developed. I do not regret it, and neither should you.”

“I’m glad we are not like the High Families, father.” Releasing him I fell in beside him as we walked back toward the house were Alexei was waiting with refreshment and talking to Elke and my mother. “I know I speak for all of us when I say we would all do as you did for Ramted.   And Mede and I find serving him and Feran a pleasure.” Glancing at him, I couldn’t resist adding, “Even with all our modifications and enhancements.”

“I shall take your word for that, my son.” His laugh was hearty. “And now we should join your partner and Elke while I prise your mother out of her kitchen and convince her she can leave the meal preparation to Sonan and Tomaz!"  

Alexei curled himself into my side, his rigid penis across my stomach, kissing my cheek as he did so.

“You are very like your father, my darling, and not just in looks.” He tweaked my teat. “But I know I prefer having you as my master, husband, lover, wife …”

“Sure, beloved Alexei? Even knowing that I shall be attending Feran while you are away with Prince Ramted?”

“Yes.” He sucked my nipple, gently nibbling the teat. “Because I will be thinking of you every minute, even while I submit myself as a Special Poirnoi to those the prince wants influenced.” He chuckled. “Are you still in response mode?”

“As I will be thinking of you … Why do you ask my mode?”

“Because, dearest Poal, I’m going to do this.” Moving quickly, he straddled me, gripped my penis, and inserted it into his butt, then slowly sank down on it. “And now my dear, I want a good dose of your cum …” He tightened his muscle. “Enjoy it, my love.”

I prepared myself very carefully to attend the prince’s life partner, Feran. I knew that I would be required to have sex with him, but didn’t know if this was all I should expect. Entering the private apartment as I’d been told to do, I was surprised to find it softly lit and my ‘client’ standing at the window, his shining skin reflecting the lights.

“Good evening, Poal.” Feran turned to greet me, smiling. “Will you have a little wine with me?” He approached and I found myself struck by the beauty of his appearance and the grace of his movement.

“Good evening, sir.” I responded, bowing carefully. “A glass of wine would be lovely, thank you.” 

Handing me a glass he put an arm round my shoulders and steered me toward and two seat sofa facing the window.

“I hope the wine is right, I was told by your father it is one you prefer. Sit beside me, Poal, I prefer that we take a little time to be comfortable with each other before I ask anything more of anyone.” Seating himself next me, he raised his glass. “A toast, my friend, to you and your Alexei and to his task in my lover’s mission.”

Our glasses touched and we sipped. It was a wine type I liked, but this was a vintage and quality far, far beyond anything I normally drank. I said so.

“Good, I’m glad you like it, Poal, I selected it with some care.” His. Hand rested on my arm. “Poal, here, and in future, you must call me by my name — Feran. Here you are not a Poirnoi, you are a friend, a friend I hope will enjoy my company, and our nights together.” His hand stroked my helmet and then my cheek. “I know what it is to be used for another’s pleasure, I want you to derive as much pleasure from giving what I need from you as I do receiving it.”

“It will be a pleasure, sir — Feran.” I smiled, placing my hand on his as it rested on my shoulder. “I’m not used … I’m still trying to get used to being asked to provide …” I swallowed, not knowing how to say this politely. “My client’s never asked, sir — Feran —they just did what they wanted to do with me.”

“I know, Poal, but tonight, and in future when you are with me, I will treat you as a lover. If what I ask is not to your liking, say so. If you would prefer we do something a different way, ask.” Putting his glass down, he stood, drawing me to my feet. “I want you to examine me carefully — everywhere.” His mouth met mine and I accepted the kiss. “There! Now use your hands, and your eyes, examine my body thoroughly.” 

I did as instructed, while Feran stood with his hands clasped behind his head and his legs a little apart. His metalised ‘skin’ felt amazing, as did his impressive penis. His breasts were firm and, like mine, beautifully shaped, though much larger. Only his lack of a scrotum, and the breasts suggested that he was no ordinary former poirnoi. Each touch of my hands brought a small tremor, and he explained.

“My skin is now entirely an erogenous zone. An extension of the head of my penis. Every touch is arousing and erotic.” He smiled. “It is a reason I do not wear any garment unless it is essential, and then only for short periods.”

“How do you bear it?” I stopped touching him.

“Do not stop, Poal. Your touch is pleasant.” He waited until I resumed my examination. “One learns to control it and to live with the stimulation as you have done as a poirnoi.”

It struck me as I continued that he appeared no older than I am, yet must be at least twenty years my senior if he had been like this since before my birth.

“Your surmise is correct, Poal. I was in my nineteenth year when I was subjected to this — I have been like this a little over forty years now, and can expect to last another forty or more.” He regarded me with a tender expression. “Your are aware that those subjected to the extreme modifications do not age as our contemporaries do?”

“No …” Then I remembered. “There was something said …”

“Yes. For you it means you age at a little less than half the normal rate, for me, and any like me, the aging process is even slower.” A shadow passed across his face. “I shall outlive my beloved Ramted by some forty years or more.”

“Can nothing be done?” I kept my hands on his hips as I asked gently.

“No, and nor can we end our lives — we are prevented from taking any action that would do so.” He smiled, “So we need to make provision for the time …”

Releasing my hands, I stepped back, and smiled, admiring how his metal ‘skin’ caught the light even as I registered what he meant and the implication that we were likely to live far longer than any of our contemporary family or friends.

“Those who did this to you, created a work of art, Feran. You’re beautiful, and I think I understand what you are saying.” I said. “And you have learned to accept it, but still think of others. No wonder the Prince loves you.”

“Thanks for that.” Lowering his arms he put an arm over my shoulders. “Now I have a nice supper for us.” His kiss on my cheek was gentle. “As I said earlier, tonight you are not here as a poirnoi, Poal. Tonight you are here as a friend, and I hope as a lover — one I want to get to know far more intimately.”

I have never been wooed before, and Feran was an expert in the art. The supper was a light meal, beautifully presented, and I found myself falling under his spell as he teased out of me some of my experiences as a CRP, and amused me with some of his own. Almost unconsciously I found myself standing before the window, relaxed in his arms as we kissed, and then slowly drifted from there to the bedroom with its huge canopied bed. Feran took gentle charge of our love making and it was truly beautiful.

“You are very special, Poal.” He sighed as I pumped his manhole a second time. “Your Alexei is a very lucky man …”

“No, it is I who is the lucky man. I have him and we share this fate, and a privileged place in the prince’s household.” I shuddered as I delivered another cum load into him. “And I am now privileged to share your bed and company, Feran.”

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Thank you, Poal … I needed this so badly …” He shuddered with an orgasm. “Thank you …”

We lay, joined and resting, savouring the contact and the postcoital surge of hormones, with him wrapped in my embrace and against his back. I kissed the metal coating below the rim of his ‘helmet’.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “My beloved Ramted holds me in just this way, but is unable to enter me as you can …”

I thought of the prince’s huge glans and large scrotum, and the short, thin shaft between them.

“How does …?” I stopped, realising this was not a question that should be asked.

Feran tightened his muscle around my penis. He chuckled.

“We have a way. Not as good, or as pleasant as this, but a way …” Taking my hand, he moved it so I cupped his breast. “We all have to live with this, Poal. Like you I didn’t choose this, nor did my beloved Ramted. We have all had to learn to live with the limitations and the benefits.” Kissing my hand, he chuckled as he returned my hand to his breast. “Those that imposed this on us did not realise that it is possible to live this way, and to find benefit from it.”

“I have learned, but it was frustrating while I was completely controlled by the restriction of the helmet.” Sensing he wanted to change position, I slid my penis free. “Without the regular inducing sessions …”

He rolled to face me.  

“Indeed.” He smiled. “Would you like me ..?”

“I would be honoured …”

“Then turn on your other side, my dear. I have no sperm to ejaculate, but I do impart an interesting hormonal slime …” He waited while I repositioned myself. “My beloved Ramted tells me it has a most interesting effect.” His metal coated glans touched my metal lined opening and I admitted him. “Mmmm, thank you, Poal, you feel … wonderful.”

“You feel,” I gulped as he slid deeper. “Amazing. Oh … yes … that feels good …”

The night passed in a mixture of sleep and gentle love making, and we watched the dawn together from a deep verandah adjoining the bedroom. It was the pattern for the nights that followed.