An unplanned life

Chapter 23

The Future Revealed

My role as a ‘companion’ to Feran was quickly established, and Alexei found himself drawn into a closer relationship as well. At first through being invited to share an evening meal with Prince Ramted and Feran with myself, then, quietly, and without any specific purpose or task being mentioned, Mede and Condoin were included. At first wary, they soon began to look forward to these evenings, though Mede confessed that he wondered what was behind it.

“You haven’t figured it out, my clever brother?” I teased. “How long is it since I was turned into a Certified Restricted Poirnoi? How old was I then?”

“Near enough twenty years,” he replied, frowning. “You were just short of your twenty-fifth year.” 

“And how old do I appear to you now?” Turning him to look at me, I smiled. “You know my age — but if you did not …”

“I’d say you were no older than thirty …” He stopped. “Of course, the extreme modifications have changed our aging. The Prince is showing it.” He frowned. “So are our parents.” He paused as realisation dawned. “We will outlive them all by many years …”

“Correct, my brother. The Princes are aware of this, have known from the beginning, which is why, since Condoin’s modification, the process used on us has been outlawed. The new treatment does not have the same effect.”

“I wondered,” Mede began. “We used to see many more like us, but now we see almost none beside ourselves.” His frown deepened. “Janus is worried about Sonan’s future and Arag worries for Tomaz. What will be their fate?”

“The same as ours, dearest brother.” I stared into the distance. “I do not know what is planned for us, but the Prince Ramted has some scheme in hand for Feran, and intends us to benefit from it as well. He will tell us when he is ready.” I smiled and kissed my ‘little’ brother, still, in appearance, no older than the twenty summers he had been when he underwent his modification. Linking arms with him, I said, “Come, our partners will be thinking we have abandoned them, and I need a good dose of Alexei.”

Our conversation remained as a reminder that the life we currently enjoyed must, eventually come to an end. The death of the prince, whose diplomacy had brought a more stable peace to our people, and to our neighbours bore fruit. It enabled the change to governing the Prince Theophilis had intended, and though it wasn’t perfect, it was an improvement on the constant squabbling and vengeful actions of the families who had previously held all power — but also brought a decline in our usefulness.

“The Prince Theophilis has summoned my dear Ramted,” Feran told me as we made love in the huge bed. “The latest diplomatic mission is a cover for his plans for us, my dear Poal.”

“What does he plan?” I asked as I lay looking up at the shiny metal coated figure straddling me, my rigid penis embedded in his still rippling manhole. Gently taking his rigid penis in my hand, I stroked it. Though he no longer had gonads, he still ejaculated what he called his ‘slime’. In my butt it put me into a state of utterly compliant euphoria. I enjoyed this as he was also very imaginative and we both enjoyed the bondage sessions that followed. So did Alexei on the occasions he rewarded us by dosing me just before Alexei collected me, secured in my straitjacket, gagged and plugged for him to enjoy. “Have I earned a good dose of your issue?”

He laughed. “More than earned it. How would you like me to deliver it?” 

“As we are, dear Feran. Over me and in my face.” I smiled, his ejaculation delivered this way — if I could capture some in my mouth as well — had a milder effect. “It is some days before Alexei or the prince return, use me as you enjoy.” 

“Open your mouth then, Poal.” He laughed as the stream of viscous clear fluid erupted, and I caught a good mouthful.

The death of my father, long since replaced as leader of our family by much younger cousin, was the last occasion that the four of us returned to the home of our youth. It was a sad time, since he was the last of his generation. A very sharp reminder that Ramted, who accompanied us was also now in his old age. It was also clear that we no longer had a place in our prospering family, the majority of whom we did not know. Janus, Sonan, Arag and Tomaz were also increasingly isolated, and clearly unhappy with their situation. Sadly we took our leave of those closest to us, promising to speak to the prince about our former companions in the poinerium and departed. 

We did not return, as we’d expected, to the palace.

“It is time, my friends,” the Prince Ramted told us. “It is time you were delivered, with my beloved Feran, to the safe and secure sanctuary I have prepared for us all.” Watching our faces, he smiled. “It has been a long time in preparation, but neither I nor my brother can last forever, and the world is changing as you saw at your old home.”

He held up a hand as I made to speak.

“Your friends, Sonan, Tomaz and your cousins will join you shortly.” He sighed. “And a few of those you will remember from your time in the poirnerium. The City owes you this, you have all served me, my brother and my family, faithfully, without complaint for these many years.” His eyes rested for a moment on Mede and I. “You both remind me of your father when we first encountered one another. Me, a terrified and confused princeling and he a cautious, rational and benevolent man who saw only a fellow in distress needing help. He never hesitated.” He smiled. “Even when I needed … relief.”

“Where do you take us, sir?”

“To a place you, we, will all be safe for the remainder of our lives.” He shrugged. “In my case, not much longer. We have made provision for you all to live out your lives in a secure place, hidden from any roving bands or marauders. You will be well guarded by men and women whose loyalty is beyond question, and surrounded by your friends, others like yourselves and with all you need for your comfort.” He smiled gently. “All I ask of you is that you give Feran the love and support he will need when I am … no longer among you.”

Stunned, we digested this in silence, then all spoke at once, giving our assurance, and protesting that we would do all in our power to sustain and support him, our prince among men. He hushed us, smiling, and the remainder of the journey passed in relative silence. Twice we changed transports, and finally entered an airship.

The island was remote. A great rocky upthrust surrounded by a dark sea. At its peak, a wide ‘table’ top provided a level area on which had been built accommodation structures, externally modest, but internally palatial. We disembarked in the glow of sunset, and the airship didn’t linger. Greeted by guards in the Theophilis livery, we soon found ourselves inside our new home.

“You’re here, and safely delivered,” Feran greeted Ramted, with a hug and a passionate kiss. “At last.” Releasing the prince he smiled and greeted us. “Welcome my beloved friends. This is your reward. A place where you will be safe no matter what the nations do once the Pax Theophilis ends.” Taking the prince’s arm, he said, “Come, my dears, I have refreshment ready for you, and must show you your new apartments. A safe home and haven for us all.”

In the great atrium from which all our apartments were accessed, Prince Ramted stopped and faced us, Feran on his arm.

“This, my friends is our retirement. You will never again be asked to submit to the sexual amusement, enjoyment by us of any but those you love, or whom you choose. This is your reward for the peace you helped create for everyone else. The means to create any others like you have now been found and rendered incapable of going beyond the simplest of enhancements.” Ramted paused, smiling, and kissed Feran. “There will be no further applications of the metal you are all decorated with. While it extends your lives, it also changes you biologically making you what you are, and it has been abused. The source has been found and hidden. Our species is dying as it is, there shall be no further abuse of the ancient technologies that sustained us to dominate or to enslave others.” He shrugged. “The technology that created you, that made me as I am and did this to Feran, was supposed to create a super race — one that could live forever. It failed, since it rendered those treated as you have been, incapable of breeding, while extending your lives and making you sexually hyperactive. So, with your help,  we have removed all but the most basic functions from the remaining units. In our City and lands the Pax Theophilis has enabled us to keep our society stable and at peace, but elsewhere the cities are in decline. It is only a matter of time before they destroy what remains of the civilisations that created us. This, my friends, is why my brother, the Prince Theophilis, has created this place for us and for those you love and treasure. They will join us when they are ready to do so.”

I looked to Alexei, then Mede and Condoin, and stepped forward. “Sir, you do us a great honour. We have all served because we saw it benefitted our families and our people — and because we loved and respected you for your care of those like us. We did not expect, or ask for, this reward.”

“Poal, this is not a reward, it is to protect you from what will come. Perhaps not in weeks, or even years, but it will come, and you, all of you, have suffered enough.” He smiled. “Though I confess you seem to have enjoyed at least some of it.”

We laughed. That was the truth. We had, and did, enjoy our sexual activity with each other and some special outsiders.

“We do, sir,” Mede retorted. Moving to my side, he gripped my penis, his grin wicked. “And I thank you, and especially my brother for giving me the chance to join him in this state and service.” Kissing my cheek, he added, “I can never forget the day he allowed me to experience the life he was already living as a CRP.” Kissing my mouth, he smiled. “Thank you, Poal. I have no regrets, none at all.”

In our new apartment I turned to Alexei and kissed him, holding him against me, our rigid penises in our now familiar embrace between each other’s thighs. “Any regrets, beloved?”

“Only one, beloved.” His tongue explored my mouth. “That I am not making love to you right now.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Squeezing his penis between my thighs, I activated my cum restriction mode, and whispered. “I’ve seen my favourite couch in the next room, and it’s begging to have me strapped to it so my beloved husband can fill me with cum …” Our mouths met in a long kiss. I sighed. “Enjoy your Poirnoi lover, my darling, he needs to give you your pleasure …” 

“Then come, my Poirnoi lover.” Taking my hand he led me to the couch and strapped me down, my legs raised and spread, my metal rimmed man hole exposed and available. Standing between them, his shining penis aligned, he smiled and asked, “Ready, beloved?”

“Always, beloved Alexei. Always ready for you …” I sighed as he slid his gorgeous cock into me. “Send me to paradise, my love. As only you can …”

“No regrets, beloved Poal?” He asked. 

“None, Alexei, my darling.” Using my muscular anus I massaged his metal sheathed organ. “None at all now.”

Smiling, he bent and kissed my rigid member in its metal coating. “You’re in mode?”

“Yes, Master Alexei …”

“Then …” He began to fuck me, and I surrendered myself to my familiar role of the Certified Restricted Poirnoi I could never cease to be … I smiled inwardly as Alexei began to thrust his beautiful cock sending waves of stimulation through my anal clitoris and sending my desire soaring. As he paused to suck my now disengaged penis, I recalled the day I’d taken Mede to a bondage suite and had him use me. It had been on that day that I’d admitted to myself that the reason I had accepted my state and role, was that it was that I, like my brother Mede, had always wanted to be. 

We’d been born to become Certified Restricted Poirnoi, and though it had been forced on me, on Alexei, Sonan, Tomaz and others, Mede, Condoin and later Arag had chosen it. Yes, that first time with Mede had opened my eyes. Alexei increased his tempo and I felt my anal orgasm building. It broke over me like a wave and I gripped the thrusting penis with my muscles as my body shuddered in the throes of orgasm, my frustrated ejaculation subsiding. I am the extreme CRP I was born to be, and always will be  …

I smiled as Alexei filled me with his cum. He smiled down at me, his pleasure plain on his metal covered face and neck, crowned by the glans-shaped helmet. My eye travelled lower, admiring his beautiful breasts in their metal covers, and then my own penis in its metal coating as it stood between us. Flexing my anal muscles, I massaged his still embedded organ, and blew him a kiss. 

No, I had no regrets at all …