An unplanned life

Chapter 6

A Society under threat from within

I was dozing quietly when Tomaz brought Alexei, his head now encased, like ours, in the glans shaped metal ‘helmet’. The difference in his penis was already obvious. The head long, flared, and beautifully defined. The shaft was already becoming more rigid, but the whole thing not yet as long as mine. His chest now sported twin firm mounds with his nipples developing thick teats surrounded by large domed areola. The breasts apart, his physique was fabulous. Sculpted, like a hero god’s, and I felt a stirring in my heart for this beautiful man.

“Good, you’re here, Poal.” Tomaz steered Alexei to a seat. “Had a rough session with the Constanz lot?”

“No worse than they have always been.” I shrugged. “I wish they’d be a bit less creative sometimes. But it makes up for their lack of anything worth noticing I think.” Addressing Alexei I asked, “How’s it going, Alexei?”

“Not bad,” he responded, shrugging. “I will get my breasts decorated tomorrow.” Playing with the cup Tomaz gave him, he added, “The doctor says it will be another week before my cock is ready.”

“Looks like it’s almost there now,” I quipped.

He looked down. “No, still not up to the twelve inches they want of me, but it is getting more rigid.”

“Don’t be so greedy,” Tomaz joked. “All I have is nine inches. Maybe I should ask  the Master …”

I laughed. “Nine’s plenty. This thing is always banging into things. Just as well it’s pretty much insensitive.” I playfully tapped my encased cock against the table. “So you’re getting your tit cups tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Alexei cupped his breasts, like mine, small and shapely, the teats thick stalks. “Does it stop them wobbling like this?”

“Sort of. It changes the movement — less ‘wobble’ to it.” My laugh took him by surprise, then I pointed to the living metal ‘cups’ holding mine, adding, “The cup keeps their shape whatever the rest of you is doing. Less wobble, more change of position. Be thankful they’re not the size most females have to cope with!”

Tomaz laughed and Alexei at least smiled. Impulsively, I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed gently.

“You’re already looking fabulous, Alexei,” I said, softly. “It really isn’t so bad being like this. Like everything else in life, my … friend,” I caught myself, “it can be endured, and it can be enjoyed. Some clients, at least …”

“Fuck,” Janus whispered as he lay over my back, his cock embedded in my hole. “That recording is dynamite. Your father is making use of the information very effectively.” Janus finished as he increased his tempo and I used my muscles to increase his pleasure. “He’s a shrewd and very clever operator.” He finished under cover of a truly magnificent cum.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pretending to recover and enjoy his postcoital sensations. “Your friend, Sonan, will have a place. My uncle has met him, and has offered to employ him.”

“Thanks,” I murmured giving Demos the preliminary attention to fellatio.   

With my mouth full of Demos’ organ, Agar entered me from behind, and sent me into an orgasmic trance. His penis was something else against my now thoroughly aroused perineum. He had always been an exciting sexual partner, one careful to ensure his companion got as much pleasure as possible from their coupling. Now he excelled himself. 

“Let’s move him to that couch,” Demos suggested. “It’s my turn to try that pussy, and I want to see how those tits respond to my fucking him.”

“Good idea,” Janus agreed, laughing. “It’ll give us time to reload.”

“He looks good like that,” Agar joked, moving from the refreshment buffet to assist in strapping me onto the couch that kept my legs widely splayed and my genitals and my ‘pussy’ on view and available. “How about I fuck you while you fuck him, Demos?”

“I like that idea,” Demos retorted. “Yes, I like that.”    

As ever the trio enjoyed their session and I did my utmost to make sure they got their money’s worth. I’d had another session two days before with the Prince Constanz, and, as always, he and his companions had been unguarded in their discussions — all of it recorded, and now downloaded to Demos, though the receiver was invisible to me, hidden in a tattoo on his chest.

As always they left me in heavy restraints — their signature — and departed, laughing and joking about how much fun they’d had with me. Under cover of securing me like this, Janus confided that my father had used some of the information to improve our family’s businesses, and was taking care that the source of the information could not be traced. The part of me that was still aware felt pleased.

As the year progressed, Alexei joined the ‘team’ fully, and adjusted well once he took my, and Tomaz’ advice on how to cope. His modified cock was similar to mine in length and girth, but its ‘head’ was marginally larger. It looked magnificent in its living metal coating, and I found I was attracted to him in a way I couldn’t explain as it went beyond sex. Word filtered back that Sonan found his new employment enjoyable and rewarding — made all the better by the welcome he received from the family. It was not said outright, but it seemed he’d found a lover among my cousins, and was well liked. 

“Have you heard,” Tomaz asked quietly. “The Famillias Vulpes has opposed the endorsement of the Prince Constanz’s motion to make members of the senatorial families who commit illegal acts against non-Familias citizens exempt from the law. It seems there is growing conflict between the High Families. My clients today talked of nothing else but how the Vulpes have found a number of allies. The Prince Constanz is furious, and vowing reprisal.” He chuckled quietly. “It seems some information the Constanz family would prefer to have kept secret has reached the ears of those they intended to displace.”

“I had not. What secret could they have heard?” I had a fairly good idea I knew. It concerned a plot to discredit the heads of some powerful families and weaken their positions in governing the city. I hoped my father’s caution would ensure he and the family could never be accused of leaking it — or tracing it back to me. “What has happened?”

“The Prince’s son, your nemesis, has fled into exile for one. He is supposed to have been leading a plot to entrap someone important. He is now banned from returning by the Senate, according to the gossip exchanged in my hearing. It seems he has finally pushed even his parent too far.” 

“Tomaz, that does my heart good to hear.” My mood soared. I’d had a session earlier with a rough client, one who thought it amusing to attempt to manipulate my imprisoned penis and make me plead with him to stop. Generally the PM intervened with such — but the man had managed to disguise what he was doing sufficiently for it to pass undetected. “Did they say where he’d gone?”

“No, but none seemed to think it unfair.” Laughing he added, “He doesn’t have many friends. Oh, and it seems the magistrate that condemned us both is in a little trouble as well. He sentenced some minor member of the Theophilis Familias to be made a certified restricted poirnoi — and it was discovered this was an act of purest malice. There were no grounds for a charge, let alone such a sentence -- it was part of a plot against the Famillias.”

“He did? Was he mad? Or just arrogant in assuming he could?” I remembered the arrogant and vindictive magistrate at my sentencing. The Theophilis Familias was not one to anger — the richest and most powerful of the senatorial families. A minor member of that family was a regular client of mine, and was always kind and generous. “What has happened to him?”

“He departed speedily for places unknown — but he’s been stripped of all offices and declared ‘undesirable’ — a death sentence if he is traced.” Tomaz poured himself a glass of the refreshment we all used to keep our libido at manageable levels. Raising his glass he added, “And good riddance.”

Joining his toast, I had a memory of something discussed while the Prince Constanz had used me to dildo fuck one of his minions. They’d discussed a plan to entrap a member of the Theophilis Familias — one serving in an ambassadorial role — and use an accusation to overthrow the current Prince Theophilis. So it had been recorded, and my father had evidently let it fall into just the right ear somehow.