An unplanned life

Chapter 7

A Mad Desire

My father brought my youngest brother, Mede, on a visit to me in my fifth year. We exchanged hugs as was now our custom. It facilitated the transfer of the recordings from my breasts to the receivers my father or one of the others carried disguised on their persons. Mede kissed me warmly his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Poal, you look amazing, but Papa tells me it is not very comfortable.” He smiled, his hands resting on my shoulders. “Ever since I saw you leave the Court Dungeon with the PM after your certification I have admired you and wished … I think you look magnificent like this. I was so proud of how you walked through the market and dealt with the crowd.” He glanced at my parent, who smiled and nodded. 

“It can be uncomfortable,” I agreed, wondering where this might lead. “But it also has its compensations.” Smiling, I added, “After four years I am used to it, but I shall be glad when it is over and I can return home, even if I must always have this rigid penis, these tits and a libido …”

“We all are.” My father looked tired. “There is much happening, creating a great deal of uncertainty for everyone. I have acquired new land, and a new business which I hope your brothers will develop until you can join them.” He paused. “Have you heard of the changes occurring in the senatorial familias?”

“We hear rumours,” I admitted, careful not to say anything that could be traced to anything overheard during a session. “Though the discussions of our clients is not our focus when you are the object of their sexual pleasures,” I added in case we were being recorded. I was watching Mede’s face, seeing the excitement in his eyes. Grinning, I added, “It is difficult to focus on the conversation with a mouthful of someone’s organ and with another filling your rear.”

To my amusement, Mede’s erection showed. I knew — had known from his puberty — that, like me, he was a man-lover. But what was my father’s purpose in bringing the now young man to see me? He’d barely nineteen summers under his belt. Mede had occasionally visited, always with my parent, and had recently completed his education, but something about him was different on this occasion.

“I expect so,” my father responded. “Perhaps I should let Mede tell you his plans himself.”

“Thank you, Papa.” My young sibling smiled, touching our parent’s hand. “I’m offered employment with an embassy traveling to Tuscana. The ambassador is the brother of the Prince Theophilis,” he glanced at my father, “and feels an obligation to our father. It will be very advantageous to the family, Poal.” He glanced at my father again. “I’m to be the companion of the ambassador and it is desired that I accept certified ‘restriction’ with modification for the purpose I am required to fulfil.” Hesitating he watched my expression. “You know I am a man-lover, and the ambassador is likewise. I have agreed to accept modification and the decoration, but want to see and hear what it will be like …”

“You are not intending to be as heavily modified as I am, I hope?” I asked, and my father refused to meet my glance. “You must know the whole point of making you a CRP is to turn you into a bondage toy, a permanent submissive, for those who like to dominate a sexual plaything.”

“Actually, yes, Poal. The role I must play in this requires me to be an extreme CRP. It is what I want. No one is forcing me to do this.” Touching my father’s hand, he continued, “It is my choice to be as you are. It will allay all suspicion if I am as heavily modified as you are.” He stopped, holding my gaze. “May I examine you? Janus has told me it looks amazing — and I can see for myself it looks even better up close than he described.”

“I agreed to this only because the Ambassador is an honourable man, one I trust completely.” My father intervened. “Mede will be in good hands, and, unlike you, will not be limited by the decoration and restriction once the embassy is no longer necessary, though he will, of course, always be modified as you are.”

“You have the Poirnoi Master’s permission to have intimate contact with me?” I asked. 

“We have it,” my father replied. “He had no objection.” 

“Then, Mede, my brother, you may examine me intimately, but this extreme of modification is not what I would commend to you.” 

“Thank you, Poal.” Leaning close, he put a hand on my arm, then kissed my cheek. “It is what I wish to undergo, what I wish to become, but thank you for your concern.” Mede beamed a smile as I stood and he began to examine me carefully.

“Where and when will he be modified, father?” I asked. “Where my cousins were ..?”

“At a secure location, Poal. He will be in the care of a team with an excellent record. They are vouched for, and did the modifications to your cousins.” Pausing, my father watched as Mede made a careful and gentle examination of my penis and scrotum and my perineum. “I am to deliver him to the modifiers immediately we leave here.”

Very gently, Mede began his examination as I stood, my legs slightly apart and my arms at my sides to allow him full access. His gentle touch was quite erotic, especially in the more intimate areas such as my modified perineum.

“I note the area between your legs is very large and appears swollen.” Mede said from where his hand explored behind my scrotum. “Why is that?”

“Partly because you are stimulating me there,” I said, aware my parent had moved to stare out of the window. “The root of a man’s penis lies there, in this modified state it has to be much larger to support the bulk of the shaft and glans.” I grinned. “And the modification gives you something very much akin to a woman’s clitoris there — it is very responsive to having a penis in your man pussy …”

My father coloured as I said this. I continued, “This helmet controls your emotions, but it also controls your urge to ejaculate. You can’t ejaculate unless the helmet is deactivated.”

His examination now complete, Mede stood, grinning. 

“It’s amazing, Papa. Thank you Poal.” Flinging his arms round me, he hugged me again. “I can’t wait to be as beautifully modified as you are.” Glancing at my father, he added to me, “Poal, you are my hero. You’ve accepted this sentence as no one else would have, you’ve endured it, and you’ve remained yourself. When you are released …”

“That is not for almost three more years, Mede, and it has not been easy as you will very quickly discover.” A thought rose in my mind. “Father, would you permit Mede to discover exactly what I offer a client? He should know what he will be required to do. If you ask the PM, I’m sure he will permit it — though possibly for a payment.”

Mede was waiting, already naked, his erection eager, when the Master delivered me, lightly restrained, and prepared as for a client, to the dungeon suite. The suite, like all the suites used by CRPs, was equipped with a range of bondage furniture — the ‘restricted’ is not just a reference to our inability to ejaculate — and a variety of appliances for clients to fit to our anatomy or use on us, or secure us in, is provided in every suite in which we ‘entertain’ clients. Mede had obviously taken time to examine most of it. 

Like all my family he had a well formed penis with a very clearly defined head, and like many of us, had no prepuce. None of the CRPs did, but he, like me, had been born without one. Evidently my father had given to the PM an explanation of the reason behind Mede’s interest in his brother, and the PM smiled as he delivered me. As an ex-CRP, though not an extreme one, the PM knew what we endured and was often flexible in applying the rules.

“You are both lucky in your parent. Not many would willingly allow a son to be modified to this extreme without his having been sentenced to it, or a desperate need to raise capital.” He turned to me. “You are free to guide your brother in whatever he wishes to do with you, Poal. Enjoy your time together.”

“Thank you, PM.” I waited until the door closed, then I smiled at Mede. “Shall we begin? Do you wish to keep me restrained?” I gauged that he was almost at the point of involuntary ejaculation, so I walked closer, knelt, and took his erection straight into my mouth. 

“Oh gods …” he gasped as his cock erupted.

I sucked him dry and then struggled to my feet grinning, and kissed him, transferring some of his cum into his mouth on my tongue.

“Now I suggest you release my wrists, and place me in those stocks. Then I can offer you my mouth again, or my ‘pussy’ and you can explore my clitoris.” I grinned. “Father has paid for an hour, let’s make the most of it.”

“You’re on,” my brother grinned. “Into the stocks with you!”

“Yes, Master brother,” I replied, grinning. Positioning myself carefully, I told him, “In this device, your movement is very restricted, but you can respond to someone fucking either your face or your pussy. You can also give great head and your tits are accessible to your client.” I checked he’d fastened the neck clamp properly, and that my wrists, ankles and waist were secure. “Which would you like to do first? I’d suggest ‘head’.” I grinned up at him. “This time you’ll last a lot longer.”

He took my advice and I gave my ‘little’ brother — who was evidently far more experienced than I’d thought — what he confessed was the best ‘head’ he’d ever had. While he reloaded, I talked him through getting the best out of being used like this. By the end of the hour he’d fucked me twice, and had his cock sucked again.

“Time’s up,” the PM said as he watched Mede releasing me. “Did you learn anything?”

“Plenty!” Mede replied. “Most of all, I learned what a fantastic brother I’ve got.” His kiss took me by surprise, and was more than just a brotherly peck.

“PM, I know this is a lot to ask, and against the rules …” I hesitated, smiling at my brother. “But since my brother is soon to submit himself to the modifiers and have himself turned into a CRP as extreme as I and Alexei are.” I watched his face. “It would be good for him to meet and talk to the others, perhaps especially Alexei and Tomaz.” I paused. “Would you permit this? In our recreation room?”

“Meet with …” For a moment, the PM frowned, then he nodded. “Your father has explained your intention, and I agree, you do need to hear what the others think. Yes, I will permit this.” He held up a hand as we both made to respond. “But, you’ll have to enter it as a Poirnoi. Dressed as one, wearing the slave belt, and restrained between here and there.” He smiled. “As your brother knows that means passing through the public area, and some of my customers expect to be permitted to examine any free Poirnoi and may demand head or your pussy as a sample. Are you willing to submit to that?”

“Yes, I am willing.” Mede glanced at me, and smiled. “And I thank you for permitting that for me.”

“Your father explained to me that you are doing this because you have a lover, a former CRP himself.” The PM studied my brother as I marvelled at my father’s explanation. The PM would accept it, because he knew the family had employed Sonan. “I agree with him. You are mad.” He shrugged. “But, if you are determined to do it, then you should talk to your brother’s fellow CRPs. Wait here, I will fetch the attire of a URP,” he smiled, “the restraints and a genital pouch.” He indicated my brother’s pubic hair. “That will have to go immediately. Poirnoi are not permitted body hair. I’ll bring the unguent.”

Returning a few minutes later, the PM handed me a heavy slave belt, the leather pouch an unrestricted poirnoi wears and a poirnoi collar. Then he set to work coating my brother in the unguent.

“You will never have body hair again,” he told Mede as he wiped it away and inspected my brother’s crotch and butt carefully. “I will apply a dose of lubricant to you as well. The House is busy today and there will be clients who will want to sample you.”

“Thanks.” Mede grinned, admiring his now hairless body as the PM locked the wide cuffs to his wrists. Raising his feet he allowed the PM to fit the sandal-boots of a URP and the ankle cuffs over them.

Taking the pouch from me, the PM fitted it carefully to my brother, saying as he did so, “You have a well formed penis. This will display it well,” he added buckling the waist strap and then adjusting the side straps carefully to maximise the manner in which the thin leather embraced and displayed Mede’s genitals. “I must warn you that you will attract a lot of attention in the Public foyer.” He nodded to me. “Poal will fit your slave belt.”

“Thanks, PM.” Mede grinned at me as I secured the belt and attached his wrists to the anchor points. “Kiss me, Poal, If I am to appear as a URP for this, then I must be one …”

“Kiss him, Poal. I will permit it.” The PM fitted the wide collar to him and stood back. “Let’s go, Poirnoi.” He signalled.” Poal, one moment while I restrain you.”