An unplanned life

Chapter 8

Mede begins his journey

Mede walked beside the PM looking magnificent in the moulded thin leather pouch that showed off his genitals. This, the heavy rubber slave belt with his wrists attached at his rear, and the thick collar that proclaimed him an unrestricted Poirnoi and his youthful good looks drew a lot of attention as he walked. He’d not had much body hair to start with, and now he had none. As the PM had warned him, we were both stopped several times by customers, and Mede submitted meekly to their very intimate examination as if he was one of the poirnoi. I marvelled at the manner he submitted meekly to even the most intimate contact from the customers in the foyer.

“Is this one available to sample?” A well dressed man asked the PM, stopping us. “My son wishes to try this pleasure.”

“He is, sir, but not for a full session, he is booked to a client and must still be prepared. He may give an introductory coupling in the alcove there.” The PM indicated one of the booths URs were assigned for non-reserved encounters.

“We’ll take it.” Pushing a youth no older than Mede forward, the man proffered a payment. 

“This is your son’s first visit?” The PM steered Mede to the booth, drawing me with them. He smiled as the youth confirmed this. “Then you may have this without payment, since you are enjoying your first engagement. What do you wish to experience from him?”

I had been right in my guess that Mede was already experienced. He gave the youth the ‘head’ he wanted, thanked him meekly and then submitted to a fresh demand to sample his beautiful butt. He gave head twice more in our passage through the foyer and his pussy was subjected to another fucking before we reached the exit. During this I submitted to being examined by interested clients who could not afford my services, but my attention was on how my brother was coping — and it was clear he enjoyed it.

At the entrance to our recreation room, the PM stopped us to release our wrists. 

“You’ve no clients until late evening, Poal,” he said softly. “I shall leave your brother in your care until it is time for you to have your balls drained.” He addressed Mede. “You did very well, there will always be a place here for you if you wish it. You should witness the procedure for relieving a CRP of his cum as well. Your parent will collect you after that at the alternate entrance to this Poirnoirium. I shall take you there when it is time.”

“Thank you, PM,” I said. “You are generous.”

“Nonsense. Your family have supported you, and have been generous to me and to some of our former CRPs, and your brother needs to know exactly what he will become when he submits to this.” He smiled. “He’s a natural Poirnoi, and you are both very fortunate, if there were more families like yours …” 

As he departed, I said, “If I did not know better, brother, I would say you have been trained to this already.”

“I have been, selectively, with our cousins.” He grinned. “I began to prepare for it as soon as I saw you crossing the market after your certification. Sonan has been training me in the skills I will need. I want this, beloved Poal. Now introduce me to your fellow CRPs.”

Alexei and Tomaz stared as we approached them. It took mere minutes to introduce Mede, but far longer for him to explain why he was there. He used the story my father had given, that his lover was a former CRP and he wished to be the same. Their surprise turned to incredulity, but they answered all his questions without hesitation — even the more intimate ones. 

Both had to leave us to service clients, and my brother and I argued over the wisdom of his choice. Then the PM summoned us both, explaining as he secured Mede in the slave belt.

“I spoke to your parent and he has agreed to allow you to witness what a CRP needs to have at least twice a day.” He smiled. “I must induce an ejaculation in him or he will eventually suffer a serious problem in his scrotum and prostate. You will need this as well. Follow me. Once it is done, I will take you to where your father is waiting.”

The PM prolonged the induction, gauging it perfectly so that my brother understood what it was like to be immobilised and to be induced to cum in this manner. Then the PM released me, and had Mede insert himself into the inducer. This meant having to adjust the induction tube for an un-encased and normal sized penis, but it still brought my brother to a gasping climax very rapidly. He’d watched my induced ejaculation breathless, and aroused. Quietly, while the PM was away, he confessed that he’d had a spontaneous ejaculation watching, and then the inducer had brought him to a second within minutes when he’d thought he couldn’t. 

I kissed him as the PM waited to convey him, still dressed as a Poirnoi, to where my father waited. “Good luck, little brother.” I said, adding softly while the PM waited out of the room, “I hope your embassy is successful and I look forward to seeing you when you are complete and ready for your task.” Kissing him again, I grinned. “I have a feeling you are already someone’s well trained Poirnoi.”

“Not yet, but I am learning … I will see you soon, beloved Poal.” Mede hugged me. “The PM has agreed to allow me to take a place here, to gain experience of what to expect.” He kissed me tenderly. “See you soon, my beloved and generous brother.” He grinned. “And you are right, I am a Poirnoi at heart, and always was.”

Alone in the inducing chamber, I waited for the PM’s return, my thoughts in a whirl. What really lay behind this ‘embassy’. Why had my father consented to Mede’s participation? He never did anything without good reason, and always having considered it very carefully. I had no answers and Mede had been vague, deliberately so. No matter, in about four weeks, he’d be here as a CRP for a short while at least.

“I think your brother is mad, but he is determined.” The PM startled me. “We have two hours before your clients arrive, my friend, and I need some relief myself.”

“At your service, PM.” I smiled. “Willingly. How would you like to enjoy me?” 

“Restrained.” He laughed. “I know you like the couch, so we’ll use that.” 

Settling myself, I waited while he strapped me to the couch, then he lubricated me and positioned himself between my raised legs, his modified and well shaped penis positioned to enter my pussy. “Enjoy me, PM. Fill me with your pleasure … and thank you for allowing my brother …”

His penis entered my opening and I smiled. He felt good inside me, his enlarged ‘head’ and the long hard shaft supporting it felt completely different to that of an unmodified client, and having, himself, been a Poirnoi, he knew how to make excellent use of it for himself and for me.

The weeks following Mede’s visit were busier than usual. I seemed to be in constant demand, and my recorders captured many sensitive conversations, and a lot of gossip, much of it extremely damaging to the Constanz Familias, their allies and their rivals. Entering the recreation room after a busy session, and still filled with the cum of a client and his several friends, I stopped in surprise. It took me a few seconds to recognise the glans headed Adonis who stood to greet me, his sculpted physique enhanced by the metal cuffs on his forearms, his lower legs and the shining metal covering his genitals, beautifully shaped breasts and head.

“When did you get here?” I asked as Mede stood, showing off his magnificent penis, as thick and long as my own, his scrotum displayed below in its rigid case. His chest sported small breasts encased in beautifully formed metal cups, and his head, like mine, Alexei and Tomaz, encased in the glans shaped ‘helmet’. Like ours, his face was metalised. 

“An hour ago, brother. You were busy with your clients.” He smiled. “And I am to remain here, until the embassy departs in five weeks.” Pausing, he asked, “Do you like me in this manifestation?”

“Mede, brother, no! I don’t like you like this. I love the new you!” I smiled. “I love you in any form, and like this you are magnificent. The question is do you like it?” Throwing caution to the winds, I embraced him and kissed him firmly on his living metal lips, our metallised organs meeting and holding us apart. I’d been ‘busy’ alright, my butt was going to be loaded with my latest client’s semen for a couple of hours. He and his companions had been like rutting bulls. What Mede had said sank in. “You’re here for five weeks? Serving clients?”

“Yes. I’m here to experience this remember. In five days I must be certified. The PM says that until then I will be displayed and bookings taken for my first clients.” He glanced at Tomaz and Alexei. “I’m counting on you guys to make sure I give satisfaction.” Glancing at us, he replied, “And, for the record, I love being like this!”

We laughed. “You’ll learn. You don’t ‘give’ it, your clients take what they want from you and turn you into a toy filled with their cum.”

The PM signalled from the door and Tomaz smiled. “Your spell in the display is about to start, Mede. Don’t delay.”

We watched him walk to the door and stop to have his wrists secured.

“Does he know what to expect?” Alexei shook his head. “He chooses to be like this? We tried to tell him when the PM let him talk to us, but he wouldn’t listen …”

“If he doesn’t, he’ll soon learn, as we have …” Pouring myself a drink, I took the seat Mede had vacated. “All I know is that he is to accompany an ambassador my father knows and trusts — and that it required someone modified and certified as a restricted poirnoi for the task. He has told me nothing and neither has my parent.” I shrugged. “I think he’s mad, but then I think I am as well.” I grinned, adding, “My last client brought his friends. I must have at least a gallon of their cum inside my pussy and as for what I swallowed …”

The Prince Vulpis was creative. I was strapped to a frame, my head close to the floor, gagged and blindfolded, with my legs raised and spread wide so he had full access to my ‘pussy’, my perineum, scrotum and, of course, my rigid cock. He and his two companions now used a vibrator on my perineum, inducing waves of orgasmic tremors in me, then they focused on my rigid member in it’s metal prison. This was pleasant, but not arousing for me and it did, at least, give me a chance to regain at least some semblance of thought. 

“Insert the plug.” I heard the prince say. “And turn the vibration to maximum. These CRPs can’t ejaculate, but they certainly reach a point very close to it.” He laughed. “It is supposed to be immensely frustrating for them. I like to see them writhing and straining for the unattainable.”

I felt the ‘plug’ enter. It was large and oddly shaped. Then they started it. The Prince was not wrong. It took me a long way past the point an ejaculation should have happened. It was a titanic struggle between my desire to do so and the helmet’s ability to block the signal. I writhed in my bonds, I begged in the gag, I strained to expel the thing — and still it went on.

When it stopped, I was a drooling semi-conscious and mindless sexual organ. I felt the plug withdrawn and then moaned as someone began to fuck me. At the angle I was lying, his thrusting penis hit my prostate and several other trigger zones. It was a relief to feel him shoot his load. Then the torture started again.

It was midnight when the PM finally released me and, with Tomaz help, returned me to my cell and couch. I felt a gentle kiss, and heard the whispered, “You did well, Poal, the Prince was in an angry mood tonight and took it out on you and his companions. You have no clients tomorrow. It’s your rest day. Sleep well.”