Deviant Island

The Fall of the Diaconate

There are only two places the island could safely be entered from the sea. The small landing used by the Diaconate’s Deviant Finder transporters, and the second, a well guarded sea cave on the opposite side of the island, used by the Liberan traders. Our Chair facility was close to this and very secure. It was a rule that anyone brought here came hooded and blindfolded, a rule most found amusing and enjoyable — and accepted the reasons for the security.

Trader Orwen’s sleek ‘yacht’ lay alongside the quay the traders had built inside the huge cavern. It looked remarkably like a giant whale, though the lines were rather spoiled by the open hatches. As we approached, the rubber encased figure of Owain emerged from one of the openings and hurried toward us.

“At last,” he grasped our hands. “Step aboard, Orwen has everything ready for you.” Moving between us he put his arms round our waists. “I’ve never really thanked you guys for giving me this gift of being able to be just like you.”

“Thank us?” Dan sounded surprised. Then he laughed. “Nothing to thank us for. “You’re enjoying life like this?”

“You bet I am.” Owain hugged us to him. “You should see the looks I get when Orwen and I go ashore in in Culpa. Hey, there’s an idea, we can take you there and let you see our villa.”

The yacht’s interior was luxurious, but at the same time functional.

“Why the whale shape?” I asked. “Is this ship submersible?”

“Amusing, isn’t it?” Owain laughed. “It was my idea. We needed a submersible vessel that could enter and leave places where our business might attract the wrong sort of attention from people like the Diaconate’s patrols — and, of course, to visit places like this undetected.” He waved at the seats and a tray of refreshments. “Help yourselves.” Taking a tall glass himself, he sat. “So I designed this ship — the Cetacean. The hull is covered in a similar material to a whale’s skin.” He grinned. “Made of the same stuff we’re wearing. Like you, I’m not just a fetish sex doll, Orwen and I run an organisation with shipping moving materials and goods around the world.”

A gentle tone began to sound, and Owain touched a small key pad on his wrist.

“Are our guests aboard, my dear?” The voice was that of Trader Orwen.

“All safely aboard, my love, what’s happening?” Owain responded.

“The situation in the Diaconate is very confused. They attempted to seize a party of refugees on Liberan territory and were repulsed, the same happened a little later in the Queendom. Both government’s have sent ultimatums.” Orwen paused and we could hear discussions in the background. “The Deviant patrols have suppressed what they are calling a riot in Deaconsville, and the Citadel of the Deacons has been set on fire — they claim by ‘deviants’ attempting to destroy the “purity of the faithful”. The Deviant Finder General has actually named his son and his deviant partner as the ringleaders and has vowed to do whatever is necessary to bring them to ‘justice’.”

“That’ll be pretty difficult,” Dan cut in. “Especially as we are already as deviant as the Chair could make us. What’ll he do? Give us another four hours in it?” He stood up. “I’ve had enough of his bullshit. Is there nothing we can do to counter his crap?”

“Yes, there is. And we’re putting things in motion.” Orwen’s voice paused. “Owain will keep you and the other Sixty-fourers safe until we’ve got things under control. We’ll be in contact as soon as we have things settling.” He paused again. “Oh, one more thing, Cetacean II is on it’s way with four more of you six-fours our rescue squad found in the Citadel. They’ll be with you in an hour or so. Make them welcome, they’ve been through hell …”

“We will, beloved.” Owain glanced at us. “And take care. Remember I love you and need you back.”

Events moved very rapidly and it was obvious that a lot of what was happening in the Diaconate had been in preparation for a long time. First we were joined by the rescued quartet from the Citadel. They were, as Orwen suggested, in a bad way. The Chair process required the input of one or more four hour converts, and the Deviant Finders had been processing victims almost back to back …

The arrival of Piotr, Mike, Adrian, Xavier and Anton aboard at least gave us some assistance and ensured we all got our needs seen to while the newcomers recovered. Roger was conspicuous by his absence.

“He’s checking all the defence systems, and Tristan and George are making sure that everything is covered,” Piotr explained. “I wonder if the DFG’s mob remember that before Roger and I were condemned, that Roger was Commander of the Citadel Defence Regiment.” He shrugged. “Probably not. That was almost forty years ago.”

“Forty years?” I gasped. “But we thought you guys were only about five years older than us!”

“It does look that way, doesn’t it?” Piotr paused. “The Chair slows down the ageing process enormously. We don’t know how or why, and we don’t really know how long we’ll live. Both of us were in our mid-thirties then, so technically we are now in our old age.” He shrugged. “According to Doc Mervin we could last another forty years.” He looked wistful. “We can’t complain, physically we’re not much older than we were when were condemned to the Chair for four hours.” He laughed. “And those that condemned us are now aged and decrepit — if they’re still alive.”

I reached for Dan’s hand. “So, if I understand you, Dan and I have been here three years — three years since we were condemned, and we were twenty-five-ish then.” I did a mental calculation. “And you’ve been here forty and still look about thirty …” I turned to Dan. “I guess we’re going to be together a long, long time, my love.” Pulling him toward me, I kissed him firmly. “Remember when we arrived? You were apologising and begging my forgiveness for getting us condemned to this.” I kissed him again. “And now I learn I could have to stay young and randy and tied to you for another eighty years or more …” I pulled him into a hug, our mouths crushed together. As we parted, I whispered, “And I expect to get the most fantastic sex every night and every day of it.”

For a moment he hesitated, then he grinned. “You’re on, love. We’ll enjoy every minute of it.”

We were awoken by Owain. “Roger’s called. He needs you two in the prison cavern.” He grinned as we disentangled ourselves, our morning erections standing proud. “Better deal with those first.” He laughed. “I could offer to take you both — a token of thanks for giving me this life. Oh, and Roger said, no rush, but to warn you, that the Deviant Finder General is being brought to the island. As a prisoner.”

For a moment the news of the DFG’s imminent arrival distracted us from the bit before this news. Dan caught on first.

“We could take you up on your offer, Owain. Think you can handle us both at the same time?”

“Of course.” He smiled. “What you guys didn’t know was that I had a fatal condition. The Chair was supposed to be my final wish — to live out my last years or months in a fantasy. No one realised the Chair would change that.” Owain knelt on the bed between us, his hands reaching for our rigid members. “Who wants my boyhood, and who is going to fuck my mouth?”

Together we chorussed, “You choose. And the position.”

“Okay,” he grinned. “Pat, on your back and I’ll ride you, Dan, you kneel astride his head and I’ll give you head.”

From below him I realised that I would be able to at least reach his cock head with my mouth as he rode me member. I grinned. “Hmmm, I get a double — a fuck and a suck.”

It proved to be a three way to remember. Then after our usual injection of the cleansing gel inside our suits, a quick breakfast, we were on our way to the ‘prison’ cavern.

It was packed — and silent. Every gallery crowded, and even the main floor area was ringed by more of our fellow inmates. At the centre, huddled together was a group of the Citadel Purity Guard, and a little apart, the tall figure of the Deviant Finder General. He looked tired, angry, and proud, and strikingly like my beloved Dan before his conversion in the Chair.

Roger signalled for us to advance to where he stood with Tristan confronting the DFG, and quietly we did so. I almost wanted to laugh as I felt the guards’ eyes on us and our latex bodies. The thought of their reaction if they knew my butt was still full of Owain’s cum. We were all still hooded, so the only distinction between us was the differences in our physiognomy. We gathered behind Roger and Tristan and waited.

Tristan nodded to acknowledge our presence, then addressed the DFG. “Welcome to Deviant Island, General. I wish I could say it was a pleasure to see you, but that would be dishonest of me. Some of us have looked forward to this day for a very long time. Did you know that the Chair slows down our aging? That we are all condemned to a long life in the manner you and the Deacons have made us? Or did you really think our libidos would be the death of us?” Tristan paused. “Even your own son wasn’t spared your hatred. And now you face us, your victims. Some of us the victims of your predecessor and even his predecessor.”

Watching the DFG’s face I saw the flicker of surprise, and something else. Fear perhaps?.

“Now you’ve been delivered to us and we must decide what to do with you.” Tristan paused, then indicated that Roger should speak. “Our Council has decided that those who have undergone the most extreme treatment at your hands should have the right to choose the punishment. Roger?”

“You remember me, General?” He removed his hood carefully. “You were the officer in charge of the detail that arrested me. You were the man who provided the evidence of my ‘deviance’ to the court.” He paused. “That was forty-two years ago. Forty-two years for my Adjutant and I …” He signalled Piotr. “Perhaps we ought to thank you for that. Our friendship was turned into what you termed ‘carnal lust’ and ‘abhorrence’.” He smiled as Piotr took his hand. “Instead I have had forty-two years of the most incredible love and company any man could wish for."

One by one our fellow Six-four-ers, now including the four rescued from the Citadel, stepped forward and gave their stories. Finally it was Dan’s turn. Turning first to me, he took my hand. “We’ll do this together.”

“You sure?” I nodded. “Okay.”

“Hallo, father.” Dan removed his hood and I followed his lead. “Remember us? Your son, and my friend and lover, Pat. You really threw the book at us. Did it give you satisfaction?”

“No!” The response was harsh. “I did my duty. I did what I believe was necessary to protect our faith, our society, our laws.” He met Dan’s gaze. “No, it gave me no pleasure. It gives me no pleasure to see the monster you have become.”

“The monsters YOU made us.” Dan snapped back. The silence in the cavern was oppressive. “Well, you did your duty. You gave the orders, and you certainly gave the orders that made Pat and I what we now are.” He paused, glanced at me and squeezed my hand gently. “We have to live with it. We will live with it. After three years, we’ve come to be comfortable with it. As far as I am concerned, I don’t give a shit what happens to you, to the people who did your bidding, the Deacons or the sham you called ‘society’ in the Diaconate. Pat and I know where our friends are, we know who they are. We will live out our lives without you and without having to listen to the shit you pushed about us. I don’t care what you think anymore, and I don’t care what a court or any of my friends want to do to you. I feel sorry for my sisters. For you?” Dan shrugged. “Enjoy the rest of your life.” He turned to Roger and Tristan. “May we go? I need some fresh air.”

Tristan nodded, and Dan gripped my hand. Without a word we walked to the exit, and slowly the clapping started. Both of us were in tears by the time we reached the park. We paused to replace our hoods, the sun on our sensitised skin reminding us of the need to do so, then, without a word said between us, we made our way up to the lookout point. Then we just stood in a tight embrace, each wrapped in his own thoughts as the thunder of the surf against the basalt was carried up to us on the breeze.

Eventually Dan sighed. “I guess this is where we start the rest of our lives, Pat. Everything is going to change now. A lot of the one and two hour guys will want to go back to the Diaconate. It’ll just be us Sixty-Fourers and those like us who can’t fit into ‘normal’ society left here. Think we can be happy?”

I kissed him. “Yes, I do, and we won’t be confined here. Owain and his partner have said we can visit them whenever we like, and, who knows, there will almost certainly be others who want to come and live here. Maybe even a few like Owain who want to be like us.” Kissing him again, I said, “We’re going to have a lot of fun discovering new ways to make love. I vote we make a start.”

“Ever the optimist!” He laughed, turning to face me. “Here, or somewhere more intimate?”

My hand detached his codpiece. “What do you think? Here makes a good starting point!” I grinned as his erection rose. “And I think there’s a part of you that wants to explore an intimate part of me.” I moved closer, so his erection pressed to my abdomen, and kissed his mouth gently. “Go on, my love, your fucking me got us here, so let’s start our future here the same way.”

He hesitated, then slowly smiled. “Perfect. Yes, right here, and right now.” Our mouths met in a long and tender kiss. “Thank you. You’ve kept me sane, you’ve never blamed me for … this. Thank you, my love.”

“No need, Dan.” I smiled, holding him. “I’ve loved you since we first met … and I’d do it again to have you beside me.” Turning to face the sea and the distant land, I positioned myself to receive him. The only difference between our first time, and this, our rubber sheathed bodies and the size of his penis as it opened my muscle and then slid into me. Turning my head, I kissed his cheek and whispered. “Yes, I think we’ll be very happy my love, no matter what the future brings.”