The Mutant Companion

by PCLatex

30 Jul 2019 639 readers Score 9.2 (15 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Into the Future

Stepping from the shower, Joffrey wrapped himself in the soft bathsheet and began to dry himself off. His swollen crotch still ‘blushed’, the outer lips swollen, the inner labia sensitive to the touch and his minuscule penis was still semi-tumescent as he patted the sensitive tissues dry. His skin felt aglow, and he felt alive in a way he’d not experienced since his teens. Devlin had given him the coital experience he’d thought impossible since his escape from the Recreation Centre.

Now he would need the contents — or at least some items — of the trunk atop his wardrobe. Taking it down, he opened it, removed a rather strange applicator, and a glass tube of gel. Inserting this into the applicator, he inserted the dildo-like applicator into his vagina, and pressed the plunger. He shivered as the cool gel flooded into his intimate tunnel, waited briefly, then carefully withdrew it. Removed the empty vial, cleaned the insertion, and carefully packed it away. Then he took out a very elastic pantie girdle, fixed an absorbent liner to the leather gusset and stepped into it. 

It was tighter than he remembered, and moulded to his pudenda, but wearing it was essential until the gel absorption steadied his libido. He dressed in his habitual pantaloons, shirt, waistcoat, house boots and cutaway jacket, tied his cravat, and walked back to Devlin’s suite to assist his lover and now partner, complete his own toilette.

Devlin smiled as Joffrey entered, “Do you know, my dear, I don’t think I have ever complimented you on your sense of style, your appearance, or your charm?”

Holding Devlin’s jacket so he could slip his arms into it, Joffrey smiled. “I think you have just done so, Devlin.” He chuckled. “At least that’s how I choose to interpret having spent almost an hour attached to you at the crotch — a compliment I hope you will pay me again." 

Laughing, Devlin turned, his arms slipping around his lover’s waist. “You may count on it, my dear.” He drew something from his waistcoat pocket. “Hold out your left hand, my love. I have something I want you to wear from this moment on.”

Joffrey obeyed, wondering what Devlin had in mind. 

“This ring was my mother’s signet. I want you to have it as a token of my love for you, and of your status as my partner, lover and companion.” He slipped the ring onto Joffrey’s third finger. “From now on, my dearest Joffrey, we are joined. A couple; equals in everything, partners in everything.”

Joffrey stared at the ring. Solid gold, a device cut deeply into the lozenge shaped seal, the band masculine in its width and depth. He felt the tears start in his eyes as Devlin embraced him. “Oh, Devlin, I’n not … I can’t … You know what I am conditioned to be …”

“I know all that, my darling, and I am still taking you as my lover and life partner. Together we will break the conditioning, and together we will sustain each other. I know your mutation comes with a difficult price, but so does mine. You said earlier, that you thought we were made for each other. I think perhaps we were.” He kissed Joffrey tenderly. “And now, my dearest, Konrad and the others are waiting for us downstairs, and I have asked that they prepare a very special lunch for us. Let’s go and eat it before it is spoiled.”

Dabbing his eyes, Joffrey protested, “I don’t deserve …”

“Nonsense, Joffrey. Now come on, I want everyone to see how happy you make me, and, I hope, how happy you are to be my lover.”

Despite himself, Joffrey laugh. “One look at my groin should tell the world the answer to that, my beloved Devlin! I’m in heaven, a state I never ever dreamed I could attain.” Sobering, very aware of how his trousers moulded to his swollen vulva, he said, “Perhaps I ought to wear one of my prosthetics. Being close to you makes certain parts of me make my desire rather obvious.”

Devlin chuckled. “Nonsense, my dear. Show it off, haven’t you noticed the effect you have on me?” He indicated the taut cloth of his own crotch. “I’ve had to don my heaviest chastity restraint to control myself in your company — and our people will recognise it. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing to fear from anyone here.”


Devlin was right. They were greeted by all the staff in the dining hall, with Konrad himself leading Joffrey to a specially laid table, and seating him beside Devlin. “Welcome to your rightful place, Mr Joffrey. May I be the first to offer my congratulations, and our hope that you and his lordship enjoy a long and very happy relationship?” he leaned forward slightly as he eased the chair into place and Joffrey noticed it was equipped with a divided seat. “I think you’ll find this style of seat more comfortable at the moment. It will not press upon you as a normal one does.”

Joffrey swallowed. “Quite so, Konrad. Thank you.”

Konrad smiled as Devlin leaned across and whispered, “I use a similar seat, my dearest, necessary when I am wearing this particular restraint.”

Joffrey blushed and giggled. “It’s perfect, beloved. Konrad is right, sitting when I am - er -excited, can be uncomfortably stimulating.”

“I guessed it might be,” Devlin squeezed his hand. “Now let’s eat.”

“Let’s — before I wake up and realise I’m dreaming all of this!”

“If it’s a dream, we’re both having it, my dearest.” Devlin waited while the footman placed the entree´ in front of his lover. “Tomorrow we go to Fontelbois Holme so you can meet my childhood nurse. Peter suffers the same affliction as yourself. He taught me how to hide mine, and how to enjoy what I am.” He indicated the smiling footman. “As have they all in the time I have spent searching for my perfect lover and partner — you.”

Joffrey stared, then smiled. “Then I hope you will teach me, my love.” He paused. “Did they warn you of my conditioning for the Recreation Centre? Sometimes I like …”

Devlin chuckled. “Take a close look at the arms of your chair, my dear. And at mine.”

Joffrey looked. “Oh.”

“Sometimes, my dear, I need to be restrained as well. Konrad knows this and the signs.”

Joffrey smiled. “Then I shall hope I may be your focus on those occasions — and that Konrad trusts me with the knowledge of what you need.”


The journey to Fontlebois Holme was slightly delayed by their having engaged in intercourse, but the delay was ultimately of little consequence. A smog had settled once more over the city, but Devlin’s commodious self-propelled road yacht conveyed them to the waiting train. The journey passed pleasantly, and once out of the smog zone, it was possible to see a little of the country.

“The pollution will take years of work to reduce,” Devlin remarked as they passed through an area of stunted woodland. “The soil is acidic to the point of infertility, and the remnants of the pesticides render it almost unusable.” He stared out at the passing scene. “I believe it can be changed, but at present there is no political desire to do so.”

“It can be changed, Devlin. Your process for the recovery of minerals from the soil could be adapted to extract, or at least reduce the contamination.” Joffrey considered. “It would require a ‘scrubbing’ process, but that could be easily added.” He smiled. “The flaw in my idea is that it would need a giant machine, and the power for it would, I fear, using coal, would create as large a problem in the atmosphere as we already have.”

“You’re right, unless …” Devlin frowned in concentration. “Unless it can be powered by using what it recovers as a fuel, or as part of its fuel …”

The rest of the journey passed in earnest discussion of ideas to make possible what would surely be a giant machine to tackle a truly huge task in cleaning up a world on the brink of becoming uninhabitable due to the unrestrained use of coal and other dirty fuels to generate power. Though that, in itself, was a problem, a bigger problem was that almost sixty percent of all arable land was now so loaded with toxic herbicides, pesticides and fallout from the atmospheric smog as to be unusable.

Their arrival at the point at which the road yacht could leave its special train carriage and proceed to Fontlebois was almost unnoticed they were so deep in discussion.


Joffrey had not, until now, visited Fontlebois, and now it almost took his breath away. The old house stood in splendid isolation at the end of a long road, near the very tip of a wide peninsula. A formal garden in front of it, was matched by a beautifully landscaped park on either side and behind it, with the sea just visible on either side.

“Welcome to our home, beloved Joffrey.” Devlin smiled as he held out a hand to assist Joffrey from the road ship. “Here we’ve no need of smog suits, and we are surrounded by those like us, the outcasts of society.”

“It’s so beautiful!” Joffrey stared around him. “How can you bear to leave this to live in the confines of the anti-smog dome at Fontle House?”

“With difficulty, my dearest!” Devlin stopped the surprised Joffrey into his arms. “And now I shall carry you over the threshold of our home!”

Laughing, Joffrey put his arms around his lover and submitted to being carried into the entrance hall. Landing on his feet as Devlin lowered him, Joffrey found himself surrounded by smiling staff. A large ‘woman’ stepped forward. “Welcome to Fontlebois, my dear. It is such a pleasure to see his lordship so happy!”

Tears stinging his eyes unexpectedly, Joffrey, swallowed. “Thank you … I’m not sure I deserve such praise, after all, Devlin has given me so much …”

“Rubbish, Joffrey.” Devlin’s arms slipped around his lover’s waist, and addressed the woman. “Peter, now you see what I’ve had to overcome — he never accepts that he is special, intelligent, loving …” He kissed, Joffrey. “Welcome home, beloved.”

Laughing, Peter took Joffrey’s hand. “Let me introduce everyone, Mr Joffrey. I see his lordship has put his mother’s signet on your hand. She would approve fully.” He squeezed gently. “We are all mutants as Devlin has told you, and all so deeply in his or his mother’s debt …” The introductions passed in a whirl, then Joffrey found himself being conducted upstairs to join Devlin. 

“A shower, change and we can then enjoy our evening meal, my dearest.” Devlin embraced him. “I have another small gift for you this evening, and tomorrow I will show you the house and gardens.”

Embracing his lover, Joffrey kissed long and deeply as Devlin responded. “My darling,” he whispered. 


Devlin’s ‘small gift’ proved to be a wallet of patent certificates and shares in a company now manufacturing Joffrey’s Patent Volatiles Recovery Unit and Air Cleanser. “Congratulations, my dearest,” Devlin watched Joffrey’s reaction. “You are now a very wealthy man in your own right. Your invention may yet prove to be the salvation of our civilisation!”

For several seconds Joffrey stared at the certificates, his heart in his mouth and racing. He almost missed a final, smaller, certificate, a legal registration, declaring the Joffrey Wantage and Devlin Pfeiffer de Vire MacChoiligh, 16th Earl of Fontelbois, were hereby joined in civil partnership. “But, Devlin …” he managed. “This is a fortune! I knew you were patenting my ideas, and turning them into reality, but this …” He swallowed again. "And this ... you have made me your," he searched for the right term, "Your 'wife' in Civil Law." 

“Is your dowery, my darling. No matter what happens in future — and I hope nothing should ever separate us — that is yours. Call it your independence if you like, but the income from that, or the proceeds should you sell any part of it is entirely yours.” Devlin smiled. "And do you not wish to be my 'wife'?"

Stunned, Joffrey stared at the folder. "I can think of no state I would like more, my dearest, but do we not need ..?" 

Devlin laughed. "Usually, yes, we would have to attend a Magistrate together, but given our circumstances, I felt it might be best to avoid publicity, so I arranged it thus. We can have a proper ceremony, if you wish it, here, in private and with only those we know and love in attendance."

Hestitating, Joffrey nodded. "Yes, you are right." He smiled. "You do me far greater honour than I deserve, Devlin. Yes, we should have a ceremony, perhaps with my mother in attendance?" He carefully restored the documents to the wallet, closed it and placed it on the table. “Devlin, I have nothing to give you in return, but myself.” He smiled, struggling with his churning emotions. “And so I do. Whatever I am, is yours, whatever I have, is yours.” His arms embraced his lover, and their mouths met. “I was yours almost from the moment we met, my beloved ‘husband’, master, lover. I am yours.”

Returning the embrace and the kiss, and conscious of his arousal, Devlin whispered, “And all that I am and all I have is yours, beloved Joffrey.” Drawing a little apart, he smiled. “Now let me show you your new home.” He laughed. “If we do not, it will be tomorrow before either of us is able to I think.”

Joffrey, chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes. “So I feel, my beloved, and I am willing to be coupled to you in that most pleasurable manner at any time you desire it.”

“And I to you, beloved, but I suggest we should save such pleasure for this evening.” Kissing his lover, Devlin took him by the hand. “Come with me, we have a lot to see before dinner. The garden first I think.”