The Mutant Companion

Joffrey accepts his role

The tour of the house and the gardens required far more time than Joffrey expected. The gardens were extensive and beautifully kept. For Joffrey the greatest pleasure was to be able to walk outdoors without a cumbersome smog suit, or even the lightest breathing mask.

“Do we get no pollution here, Devlin?” He asked as they strolled along a tree shaded pathway overlooking the sea.

“It has taken some years to rid the soil of pollutants, my dear, and we do, from time too time, suffer from some light pollution brought on the wind from the urban centres to the East, but fortunately, not frequently.”

It came as no surprise that all the gardeners were mutants, though most not obviously so. 

When asked, Devlin nodded. “No one, least of all the local government officials, dares challenge my authority.” He smiled. “I can be quite ruthless, you know — one has to be when you are in my position. So Fontlebois is a safe haven for those with obvious mutations, and I employ only mutants here.”

“And rescue others, my dearest Devlin.” He took his companion’s hand. “I can see that everyone I have met here loves you as much as I do, and I know those at Fontle House in Town would give their lives for you — as I would.”

“Then we must ensure you are never called upon to do so.”

The tour of the house was abandoned with the realisation that dinner was preparing and they were awaited for pre-dinner sherry in the ante-room of the dining room.

“We’ll not dress for dinner tonight, beloved,” Devlin held the door for Joffrey. “The first evening of our honeymoon we can afford to relax our usual practice I think.”

“Abandon decorum? Not dress for dinner?” Joffrey’s eyes danced with laughter. “Next you will tell me you intend to take me to our bed and ravish me as soon as we have eaten!”

“Worse!” Devlin’s grin was full of mischief. “I intend to spend the whole night making love to you, and every night — and possibly at other times — while we are here.”

Hand in hand they entered the dining room and Devlin held the chair for Joffrey, waving the footman aside. “Tonight we will enjoy our informality, my dear.” He took his own seat, thanking the footman, then grinned, winking at the smiling butler. “And possibly the rest of the fortnight if our minders will allow it.”

The dinner was delicious, beautifully prepared and served. To Joffrey the change in his situation took on a dreamlike quality as he savoured the delicious meal, enjoyed the wine, and then the after dinner stroll on the terrace, hand in hand with his lover. It was in this dreamlike state that he eventually found himself being conducted to their bedroom, and lovingly undressed as he undressed his lover.

Devlin, determined to make Joffrey’s enjoyment of their intercourse a truly special experience, put a great deal of attention into their foreplay, and when he finally entered Joffrey’s eager vagina, it felt, to Joffrey, as if he’d transcended to a new existence. Nor did his lover forget to bring his male appendage to a climax once he’d reached his own.

As before Devlin’s glans expanded at the moment of ejaculation locking him into Joffrey. As the tremors of Joffrey’s orgasms subsided, Devlin very gently moved to bring Joffrey into the scope of his arm as they lay locked together in coitus. Their mouths met in a prolonged kiss, Joffrey tightening his vagina on his lover’s shaft as he slipped his arms around him and hugged him.

“Thank you, beloved Devlin,” he whispered. “I did not think it could be better than our first … but you have shown me I was wrong.”

“My darling, I will try to make it better every time we couple.” Devlin kissed him. “Because I love you.”

Joffrey held his lover tight, unable to find adequate words, feeling his lover’s swollen organ stretching his vagina, and the warmth of the post coital surge of hormones spreading from his engorged vulva. The words seemed inadequate as a response, but they were all he had to offer. “I love you, Devlin, and only you. I’m yours, and yours alone.”

Safe in Devlin’s arms, Joffrey lay still, enjoying the sensations every movement transmitted into his crotch. How different, he thought, to what he experienced with others, especially while in the Recreation Centre. He thought of the ‘special’ trunk, and the gel he must insert. It would do in the morning he decided, after all he was not in a position to leave his lover’s embrace even if he’d wanted to. Devlin was different — very different to any of the men who’d so enjoyed using him. Devlin’s breathing slowed, became deeper and he felt his lover relaxing as sleep claimed him. Yes, as long as he dosed himself adequately with the gel, all would be well and his lunacy, as he thought of it, would be kept at bay.

He felt his lover’s glans shrinking, and then begin to slip free, the sensation sending yet another small orgasmic tremor through him. Smiling, he let sleep claim him, revelling in the feel of his lover’s body in contact with his own.

Joffrey awoke to the patter of rain against the windows. For a moment he lay still, listening to the rain — the sound of it forgotten in his years in smog bound London — and his beloved’s breathing. Then his bladder demanded attention and he slipped carefully out of bed, retrieved his special applicator in the dressing room and relieved himself. Dosing his vagina thoroughly, administering a larger than normal dose as a precaution, he made tea and carried the two cups to the bed.

Devlin was awake, and watched him approach, a smile playing in his lips, as he admired the slim waist, the well defined athletic chest and beautiful face of his lover and partner. As Joffrey turned toward him, he admired the smooth bulge of his lovers prominent vulva, the cleft slightly parted to reveal the inner lips hiding the small penis hiding within them. “I think I’m in heaven,” he said. “The most beautiful creature has arrived, naked, bearing two cups of tea …” 

Smiling, Joffrey carefully placed the tea on the night table, then leaned down to kiss his lover. “Thank you, Devlin, for that lovely compliment, but I disagree — it is I that is in heaven. I have you to love me, I have lost my shame at my mutation, and,” He twitched the bed covers aside and admired his lover’s rampant member, “I think I am about to have my beloved impale me once again.”

Devlin laughed. “How did you guess?” He moved to allow Joffrey to straddle him. “I warn you, my dearest, this could keep us in bed all day …”

Reaching behind him, Joffrey guided his lover’s erection to the now gaping opening of his vagina, and carefully descended onto it, biting his lip as it stretched him, until Devlin was fully inside him. Then he placed his hands on Devlin’s shoulders, and smiled. “Good.” He flexed his hips slowly, his muscular vagina gripping his lover’s shaft, massaging it gently. “Because, my dearest, I warned you that once we coupled I would need controlling …”

Devlin smiled. “We both do, my love.” He pulled Joffrey down into an embrace. “Peter will arrange it if we need it.”

Joffrey shuddered and bit his lip as the first small orgasm gripped him. This was the best part of having both male and female attributes, and the part that had been hardest to deny himself when he’d escaped the Recreation Centre’s regime. Now he used all the tricks his trainers had taught him to maximise his own pleasure while ensuring Devlin was treated to a coital experience like no other. He risked a descent into the sort of coital mindlessness his conditioning had induced to make him completely compliant to whatever the clientele had wanted, but this was different. He wanted to give Devlin the greatest pleasure imaginable.

He’d have to hope his having dosed himself with the special gel devised to help him control and defeat the conditioning would prevent its taking full control. 

Below him, Devlin thrust his hips, riding the waves of pleasure, seeking release of the pressure building in his groin, and yet not. Trying to prolong the pleasure and give to Joffrey as much pleasure — more if possible — than he was himself experiencing. Ever since puberty had rendered it impossible to hide the impact of his mutation, he’d been very careful of having any penetrative sex, and not simply because of the manner in which his penis ‘locked’ him into a partner. Regular sexual intercourse induced in him a hormonal surge, which could be largely controlled, but sometimes, if he was careless, he would need to be restrained until the hormones were rebalanced. At least here, at Fontlebois Holme, Peter was at hand to apply the restraints and administer the necessary medication. He’d have to show Joffrey …

Well, all he could hope was that Joffrey would be able to cope with him in that state. He surrendered to his lover’s massaging pussy, feeling his glans expanding as the pressure to ejaculate built within him. He changed his grip on Joffrey’s hips, sliding his arms round the younger man’s waist. He heard himself cry out as his glans exploded in pleasure, now at its maximum expansion as his spunk flooded into the eager vagina engulfing him. 

Joffrey felt the flood and heard the cry. Involuntarily he tightened his vagina, gripping the pulsating head and revelling in the sensation in his own groin as he was gripped by orgasm after orgasm. He could feel the mindless gulf opening to suck him down, realising Devlin was struggling with his own. He forced himself to focus, slipping his arms under Devlin, he hugged him, his mouth nibbling his lover’s ear. 

“Resist the gulf my darling. Fight it. Help me fight my own! Together we can defeat this. Together we must defeat it …”

“Oh, Joffrey, you don’t know …”

“I do know, my love.” He kissed Devlin as the most powerful orgasm he could remember gripped him. “I must fight …” He gasped.  “And so must you, my beloved Devlin. Only then can we live as we must and enjoy …” 

Devlin shuddered, and Joffrey felt a fresh flood of spunk filling his already stretched vagina. It steadied him. Helping him draw back from the brink of his desire to surrender, to once more be just a sexual toy for those who enjoyed his body in this way.

“Fill me with your sperm, beloved. Release it. I am your receptacle now, we are joined, one in our affliction and one in our pleasure.” Rising on his knees he smiled as he felt to swollen glans lodge against his pelvic arch. “Together we can and will overcome the demons of our past, and of our mutations, my beloved.” He leaned back. “Help me, Devlin, you know what I need now …”

Smiling, Devlin found the rigid member. “Yes, my darling Joffrey. You are right.”

A late breakfast, brought to their bedroom by a footman, refreshed them. “Now, my dear,” Devlin said as he admired Joffrey’s impeccable outfit. “Since the weather shows no sign of improvement, a tour of the house seems the most sensible activity!”

“I should like that, Devlin.” He sighed. “I feel so much at home here already, and I must get to know the people here as well.”

Devlin laughed. “And they, you. My dear, Peter — or Petra as he is officially — is the key. He is now the Housekeeper, but was my Nurse, Nanny and tutor.” He paused, his face serious. “And sometimes my — ah — physician when I need my ‘special’ treatments.”  

Joffrey considered this, nodding. “I hope I may meet his approval, Devlin. As for the rest, when you wish to, confide in me the nature of this ‘special’ treatment. It may be that we share something of this problem and can help one another.”

“In due time, my dear.” Devlin took his lover’s hand. “Now let us see the house, it has some secrets to reveal, so let us commence!”

Devlin was not exaggerating. The house was old and large. It had been enlarged several times giving it some odd corners and three enclosed yards. He was surprised to discover that the house was heated by extracting heat from the ground deep below the house, and using that to heat the rooms instead of the more usual fireplaces in each room — something he’d noticed on arrival being the absence of any fires in any room. 

“No need of them, my dear. We have an engine house — it generates the electrical power we use — but the chimney is fitted with your device, and a refinement of my own. As a result the gasses that are released from it are minimal.” Devlin explained how the smoke produced in the furnaces was recirculated, filtered, particles and condensates removed, and the waste heat used to supplement the heating system, supply hot water for bathing and the kitchens — and heat a swimming pool.

One of the courtyards had been roofed over with glazing and now housed the swimming pool.

“Do you swim, my love?”

“I used to love it as a child, but since …” Joffrey left the sentence unfinished. 

“Ah.” Devlin squeezed his hand. “Well here we are completely private, and I love to swim, so I hope you will feel comfortable joining me in that activity.”

Returning the grip, Joffrey smiled. “I shall look forward to doing so, Devlin.”

“Excellent. Now, I’m famished. Shall we take some lunch?” Devlin reached for a speaking tube. “In the small breakfast room? It has some lovely views, even in the rain.”

Joffrey sought out the Housekeeper, officially Mistress Petra Culdrose, and was invited to join him in the private suite he occupied in the North Wing. 

“I hope I’m not importuning you, Mistress …”

“Nonsense, Mr Joffrey.” The housekeeper was tall, wore an ankle length dress of soft leather topped by a stylish puffed sleeve blouse with the bustier style bodice over it. The absence of breasts was accentuated by the cut of the bodice, which tended to accentuate the masculinity of the wearer. “Since you are Devlin’s Countess, if I may put it so, you can never importunate. Please sit down. Some tea perhaps?”

“Thank you.” Joffrey sat, grinning at the thought of being called a ‘Countess’. “Some tea would be very good and please just call me Joffrey, I feel it would be more appropriate given your standing here and in Devlin’s life.”

“Very well, Joffrey. But then I insist you address me as Peter.” He poured the tea, and passed a cup to Joffrey. “I think I should explain something at the outset. You and I are both victims of a similar mutation, but where you are a man with a woman’s genitals, I am a woman, who developed a male appendage instead of breasts as I grew up — hence my escaping detection as a mutant.” She smiled. “When necessary, I wear some realistic prosthetic breasts, but, frankly, they can be a nuisance.”

Despite himself, Joffrey laughed. “I beg pardon, I do not laugh at your finding the prosthetics uncomfortable — I have the same problem, though in a different location, and it can be most uncomfortable!”

Peter laughed heartily. “I can well imagine. Well, here you have no need of the thing at all.”

By the time he left the Housekeeper’s company, Joffrey knew he had a friend and ally in Peter. He rejoined Devlin in the library feeling that he was safe and very much a part of the household around Devlin. He joined his lover and partner in the small study they’d made their own in a playful mood.

“Beloved, Peter says I am now your Countess.” He kissed his lover on the cheek. “Do you wish me to dress as one?”

Surprised, Devlin studied him. “You are indeed my Countess, Joffrey. That ring you wear proclaims it. Do you wish to dress as a woman? Would you do it if I wanted you to?”

“My darling, if you wish it, I will.” Joffrey paused. “For you I would do anything.” He grinned naughtily. “With the right dresses, I could be more readily available for your relief and enjoyment.”

Devlin smiled. “My darling Joffrey, I love you as you are. So my answer is in the negative. However, if you wish to adopt feminine garb it will not change anything of how I feel for you.”

Joffrey kissed him, his arms slipping round his lover’s waist. “Thank you, beloved Devlin. My manhood is precious to me despite my obvious deficiency, but for you, and for you alone, I would adopt the attire in keeping with my role as your ‘wife’ if you wished it.”

“Then we may be easy on that head, dearest Countess Joffrey.” Devlin grinned. “You’ve no need to dress for the role, you fill it admirably as you are.”