The Mutant Companion

Joffrey Suffers a Relapse

The move into Devlin’s bed brought with it more than simply a change in his status and their relationship. It brought a deep sense of belonging to Joffrey, and, to Devlin, of fulfilment. Both found themselves re-energised and flung themselves into new enterprises with enthusiasm. Joffrey’s ideas for a machine that could filter the air in cities, cleaning it and reducing the toxic nature of the pollution, absorbed all his efforts when not engaged in sharing himself with his lover.

His latest project involved the design of a large airship, a combination of flying machine and dirigible. He had great hopes for it, particularly 

Though they now shared the same bed, in fact Devlin’s wide commercial and industrial empire demanded a great deal of his time and attention. That frequently meant his absence, sometimes for a week or more. At those times Joffrey had to force himself to follow a strict discipline to ward off the sometimes almost overpowering urge to submit himself to wild sexual fetish. At these times his use of the special preparation he inserted into his vagina doubled. So did his use of a clockwork device of his own manufacture that eased the almost overwhelming desire that accompanied this forced periods of abstinence.

He looked up as the study door opened to admit his beloved. Throwing down his drafting pen, he turned to greet Devlin, his relief plain, as was his desire. 

“Beloved, Devlin! Welcome home.” He forced himself to calm down, knowing his vulva was already swelling and showing his need, but also seeing the tiredness and a degree of strain in Devlin’s face. “You must be exhausted.”  

“I am exhausted, my dearest, but just seeing you refreshes me.” Devlin smiled. “Your air filtration system is a spectacular success, Joffrey!” Devlin thrust a folder of papers toward his lover and partner. “I’ve authorised the production of the latest large scale designs. Already the smaller units have made a difference to the air around Fontle House in Town — so much so we are besieged by visitors seeking a glimpse of the sun!”

Joffrey enfolded his lover in his arms, his swollen crotch pressed to Devlin’s as their mouths met in a hungry kiss. “Excellent news, my love, but …” Joffrey swallowed hard. “I’ve … I’m … My dearest, you’d best call Peter, he knows what must be done to control me.”

Devlin shivered. “He’s on his way, my dear, we both have need …”

Peter arrived quietly two of her assistants in tow. Signalling the assistants, she said gently, “Now, Devlin, now, Joffrey, come with us and we’ll help you deal with this.”

“Take us to the infirmary, Mistress Peter,” sighed Devlin. “We’ve both been neglectful of our needs …” Holding Joffrey’s hand, he submitted to being led toward the door. “Come, Joffrey, we’ll submit together …”

The world swam into Joffrey’s focus. Slowly he recognised the leather and rubber suit that encased him. He sucked on the gag in his mouth and savoured the refreshing fluid that filled his mouth, and swallowed. Coolness at his crotch told him that his vulva and vaginal opening were exposed. He tried to close his legs, which were spread and appeared to be raised in rests , and realised he was restrained. So, was he once more in the Recreation Centre? Once more waiting to be used by a client? 

A voice at his head said, “He’s out of the trance, Madam.”

“Very good. Thank you Dr Prudence. I’ll deal with them from here.”

“Make sure they take the medication once they’re recovered, Madam Peter. And the Countess will need to be dosed with the gel in this container every two hours for the next seven days.”

“I’ll make sure they do.” Peter chuckled. “Silly boys, they’re so wrapped up in their projects they forget the demands their mutations impose upon them — and in the Countesses case, he forgets the effect of the conditioning on his system.”

Joffrey tried to see who ‘Dr Prudence’ might be, but the helmet encasing his head — a variant of a smog hood in tight fitting rubber lined leather — restricted his vision. He heard a door close softly, then Peter said gently, “Now, my dear, you and Devlin have been very silly, but it is not a disaster. You are both here, and both safe. I will release you and take you to Devlin …” She chuckled. “I think you are both going to spend some time giving each other the ministration you both so desperately need.”

Joffrey felt the straps being released. 

“Now, my dear,” Peter said, helping Joffrey stand, “I’ll take you to Devlin, and help you impale yourself upon him.” He chuckled. “When he’s like this, you will find it best to be astride him, and not below!” She paused. “Dr Prudence thinks you will be more than capable of dealing with Devlin in this state.” She chuckled. “It usually takes at least two of us to deal with his needs when he’s neglected to give himself the correct relief.”

Standing, Joffrey allowed himself to be helped toward a contoured couch to which another fully encased figure lay strapped, a magnificent erection standing proud. A thrill of anticipation ran through Joffrey as he recognised his lover, lord and husband’s unusual penis, the elongated glans exposed and gleaming. He felt the tremor of a small orgasm grip his eager pussy as he positioned himself astride his lover and the tip of that gorgeous organ touched the sensuous inner lips surrounding his already oozing vagina.

“Lower yourself gently, my dear.”

The instruction was given in a low voice, almost lost beneath the moan of lust that it brought from Devlin. He felt Devlin strain to thrust himself upward against the securing straps holding him immobile. He shuddered as the first real orgasm shook him, then Devlin was deep inside him, and he began to use his muscled vagina to give his lover pleasure. It felt good to have his vagina once more filled with his lover’s unusual penis. Concentrating on ‘milking’ his lover’s gorgeous organ, Joffrey was barely aware of the straps Peter secured to his legs and suit.

Then they were alone, joined at the crotch, restrained and oblivious of anything but themselves and their insatiable sexual appetite. For Joffrey the universe centred on the hot swollen intruder thrusting and questing inside him, and the response in his own hungry vagina. The orgasms followed one another in a series of ripples, slowly engulfing his consciousness. He’d been careless. He should have paid more attention to his hormonal balance …

Devlin’s world centred on his penis. Aware of the restraints which prevented him doing what he desired — to take his own organ into his mouth and feed himself on his own sperm — he strained to escape, moaning as a warm moist opening engulfed his straining cock. The eruption of his ejaculation sent a shudder through him. Then the engulfing vagina was milking him and he thrust, fought and growled like an animal as the hormonal surge engulfed him.

Joffrey awoke in bed, disoriented for a moment, then realised he was naked, and held lightly in Devlin’s sleeping embrace. He’d no memory of anything after Devlin’s first explosive ejaculation, nor of how he’d come to be in bed. As awareness returned, he realised that his lower torso and crotch appeared to be encased in steel. He checked, and realised he was wearing a moulded steel pantigirdle, effectively an inescapable chastity device moulded to his anatomy. A figure loomed at the foot of the bed, and foggily he recognised Peter.

“Good morning, Mr Joffrey,” he said softly. “How do you feel?”

Joffrey considered. “A little stiff, but,” he paused as Devlin stirred. “Rested.” He considered a moment, then added, “And hungry.” He hesitated. “And obviously not available for my husband’s pleasure!”

Peter smiled. “I’ll send up a light meal. You’ve both been very careless, we’ll have to make certain it is never again as bad as this.” He paused. “It will be best if neither of you engage in any sexual activity for a few days.”

Joffrey snuggled into Devlin as his lover stirred. “You’re right. We must be much more careful.” His hands discovered that Devlin was also wearing a chastity device. “And I love the restraint you have confined me in.”

“Devlin hates his,” Peter replied. “But knows it is essential.” He paused. “How did you cope with this when you lived alone?”

“With difficulty.” Joffrey kissed Devlin’s cheek as his lover, husband and partner stirred. “I had one trusted friend — another escapee with a similar mutation … She would ensure I was restrained until it passed.” He hesitated. “How did my beloved ..?”

“With difficulty until we found a way to detect the warning signs.” Peter smoothed the covers over them. “It first manifested in his late teens and nearly undid us all. Fortunately his family had the means … Since then we have taken precautions, and now he has you, my dear Countess Joffrey, it has been far, far better.”

Joffrey considered. “Yes, yes, strangely, for me as well.” Devlin stirred in his embrace. “Awake, dearest? Would some breakfast suit?”

Sleepily Devlin slid his arms round Joffrey and hugged him. “All the better for finding you are still at my side, beloved Joffrey. I’m ravenous — as always after my … madness. Did I …?”

“No, my love. We share the madness, and we have been well cared for.” Joffrey returned the kiss and laughed. “But I fear we will not be able to indulge ourselves for a while — dear Peter has locked us up.”

Devlin laughed. “As he always does!” He grinned at Peter/Petra. “Thank you, my dear Nurse. Now, must we remain starved and confined to our bed? Or should we repair to the breakfast room for some sustenance?”

“I think you’ll find the Breakfast Room more comfortable,” Peter replied. “At least then we may make the bed and clean the room.”

“Yes, Nurse!” Devlin grinned wickedly. “I expect clothing is obligatory now. Or does my Countess feel differently?”

Joffrey laughed, throwing aside the bedclothes to reveal the steel moulding encasing his lower torso and groin. “Tempting as it is to remain as I am, I think something a little more modest is required, my Lord husband. Especially for that!” He indicated the moulded steel encasing Devlin’s penis. “Much as I enjoy looking at your magnificent manhood, I hope you have some attire which will mask its beauty and cool my raging desire!”

The episode of their succumbing to their ‘alternative persona’ sobered them both, despite the humour with which they tried to make light of it. Whenever they were apart for any length of time after this, they both exercised their sexual needs using a number of devices and following a strict regime. It worked, and neither suffered as bad an ‘episode’ as a result.

“Congratulations, my love, the air filtration is a great success, but even more important is your device for the elimination of particulates from the exhausts altogether.” Devlin deposited his briefcase on a chair and strode toward his lover.

Joffrey smiled, returning Devlin’s kiss. “That’s good news, beloved. Is the difference becoming apparent yet?”

“It is, but very slowly. The number of days of dense smog per annum have fallen, according to Konsbruck, and even those are now not as severe as they were. It may not be too late to save our world.” Devlin studied the scattered drawings and calculations on the table. “What new project is this?”

“I think it may provide us with the means to detoxify the land. The tests are promising, but there is much, much more to do before it is viable.” Joffrey turned, smiling, and slipped his arms around Devlin. “And you, my love? What success have you had with your political games?”

Returning the embrace, Devlin kissed him. “Progress, I think. I have backing for some small changes in the law regarding mutations.” He grinned. “As with so many things, it is a case of knowing when to apply what knowledge and where to apply it.”

“Ah, like the appendage currently making an impression on my groin?” Joffrey teased pressing his prominent mound against the hardening organ in Devlin’s tight trousers.

“Exactly like that, my dear.” Devlin’s mouth found his lover’s, his tongue seeking, and finding access. 

Joffrey responded, his vulval lips swelling. “Beloved, if we …”

“I know, my dear, but …” Devlin stopped, his kiss demanding. “I want to celebrate, and I can think of no better celebration!”

Joffrey laughed. “Then, my darling, let us celebrate, and you can tell me what it is we celebrate once we’ve done so.” He loosened Devlin’s neckcloth and unbuttoned the shirt. “Here? Or in the den?”

“Minx, in the Den.” Devlin already had Joffrey’s waistcoat, neckcloths and shirt off and they joined his own on the desk. Joffrey’s house boots, trousers and stockings found a place on a chair back, and Devlin’s found another as Joffrey led the way into the small comfortable Den they often shared in the evenings. Shutting the door, Devlin turned and admired his companion, still wearing the tight elastic thong, his only under garment. “You are beautiful, Countess. A truly beautiful man, both in mind and body!”

“A flawed man, my beloved Lord, for I lack that essential element of manhood.” Joffrey smiled. “But my compensation is to be able to have you mount me as your wife.”

Devlin strode forward and pulled Joffrey into his arms. “Flawed man? No, my beloved, you are exactly what I want in my mate. There is no flaw.” His kiss cut off Joffrey’s response, and then he was drawing his lover down to the thick carpet. “And today, you will mount me!” Positioning himself, Devlin prepared carefully as Joffrey readied himself to be penetrated. “Ready, my dear? Then take me in.”

Joffrey bit his lip as Devlin entered his delicate, moist and elastic tunnel, feeling the rigid member as it slipped deep into him. Devlin was thick and long, and Joffrey reflected that it was as well that his vagina was longer than normal as well as being muscular. He felt himself gripping the gorgeous head and shaft and smiled as he placed his hands on his lover’s chest, his thumbs teasing the taut nipples. “Now, my Lord, give me your sperm, fill me with it, and make a woman of me for your pleasure.”

“As you wish, my dear.” Devlin grinned.

Joffrey smiled as Devlin stirred beneath him, feeling the change as his lover’s mutant penis began to resume its relaxed state and shape. He shuddered as the movement triggered a mild orgasm and bit his lip. Devlin had discharged an unusually large dose of sperm in multiple ejaculations and, not wanting to lose any of it, Joffrey tightened his vaginal muscles.

“Take care, my love,” Devlin moaned. “You’ll bring me to a fresh arousal.”

“Mmmm, after being deprived of you for two days, my dear …” Joffrey grinned. He used his muscular vagina to massage Devlin’s organ. “I confess to being tempted to take advantage.” He let himself down onto his lover’s chest. “But perhaps you are right, I am being greedy.” His lips found Devlin’s and they held the kiss. 

Devlin sighed as his now relaxed cock slipped from the slick and cum filled vagina. “Later, my darling.” He smiled, hugging Joffrey to him. “Have I given my man-wife the fill of sperm he wanted?”

Joffrey giggled. “And more! I am well filled, my dear.” He kissed Devlin’s nose. “But I warn you, I shall want more later — and I’ve a need more immediately needs your attention …”

Devlin chuckled. “Ah, my pleasure to deliver it — as soon as I am given access, my love.”

Joffrey laughed. “Then I am at your mercy, my lord.” He lifted himself clear of his lover and rolled onto his back, raising his knees to give Devlin access to his minuscule penis. “Thank you.”