The Mutant Companion

Devlin’s Pleasure; Joffrey’s Gift

Joffrey checked his appearance in the mirror and smiled. His new trousers fitted like a second skin, exactly as he’d hoped. They were not for public wear, but rather for when he and Devlin were alone. It was one of the more difficult matters Joffrey dealt with from day to day. His ‘conditioning’ in the brief period he’d spent in the clutches of the Recreation Centre trainers had left him with a taste for exhibitionism and bondage for sexual intercourse. The exhibitionism he had largely suppressed, but now enjoyed it as a bit of enjoyable foreplay with Devlin. The bondage too, had a place, though once again, normally strictly with his beloved.

Ironically, having regular intercourse with Devlin helped him control the hormonal surges that sometimes drove him into nymphomanic sexual desire, and between them they helped each other deal with their wilder urges. Joffrey’s delicate hormonal balance, in which his female hormones sometimes surged out of control, needed careful management, but they’d found a way to enjoy those times as well. Joffrey’s taste for submissive bondage made control a part of their lovemaking, a factor that helped him immensely. That Devlin enjoyed it, and sometimes had to be restrained himself, made it even more special as a part of their lovemaking.

Today he’d planned a surprise welcome for his partner, husband, lover — one he hoped would give them both the pleasure and release they needed. It was Devlin’s birthday, and Joffrey wanted to give him a birthday such as he had never before enjoyed. He checked his appearance again, satisfying himself that his vulva showed clearly through the thin material. Then he completed dressing and set about making sure everything else he needed was ready. He’d need some help getting dressed for the after dinner scene he planned for Devlin, and Mr Peter would attend to it in person, having helped Joffrey acquire, then trial all the equipment.

Pausing, he considered his reflection carefully. In the five years since Devlin had made him his Countess, they had developed their own ways to signal their desires and intentions. Devlin would recognise, from Joffrey’s blatant display of his crotch that he was being offered a sexual adventure. But, of what sort? Joffrey opened a drawer and examined the content, then carefully selected a slave collar, fitted it, and locked it on his neck. He smiled at his reflection, and made his way down to the small sitting room to await his husband’s return feeling the anticipation building. He was not kept waiting long.

“Joffrey, my darling,” Devlin greeted him as he entered. He stopped and smiled. “And looking even more ravishing than usual!” He moved forward as Joffrey hurried forward to embrace him. “As always my dear, you take my breath away, and arouse feelings in me …”

“Happy birthday, darling Devlin.” Joffrey kissed him as they embraced. “Tonight, beloved, I have your favourite dinner planned, and then a special entertainment to share with you.” The kiss lingered. “Something I have not attempted since …” He paused feeling Devlin’s arousal pressed hard against his abdomen. “But tonight, I want to offer it to you.”

Intrigued, Devlin hesitated. “I accept — but only if it causes you no distress or injury.”

“Dearest, I am sure it won’t.” Joffrey rested his head on Devlin’s shoulder. “I have laid out your evening attire in readiness for you. Then we may enjoy a pre-dinner drink.” 

Devlin hugged his ‘wife’. “You spoil me, beloved. I won’t keep you waiting.”

The dinner was, as Joffrey hoped, perfect, made even better by the company of Konrad, Peter and their partners. Then, with the coffee served and the port drunk, Joffrey excused himself and made his way upstairs to where he’d prepared to give himself entirely into Devlin’s control and pleasure. It was a scene they had discussed several times, a reprise of Joffrey’s being used by three customers simultaneously. 

“You’re certain of this, Countess?” Peter asked. “You will be helpless — unable even to signal distress.”

“I know, my dear, but I trust Devlin completely — and do not forget I was compelled to do this for others before my liberation.” He smiled briefly. “And, though I am loathe to confess it, frequently found it indescribably exciting.” He hesitated. “You have potential companions arranged for Devlin?”

Peter smiled. “Of course, my dear Countess.” She took the discarded clothing from Joffrey, and laid it carefully aside. “Shall we begin?”

Swallowing, Joffrey nodded, aware his crotch was swollen and wet in anticipation. It was more than six years since he’d last experienced this, though it was something he’d found himself craving. Now he could look forward to being filled with spunk in all three orifices — perhaps more than once if his husband so chose. 

“Yes.” He stepped forward, slipping his arms into the leather sleeves as Peter held the harness ready. “You have the note ready for Devlin?”

“Yes. I will hand it him as soon as you are ready.” She secured the collar of the harness, and began fastening and tightening the corset, then adjusted the chest straps, ensuring the nipple rings framed his nipples. Moving him to the frame to which he would be attached, she secured the hip to knee leggings, had him adopt a slightly crouched position with his legs spread, and inserted the steel braces that would hold him like this. Carefully she checked his vagina and anus were unobstructed, then moved him into place and secured him to the rigid frame. “Ready for the helmet, my dear?”

“Yes, Madam,” Joffrey gulped. The helmet was his own design, and he knew exactly how intense it would be With it on, his mouth would be held wide open, tubes in his nostrils would enable breathing, but he would be unable to see anything. Ear pieces would mean his being unable to hear anything unless spoken directly into the speaking tubes connected to them. Someone, he hoped Devlin, would lie on the padded couch below him and make use of his vagina, someone else would have the use of his anal passage, and a third would have the use of his mouth.

Peter fitted the heavy leather and bronze trimmed helmet onto Joffrey’s head. With the mouth tube inserted, she made sure the earpieces were fitted, then began to secure the helmet with the locking fastenings. With Joffrey now secure, she adjusted the frame, then inserted the dildo plug into his mouth opening, before moving to his rear and inserting a large dildo into his vagina and another into his anus. Stepping back she admired her handiwork. “Oh, Joffrey, dear. I can imagine what you are already experiencing, I hope you enjoy yourself as much as I know Devlin will enjoy your offering.”

Locked in his private world, Joffrey surrendered to his surging desires. He flexed his muscular vagina, enjoying the sensation of the big dildo, as the plug in his anus pressed from the other side. “Enjoy me, Devlin. Enjoy …”

Devlin read the note carefully. He’d anticipated an evening of bondage, but Joffrey had surprised him. “He’s waiting?”

“Yes, dear Devlin.”

“And he wants me to share him with two others?” Devlin hesitated. “Does he know they share my mutation?”

“He is aware, and he left the choice of who it will be to you.”

Devlin felt his arousal straining his heavy underwear. He nodded. “Then I want you to be our Dominatrix, Peter. You may choose our companions.” He grinned. “And add three more to the list. The additional three shall have the task of having intercourse with my manhole, and with the two you assign to join me in servicing Joffrey.”

“That will account for all the suitably equipped males in the household, Devlin.” 

He grinned. “I was hoping those equipped as Joffrey is would join you in supervising our torment.”

“As you wish.” Peter tugged the bell cord. “I shall expect you in the corridor in twenty minutes in your bondage suit. Do not be late!”

“Yes, Mistress Peter.”

Devlin was just in time, and judging by the fact that all the staff were now present and attired for their roles, Peter had anticipated his order. Devlin took his place in the line of ‘males’, two of them in fact female men, and submitted to having his wrists manacled. Then they were all led into the room where Joffrey awaited in his special frame. Devlin felt his pulse quicken as he admired his Countess and lover. Instinctively he knew what Joffrey must be experiencing, and felt the surge of affection he always got in the presence of his darling partner. It was always intensified when they indulged in one of their ‘games’, and now the feelings were magnified, by the anticipation of this shared experience.

He watched as his companions were paired, glad that his own was to be the butler, Karla. Though she was, like Peter, a woman genetically, she also possessed a hefty penis like his own and gonads to match. 

Peter had it planned and under full control, her own arousal plain despite the severe black leather dominatrix outfit she wore. “Jules will be at the Countesses mouth, Sidney, you will breed Jules.” She watched as her assistants helped Sidney insert his erection into Jules and secured them together. “David, you will be at the Countesses gorgeous butt, and Fiona, you will impregnate David.” She turned to Karla. “Take your position.” She watched as the butler lay down and was strapped in place. “Now, Devlin. Make sure he is fully inside you, then you will be secured to the Countess.”

She watched as Devlin positioned himself, and when she was satisfied, had the couch and its occupants slid into place. “Devlin, take hold of the Countesses nipples.” She chuckled as she secured his wrists so he could now not release them. “Now, ladies, gag them.”

With all the ‘males’ now gagged, she nodded. “Remove the Countesses plugs.” She watched Joffrey writhe as the dildo in his vagina withdrew. Joffrey had chosen it himself, and it was a large solid penis with big wart-like studs covering its surface. “Now position your charges, ladies. On my signal, insert them.”

Joffrey felt the two large cocks entering his vagina and anus, then his mouth was filled by another. As he’d hoped, the combination sent him orgasmic, and his trio of partners responded. Within minutes, he was in a state of orgasmic ecstasy. What he couldn’t see was that Sidney was now being fucked by Mistress Peter and Fiona had a large vibrating dildo in her vagina, while Karla had the other end of the same device, connected by a rigid bar, in hers.

The initial pain as his anus was stretched to admit the footman’s large penis was partly offset and partly enhanced, by Devlin’s penis entering his vagina, and then the incredible sensation as the two cocks made contact through the intervening tissue of the vaginal walls and those of his rectum. He whimpered as his mouth was filled by Jules magnificent tool and the first orgasmic tremor gripped him. From his time in the Recreation Centre and his training for this before that, Joffrey had some idea what to expect, but this was beyond anything he’d experienced before now. For one thing, he’d never had three mutant cocks filling him. He’d certainly had some unusual ones, but never anything like these. The waves of orgasms gripped him, making him shudder, writhe and flex his muscular vagina. His tongue explored and teased the shapely glans filling his mouth as he savoured the steady stream of precum it discharged.

Vaguely he realised that those he was enjoying must be themselves being penetrated, and the realisation intensified his own pleasure. The fingers gripping his nipples massaged them in a way only Devlin knew, a signal Joffrey recognised. He felt a glow of joy. Devlin had reserved to himself the right to fill his vagina. In response, he used his vaginal muscles to increase Devlin’s pleasure in a manner he knew his lover-husband-lord found irresistible.

Devlin took his time reaching ejaculation, waiting to be sure Joffrey, and the others, were approaching theirs. He sensed Joffrey’s efforts to use his incredible vagina, and responded. With all their movements so restricted the trio impaling Joffrey rode the rising tide of ecstasy slowly, each enjoying being fucked by their assigned partners. He sensed David’s glans swelling even as his own expanded in its pre-ejaculation process. He felt Karla thrust herself deep and then sensed David ejaculating. His own ejaculation exploded into Joffrey even as he felt the warm spunk from Karla filling his own rectum.

In the throes of the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced, Joffrey felt David’s sperm filling his anus, then the warm explosion of Devlin’s filling his vagina. A moment later Jules the footman erupted into his mouth. It almost drowned him, spunk poured down his throat, filled his nose, somehow filled the inside of the hood. He managed to clear his nose and sucked a deep breath, revelling in being filled with his users sperm, and, from the size of the glans now almost choking him, and the pair filling his vagina and anus, he was going to be joined to them for some time — and could expect to receive at least one more dose of their sperm.

He wasn’t disappointed. He’d never before serviced three men of this mutation, all his customers had always been ‘normal’. He’d known that Devlin produced a lot of spunk, and was used to having his vagina flooded, one could almost say flushed, by his lover’s ejaculations. Now his mouth and his anus were being filled by similarly large quantities, and soon it felt as if his head and all his lower torso were coated in their semen. Gradually his world became focussed entirely on the rhythmic thrusting in his vagina and his anus as he let himself fall into an orgasmic trance.

Time stood still as his senses were overwhelmed by the sensations. He was eventually vaguely aware of withdrawal, and the feeling of emptiness as he was lifted gently from the frame. Then exhaustion claimed him and he fell asleep even as he was carried tenderly to the bed he shared with Devlin.

Joffrey woke to sunlight streaming into the room. The feeling of bliss filled him as he stirred, noting Devlin seated at the window. His head was still encased in the heavy leather and bronze helmet hood, though now with the darkened lenses removed, and he sensed his lower body was once more encased in tight leather pantigirdle. The slickness of the inside of the helmet told him his face must be covered in spunk, and the slickness beneath the leather pantigirdle and between his legs and round his anus suggested he’d received a good filling in both openings. 

He moved gently, and shuddered. The gnarled dildo filled his vagina, another filled his anus and the big rubber replica of Devlin’s penis plugged his mouth. His upper body and torso were encased in the tight leather straitjacket he’d had made for this. He knew without needing to be told, that his beloved had taken care of his ‘male’ organ, and that the special hormonal gel he needed after vaginal sex had been liberally administered. The creak of the leather as he moved alerted his lover to his awakening. 

“Good morning, beloved,” Devlin greeted him. “Some tea?”

“Gnnngh.”

Devlin chuckled. “I thought so. One moment and I’ll get you up.” He moved to the bedside and gently lifted Joffrey into a sitting position, then helped him stand. “Happy, my beloved?”

The movement provoked a small orgasmic spasm, and for a moment, Joffrey stood still, trying to control the sensation in his crotch. Then he sighed, and nodded.

“Shall I release you?”

Joffrey shook his head. His eye travelled down to the ‘tent’ showing at the front of Devlin’s dressing gown. Very deliberately, he knelt, then used his face to part the gown, placed his plugged mouth opening against the now hard penis. He looked up, and winked.

“You want ..?” Devlin hesitated. Then he smiled, shed the dressing gown, and reached down to gently removed the dildo gag, replacing it with his deep pink glans. “Enjoy it, my dearest. It’s yours by right.”

Joffrey needed no second invitation, and gave his ‘husband’s unusual organ his full attention. It took some time, thanks to Devlin’s having been well exercised in Joffrey’s vagina earlier, but eventually his efforts were rewarded. Devlin’s glands expanded. Joffrey almost choked, it was so large, and now there was no escape — the tube holding Joffrey’s mouth open would not allow withdrawal. Joffrey looked upward, saw Devlin’s concern, and used his tongue to bring his lover to ejaculation.

Spunk erupted, flooding Joffrey’s throat, backing up his sinuses until it dribbled from his nose. He felt it force past the nostril tubes and ooze between the leather and his face as he swallowed and sucked. Finally he was once more able to draw a shaky breath, aware that Devlin was desperately trying to remove the helmet. He merged, finally, his head coated in spunk, his cheeks bulging with the swollen glans distending them, and moaned in protest as Devlin tried to withdraw.

“But, my beloved, you’re in danger!”

“Unng, unnn….” Joffrey gripped the head gently in his mouth and sucked hard, eager to ensure his beloved experienced everything he could offer. 

When he finally surrendered his prize, he sucked the slowly relaxing organ and looked into Devlin’s eyes, his love shining like a beacon as his lover slowly extracted himself from the tube.

Gently Devlin lifted his beloved to his feet, kissing the leather covered face, then locking his mouth to the open tube, he inserted his tongue and savoured the taste of his own spunk as Joffrey responded to the kiss.