The Mutant Companion

A Reward for Joffrey

Joffrey lay on Devlin’s chest, the glow of their coupling filling his being. The sensation of Devlin’s swollen glans stretching his vagina and preventing their separation made him feel complete. For once they wore nothing, no restraints, no item to tease their fetishes, their passion having needed fulfilment immediately. 

Devlin stirred, his arms caressing his partner’s naked body, the gentle movement causing Joffrey to shudder in the grip of yet another orgasm. His hands cupped his lovers face, guiding it into position for a long kiss. 

“Have I told my Countess lately how much I love him?” he whispered.

“My Lord has just done so,” Joffrey responded. “And demonstrated it in the most astonishing manner.” He stopped as Devlin kissed him again.

“Beloved, Joffrey, you never fail to amaze me, no matter how overwhelming my desires, you, and you alone seem able to satisfy them. Do I satisfy you, my love?”

Joffrey giggled as another orgasm gripped him. “Darling Devlin, every time you fill me with that astonishing organ, you send me into heaven. No sensation on Earth can compare to that I have now, impaled by your penis, and attached to you in the most intimate manner, by my most intimate passage …” He manipulated his vaginal muscles, a part of his mutation which set him apart from a true female, and which he knew intensified Devlin’s pleasure. “There can be no greater climax for me than this, my dear, and especially in knowing how my ability to do that pleases you …”  

Devlin bit his lip as the sensations in his glans exploded afresh. “Minx,” he gasped. “At this rate we’ll still be joined when our guests arrive for dinner.”

Joffrey giggled again. “Now that is an interesting thought, my love. I think Arabella and Beverley would find it enjoyable if we were to greet them conjoined at the crotch like this.”

Gripping Joffrey’s body tightly to him, Devlin rolled them over. “Take care what you wish for, my dearest.” He grinned, reaching for the speaking tube. “Konrad, send Jules and Ms Peter. Tell them we require the special Siamese Twining suit, the Countess needs confining, and we are conjoined …”

Beneath him, Joffrey relaxed. “My darling, I think you’ve planned this …”

Joffrey submitted to the fitting of the heavy leather ‘body’ seated on Devlin’s lap, the sensation caused each time his lover moved, his partner’s strange penis still locked inside his vagina, was, for exquisite. Devlin was already encased in his half of the suit, his legs lower body and arms tightly strapped and laced into the embrace of the leather. Now Joffrey’s torso was encased in the second part of the suit, his legs and feet already enclosed and secured to Devlin’s thighs and waist.

“Comfortable, my love,” Devlin asked as their bodies were strapped to each other.

“Never more so than when I am so securely joined to you, my lord.” Joffrey smiled, flexing his vaginal muscles around his lover’s swollen glans. “Do you think our guests will find this stimulating?”

“I think we can be certain of that,” Devlin replied as his arms were secured behind Joffrey’s back.

“Ready for your arms to be fastened, Countess?” Ms Peter asked. “The open face hoods are a nice touch, my lord.”

“I’m ready, dear Peter.” Joffrey smiled as his arms were secured behind Devlin. “And thank you both for your care of us like this.”

“Nonsense, Countess,” Ms Peter chuckled. “We enjoy being of service in this — and Jules and I have our own little entertainment lined up for later.”

Kissing Joffrey’s cheek, Devlin whispered, “And I’ve something special arranged for tomorrow, my beloved … if Madam Governess permits us our freedom!”

“More special than this, my love? Can I survive such pleasure?”

“Of course you can, Minx.” His mouth sought contact with Joffrey’s and they kissed.

“Ms Arundel and Ms Snell-Arundel, My Lord, Countess.” David the footman announced the guests. Ms Arundel wore a stunning leather dinner jacket and pantaloons which showed of her femininity far more effectively than any more feminine outfit could have, and her partner wore an ankle length skirt with low cut bosom supported by a leather corset, and sleeves.

Arabella laughed. “Make your curtsey Beverley, it looks as if our hosts are a little restrained at present.” She bowed to the leather figures on their pedestal stool. This was flanked by comfortable seats and tables, laid for four dinners stood ready. “I find the look decidedly alluring, my lord, Countess.”

“His lordship is, as you can see, sir, firmly secured to the Countess. He hopes that you will indulge them and remove their gags so they may converse with you, share an aperitif and the dinner we have prepared for you all.”

Arabella studied the figures, their faces joined at the mouth by their gags. “What an excellent design this is. Double dildo gags?”

“Indeed. Once the gags are removed they will be able to converse and to drink and eat — if assisted to do so.” David bowed. “Karla the butler will be here shortly with an aperitif. May I suggest you take the seats either side of their Lordships?”

“Why, of course!” Arabella moved to sit next to Devlin so that she faced Joffrey, and David held the chair for Beverley on the other side, so she faced toward Devlin. “What a novel evening this will be.”

Beverley smiled. “I hope it is giving you the same desires as me, my love!” She sipped her aperitif. “Don’t they look wonderful? And so engaged with one another.”

“Indeed,” Arabella replied. “Shall we remove the gags so we can be more sociable?”

“Yes, let’s. I’m sure the Earl would like a sip of his drink.” Beverley unbuckled the strap securing the gag behind Joffrey’s head as Arabella did the same for Devlin. “Good evening, my lord,” she teased. “I trust we find you in an agreeable situation?”

Devlin grinned. “You do indeed.” He kissed Joffrey, their tongues entwining. “The Countess is providing me with a most enjoyable experience. I trust we are not being poor hosts?”

Arabella laughed. “On the contrary, my lord, I cannot think of a more entertaining means of being received to dinner.” She held a glass to Joffrey’s lips. “I trust you will not think us rude if, between courses, we take advantage of the couch I see prepared to your left?”

Joffrey chuckled, flexing his vagina in a manner he knew drove Devlin to distraction. “Of course not, Arabella. We rather hoped you would.” He bit his lip as Devlin made a small movement that sent an orgasmic tremor through his crotch. “Should you require any assistance, or perhaps some equipment — oooooh — Karla will provide it.”

Arabella grinned. “My ‘husband’ anticipated my needs, Countess. I think we will enjoy ourselves.”

Devlin laughed. “I hope so! Ah, the first course arrives, Thank you, Karla.”

The course, oysters in a brine sauce, with slivers of toast and pate´ was consumed with enjoyment, Joffrey, somewhat mischievously employing his vaginal muscles to give his husband’s embedded penis an extremely erotic massage. His efforts were rewarded by the sensation of being stretched as Devlin’s glans responded by swelling. The interesting aspect of the stretching in their current position was that it caused Joffrey’s clitoris-penis to be forced from its enveloping labia, and harden against Devlin in the most interesting — and sensitised — manner.

Seeing this, Devlin leaned his face close and whispered, “And now minx, I think I have your most enjoyable attribute at my disposal.” Flexing his hips, he stimulated Joffrey, feeling the shudder as the orgasm took Joffrey. “Yes, my love?”

Joffrey shuddered again, biting his lip and shutting his eyes. “Oh yes, my dearest Devlin …”

Watching, Arabella smiled. “Husband, the couch. I need you to service me!”

Locked in their leather embrace, Joffrey and Devlin watched as Beverley removed her skirt, and a leather brief, revealing a generous, and now aroused, penis and scrotum. Retaining the corset, she placed herself on her back on the padded surface as Arabella walked round. “Ready, Bella.”

Arabella smiled, then unzipped the entire crotch of her tight fitting trousers, and moved to straddle her partner. 

Mesmerised, Joffrey watched as Arabella guided her ‘husband’s’ erect cock to the opening of her vagina, then sank slowly onto it. Their lovemaking, slow at first, gathered pace until with a cry and a shudder, Beverley thrust her penis deep. Her release triggered something in Devlin, and Joffrey kissed him as he flooded Joffrey’s vagina with his spunk. “Thank you, my darling,” he whispered, rubbing his now solid penis-clitoris against his lover’s shaft, triggering his own orgasm. “Thank you, for this wonderful reward.”

“It is not over yet, my love,” Devlin whispered back. “We have four more courses to enjoy …”

Joffrey lost track after the third course, and the fourth concluded with his licking and sucking out Arabella’s cum filled pussy while Devlin enjoyed Beverley’s cock. The remainder of the evening passed quickly, concluding with the Earl and Countess being gagged and placed on a wheeled stool to ‘escort’ their guests to their overnight bedroom.

Joffrey, still joined to his ‘husband’ at the crotch, held him tight as they were eased out of the leather prison. “I think we can get to the bed unaided — if we move together, beloved.”

Devlin kissed him. “If you so wish, my darling Countess.” He smiled at the hovering butler and footman. “”We’ll manage, thank you.” He winked. “Enjoy yourselves.”

Joffrey woke with the sun streaming through the window. Next to him, Devlin slept peacefully. Slipping out of bed carefully, Joffrey used the toilet, then dosed himself carefully, taking care to coat his inner membranes with his special preparation, his morning routine now after sex. Then he slipped back into the bed and waited for Devlin to stir. Propped on one elbow, he admired his lover-husband’s well defined chest, the chiselled features of his face evident even in repose. His exe travelled down the covers, stopping at the outline of that most unusual appendage. He smiled. How lucky he was, had Devlin’s people not found him, had Devlin not made him his companion, and then his ‘wife’ …

He lowered himself gently onto the pillows, watching the scene through the window and shivered. It didn’t bear thinking about, his ‘illness’ — the barely controllable urges he experienced monthly — would have condemned him to a very different life. His mind drifted back to the previous evening, and he smiled. Their guests had obviously enjoyed themselves. Glancing at the clock he sighed, it was still quite early, but, if he was quiet, he could shower, prepare tea for Devlin and be in the breakfast room to greet them. 

Devlin stirred, then rolled toward Joffrey. “Mmmm, my insatiable countess.” Their mouths met in a long and loving kiss. “Did you enjoy our evening, my lover?”

Slipping his arms round Devlin, Joffrey hugged him. “Enjoyed? No, my darling, ‘enjoyed’ simply does not describe what you did for and to me last night. It was beyond simple words, beloved, far, far beyond it.”

“Mmmm, then we shall have to repeat it sometime.” Devlin returned the hug.

“But perhaps not right now, my darling,” Joffrey laughed, feeling his lover’s hardness against his thigh. “We have guests for breakfast remember — and I think a certain part of me needs a little rest — at least until this evening!”

Devlin laughed. “Minx! So be it.”

“Then I shall make us some tea, my darling. Do you want it in bed, or as we used to share it, seated at the window?”

Devlin drew him close, and kissed him. “At the window, darling, in our usual seats.”