The New Terrans

Chapter 10

A End to Exile

In our shared bed, I held my beautiful droid lover to me, and kissed his rubber face as we lay together. We wrapped our prehensile penis round each other’s, a little pleasure we’d made our own whenever we were in physical contact.

“Jorge, my love,” I asked gently. “What made you choose to disguise yourself as a droid? Why did you choose to become my droid? Besides the need to hide from the Mutant Police …”

“Master Fifty,” Jorge said softly through his vocaliser, “I dreamed of being in your arms like this for so long … It’s far, far better than I dreamed it could be — even as a droid.” His rubber lips covered mine and stopped me replying. “Every time you came to Circe, I waited for you and changed places with the quarantine droid so I could be the one to fit your chastity belt, and insert the gel you needed … and when I serviced your droid I tested it’s functions on myself …”

“How …?” The answer was obvious. “Why, Jorge? I’m just a mutant — like you. Why did you choose me? You and I never spoke directly until … you had no opportunity to get to know me …”

“Beloved, Master, don’t be angry with me …” The vocaliser gave a slight choke. “I fell in love the first time I saw you … I wanted to know you … Compo stored everything you did. Only I could access it … I had your old droid share with me what you did, said, how you lived … I learned to know you through your droid … I have all those memories now stored in my droid memories in this droid body. Please don’t be angry with me … I wanted you so badly …”

“Jorge …” I knew I should be angry, but instead I felt alarm … and a stirring of deep affection. “You recorded everything? Every time I met a Guardian? Every time I gave them sexual pleasure ..?”

“Yes, Master. And I wiped it all from your droid’s memory. It was my comfort at night, when my parents put me in a  quarantine suit, and locked me in my room. I could replay it and dream of being the one …”

For a minute I said nothing, replaying in my mind what our fates would have been if the Mutant Control had ever got hold of those recordings … A shudder of fear shook me, causing him to whimper again as he misinterpreted my response. And I had another shock. His parents secured him in a quarantine suit at night? In mutant chastity as well? But during the day he was allowed to go out in public?

“You were kept secure at night, but not during the day? Why?”

“Yes, Master.” The vocaliser paused, and I could sense he was trying to find a way to explain without hitting the ‘droid restriction’. “It was my idea. At night I was locked in after some folk began to notice my … interesting affect on members of my own sex. When I began to … develop … I could not control my desires at night. I sleep walked, had erotic dreams … and my pheromones disturbed my father … So I asked them to lock me in the quarantine belt and the suit and restrict me to my room at night.”

“But during the day you could control it?”

“During the day, when I had to go outside the station, I wore a special thong that disguised my genitals. It was uncomfortable, especially to sit.” There was a slight hesitation. “Then you were assigned to my father’s station. You were different. You wear your Mutant suit without shame. You accept the insults, the slurs, and always joke and smile … and you were always kind, no matter how unfair everything was. I wanted to know you better, to share your life … to escape mine …” The vocaliser made the tiny sound again. “So I rigged your Compo …”  

“Jorge, my darling, do you know how dangerous that was for both of us?”

“Yes, Master …” His grip on my body tightened imperceptibly. “I knew it was stupid, but I needed … I was lonely … it was so hard being so close, and not … Alone at night, I could be with you in those recordings …” He paused, and I sensed that in his self-imposed droid restrictions, he was crying. “So I determined to become your droid. Please forgive me, Master …”

“Well, we haven’t been caught … yet.” Kissing his rubber face gently, I asked, one arm on his waist and a hand holding that beautiful dildo penis curled over his large scrotal bulb, “And now you are my droid, sharing my bed as Compo never did — is it worth it? Are you happy being a droid whose main function is to give me the sexual relief a mutant needs?”

“Oh Master …” The pause suggested he was having trouble vocalising. “Master is everything I hoped, everything I dreamed. Every time you insert your beautiful penis into my man pussy, or my mouth, I am in heaven … I am your droid, it is my function to serve you, to provide you with the sexual pleasure you need, and to receive your issue when your cum bladder needs draining …” 

“Jorge, you are the most beautiful, most amazing person …” Probing his oral sleeve with my tongue, I savoured the taste of my own cum. “Tell me honestly, my love, do you really like being like this? Do you intend to remain like this?”

“Beloved Master, I am your droid. You know we can’t be together if I am not like this, but as your droid … It is my wish to be your droid. This is a state I have chosen so I can share my life with yours … It pleases me to be enjoyed by my master, to have his penis filling my anal sleeve, or my oral sleeve and to receive his cum. It gives me pleasure to have my Master enjoy my dildo penis inside him, and to be allowed to discharge my cum into him.” The vocaliser stopped. “I do not want to return to my former life — as I must if I cannot be your droid. If I do that, I will be exposed as an unregistered mutant, and taken to the Institute …”

That reminded me. I needed to know why he claimed I was treated differently as a Mutant. Why would he, far more technically able than I am, not be an ‘Exiled Mutant’ as I am? Why had he chosen life as this quasi droid? It would have to wait. Jorge wouldn’t know the answer, and besides, I needed my sleep.

“Jorge, I’m no more ‘free’ than you are, but as long as I have breath in my body, and I am Exiled Mutant Fifty, I will do whatever I need to do to keep you as my droid.” Kissing his rubber mouth again, I whispered, “Now I’m going to do something we’ve never tried before … I’m going to fuck you face to face. On your back, my droid, spread those gorgeous legs and raise them …”

“Yes, Master.” He raised and spread his legs, gripping them behind his knees, he pulled them level with his head, exposing his muscular perineum and his beautifully formed anal grommet. “Fuck your droid, Master, he is ready to receive you.”

Positioning myself, I smiled, my now rigid penis touching his grommet. “Droid Four Seven Jay Seven Eight you have a beautiful pussy, a magnificent penis and you are mine. As long as you wish to remain a droid, you will be mine, and if you decide to revert to being Mutant Jorge again … It better be with the intention of being MY Mutant Jorge …”

My glans stretched his anal grommet and I heard the soft moan from his oral opening as my shaft slipped slowly deeper. His lubricator was in full flow, and it required no effort to slip slowly into the warm, well lubricated sleeve … 

“Droid, you will describe for your Master exactly what you are feeling as your Master fucks you.” I moved his scrotum gently so I would not impact it, and smiled. “Commence …”

“Master feels different at this angle … Master feels so good … Master fills me beautifully.” I began to thrust gently. “Master’s member touches places …” He shuddered. “It’s beautiful, Master … the sensations … I feel every touch, Master … May I erect my own penis, Master?”

“You may.” I grinned, watching his dildo sheathed penis uncurled, straightened and went rigid. “And you will release your cum each time you feel an orgasm …”

“Yes, Master.” Seconds later, he erupted, his stream of cum arcing over his chest to strike his rubber face. His commentary continued until, finally, I released my own cum into him. 

For a long time afterwards, we lay side by side, not speaking. Finally I broke the silence and ordered the lights off.

“We need to sleep, but tomorrow morning you are to wake me up restrain me, and take ‘your’ pleasure …” I kissed his cum smeared rubber cheek. “And I forgive you, Jorge. Don’t do it again. Remember, you are my lover and partner as well as my droid now.”

The Guardians kept us busy, and being in this state of isolation, we barely noticed the passage of the days. We ‘built’ several more droids around fellow mutants, all from important families and in need of being concealed. We were not told which families, or why it was necessary for them to be hidden like this. That there was a lot happening in the world around us was clear, and to be fair, they kept us up to date on all the major events. The first sign that something big was happening, was us being joined at this base by several more Exiled Mutants.

“It’s bloody circus out there,” EM Forty-Two told me. An older EM, he slipped easily into a sort of ‘father’ role for the rest of us. “The Command Council has split, and it’s rippled downward. There’s been fighting and deaths on both sides. The Guardians have taken on the Mutant Police and suppressed them — that was triggered when someone exposed what was happening in the Institute for Mutant Control and the facilities for processing us …” 

“Why the hell didn’t they just ask us?” EM Sixty-Four asked.

“I think they knew … or could guess, but needed proof.” Forty-two shrugged. “Anyway, the new Admiral has ordered it shut down, and the Guardians have arrested all the staff and are hunting down the ones that got away. The mutant hunter mob and the lot in the Officer families that were stirring them up have all fled Capitolia and several other centres and set up a separate colonial government on Austropia. Good luck to them.”

“I’ve a question,” I intervened. “Does anyone know why some of us were made EMs, but most Mutants were processed differently and sent to the manufactories as unskilled labour?”

“Do you have any memories of your family? Your mother perhaps?”

“Not really. I sort of remember living with a woman in a big house. A room with lots of toys … but then I was taken to the Institute …”

“Thought so.” He nodded. “All of us EMs are from Officer Families. Think about it. They’re supposed to be leading, to be a sort of elite, and they’re breeding mutants and somewhere back before it had become a real problem, someone decided to isolate mutants and prevent them breeding and passing on the mutation. At first it was a small number, easy to just isolate and keep in the Institute fucking themselves to death. Then the numbers grew, and they had to find a way to use them, so some got trained to do the maintenance we do, and the Exiled status made us useful, and kept us from breeding, but the numbers kept increasing, and eventually only the Officer Class mutants were made EMs — the others were placed in Manufacturies run by the Institute and remote from any colonial settlement.”

“Bastards.” One of the other EMs exclaimed, his anger echoed by the rest of us. “Absolute bastards …”

“Yes, but they have a problem now, and it’s accelerating. It used to be about one in a hundred boys were born mutants, but now they’ve realised that the women are mutating as well, and the number of mutant boys born is now one in five …” Forty-Two smiled. “That’s what triggered the panic about ‘hidden’ mutants.”

“So what are they doing about it? What will they do about us?” Another of the EMs demanded.

“They’ve started by shutting down the Institute. I hope they’re dealing with the bloody manufacturies and the poor bastards they’ve abused in them.” Forty two stopped as the door opened and the Guardian Commander entered behind a man whose uniform rubber suit proclaimed him to be a much higher rank. “Good afternoon, sirs.”

We’d all stood automatically and adopted the required posture EMs are trained to use in the presence of any authority figure.

“Gentlemen, please sit down, and relax.” The new man frowned. “I am not here to impose upon you.” He paused as we seated ourselves again. “You will be aware the colony is undergoing some sweeping changes. Some of them will be very difficult for us all, but for you in particular I suspect. As of this moment you are no longer subject to exile status. Commander Ares will shortly invite you to accompany him to the Commissariat where you will be given a choice of new rubber suits to wear in future.” A brief smile flashed across his face. “None of you will, in future, be required to wear the outfit you are currently wearing — unless you choose to do so.” Pausing again, he continued, “As soon as it is safe, and we have had time to … adjust you to this new freedom, you will be given the choice of how and where you wish to live and what employment you wish to take up.” He glanced at me. “I’m aware that many of you have skills far beyond what you are currently using to the advantage of the colony.”

“What’s happening to the lads in the manufacturies, sir … Admiral?” Forty-two asked.

“They’re being offered rehab, retraining, and compensation — and their freedom, of course.” The admiral shook his head. “It’s going to take a little time to deal with all the problems, and we may have to call on you gentlemen to help with some matters.” Smiling, he added, “It will be voluntary, of course. Despite the efforts of those who refuse to accept any change, we have to change. We have to give all our people a say in how they live their lives, and it can’t be done overnight.” Glancing at the Commander, he said, “Would you care to go to the Commissariat with Commander Ares? A small step perhaps on the road to a better future for us all.”  

It felt very strange to be dressed in a plain dark grey rubber suit. No label, no number on display, no chastity belt, just a standard pouch …

“Fifty, would you fetch your droid, and bring him to my office?” Commander Ares stopped me as I made to leave the commissariat stores. “The admiral wants to see you both.”

“Does the Admiral know, Jorge is …?”

“Yes, he does.” Smiling, he added. “And he’s impressed.”

“Master Fifty?” In his droid disguise Jorge couldn’t show his surprise as he stood to greet me. Evidently the shock of my new outfit overrode his careful restricting code. “Are we to be separated? Are you leaving …” He stopped as his coding kicked in.

“No, Jorge.” I strode forward and embraced the rubber droid body. “Everything is changed. Mutants are no longer restricted … or exiled.” My mouth covered his rubber lips. “We’re all free … and you can stop hiding in your droid body, and be yourself. My lover, my partner — together we can make our own lives, our own future … But first, the Admiral wants to talk to us.” Taking his hand, I kissed him again. “Come, my darling, let’s go and hear what he wants …”

Hand in hand we were ushered into the Commander’s office. The Admiral stood, a smile on his face.

“So this is Jorge.” Walking forward as the door closed, he extended a hand to Jorge. “I wanted to thank you in person for your superb disguise you built around my son.” The door behind him opened, and I exclaimed in pleasure as I recognised the ‘droid’ entering. “Sirius has a proposal to discuss with you, so I’ll hand you over to him.” Watching as Sirius embraced me and I drew Jorge into the embrace with him, he said, “Sirius, take them to your quarters.” He winked at me. “No one will disturb you until you three want to be.” 

“Thank you, sir.” I made to follow Jorge and Sirius, but he put a hand on my arm.

“When you are free, I have a great deal to discuss with you, Fifty. Most importantly, who you are and to restore your given name.” Releasing me, he waved me toward the door. “Better join the ‘droids’, yours might think you’ve been taken away from him.”

Feeling rather stunned, I joined the waiting droids who placed themselves on either side of me and hand in hand we walked to an elevator and rode this to a guarded suite on the highest level. As the elevator descended again, Sirius turned to us, his dildo penis raised, and said, “Master Fifty, I am at your service. Enjoy me.”

“I think we need to repeat the manner in which we commissioned you, Sirius.” Removing my codpiece I raised my penis. “I will go beneath you, and enjoy your penis, you will take mine, and Jorge will enter your pussy. Lead us to your sleeping quarters.”

“This way, Master …”

I positioned myself, and Sirius placed himself above me, and we told each other’s rigid members in our mouths, then I watched in pleasure as my beloved Jorge sank that gorgeous rubber sheathed dildo penis into Sirius. Gently I reached up and fondled the gorgeous swollen scrotums as we each set to work and I admired to pair of beautifully moulded perineums. Releasing Jorge’s beautiful gonad sack, I explored his anal grommet, then gently sank a finger into him and found the sweet spot all us mutants have, sensing his response, I released a cumload into Sirius’ oral sleeve and was rewarded with a flood of his.

After a while we changed places, now it was Sirius underneath, Jorge in the top position and me behind Jorge …

Eventually, having repeated the change, and now sated, we followed Sirius to the living room where he seated us on a wide rubber upholstered sofa, with me between them.

“Master Fifty,” Sirius began, “I am instructed to offer you a position in my family’s household.” There was a pause. “I must remain a droid until … certain matters are settled. My father thinks your companionship …” he paused again, “will make it easier since I can’t be reassigned …” 

My hands grasped Jorge’s member, and Siriuses, and after a moment’s pause, they each took hold of mine.

“What do you want, Sirius? Jorge?”

“To be your companion droids, Master.” They answered together.

“But, Jorge, you are free to shed that droid body and be yourself,” I said. “And Sirius you’re assigned …”

“Yes, Master, but I love being a droid — your droid. I will remain a droid as long as Sirius must remain a droid.” Jorge’s vocaliser paused. “Like this I am free to be myself. Your droid and your lover.”

“And Commander Master Ares does not have time to use me …” Sirius answered. “As often as I need …”

“Then I think I have no choice either. Sirius, it looks like you’ve got company. I accept your family’s offer.”