The New Terrans

Chapter 13

Revelations in Circe

“Your latest conversion is doing well,” Jorge’s father told me as I entered his office. He grinned as he eyed my bulging pink codpiece. “I’ve never really thanked you for taking Jorge as your droid. Marietta and I knew what you risked …” He hesitated. “It was Jorge’s idea. He tried it out as the Quarantine droid — just wearing a shell. But to do it longterm needed something a lot more sophisticated.”

“I’ve been wondering about that …” Watching his face, I asked, “Who helped him ..?”

“He researched a lot of the electronic stuff. Tried it on himself, I helped him with the engineering of the exoskeleton and his mother helped with all the biological aspects.” Smiling, he added, “Between us we built it all onto him … We had to rush it in the end, but we had to get you to accept him as a replacement before … We can’t thank you enough …”

“No, I should be thanking you. Jorge is the finest gift you could give me. What can I offer you — and your wife — in thanks? I don’t have anything except myself …” I’d learned his wife was also a mutant, and Jorge the result of an interesting gestation process outside his mother’s body. Grinning, I added, “If you’d like …”

“You mean …?” Grinning, he continued, “We’d both like to take you to our bed …” 

“If you want to, I’m willing … But I have trouble with females …” Shrugging, I said, “Conditioning — thanks to the Institute …”

“Ah.” He grinned. “Have you ever encountered a mutant woman? They’re not quite the same … But, not to worry, if you’re game to try something different, I’ll tell Marietta, she’s in oestrus as it happens and has wanted to try something …”

“She’s in oestrus?”

“Yeah.” He grinned. “Mutant females are very different from the human version. Fertilisation takes place inside her, but the gestation happens in an egg-like manner …” 

“I’ll think about that, but, if you’d like to do a trail run on me …” I grinned. “My man hole is available, and so is my mouth …”

“Now?” He paused. “Why the hell not? Can I fuck you? Here?”

“Go for it.” Grinning, I positioned myself to receive him from behind. “I’m lubed and ready …” Teasing, I added, “Give me a good dose of that gorgeous equipment I’ve been admiring all these years.”

“You’ve asked for it,” he retorted positioning himself. Inserting himself into my opening, he sank fully into me and I flexed my anal sleeve on his organ, gently massaging it. “Damn,” he gasped, “That feels … Hell, if I’d known you guys felt this good …” Beginning to thrust gently, he gripped my hips. “What’s it like for you?”

“Very good, sir. If I’d known before that you fancied …” Tightening my muscles I gripped him firmly, stopping his thrusting. “With a non-mutant, it feels good, depending on the position he takes me in … With another mutant?” I chuckled, and let him start thrusting again. “Mind blowing. Especially with Jorge enjoying me …”

“Whatever you’re doing with those muscles …” He panted. “Don’t stop … and if you’re ever in need and want … I’ll make myself available … and I’m Jena, not ‘sir’ any longer.”       

Jena certainly was good! He knew how to give his partner pleasure, and how to make it last. He gave me a good load of his cum, squirming a bit when I gripped his penis as it softened, holding him inside me until I sensed he was hardening up again. Grinning at him over my shoulder, I said, “Round Two when you’re ready, sir …”

He had a different idea for Round Three, insisting I allow him the pleasure of enjoying my cock. It became a regular tryst, much to Jorge’s amusement.

Progress with Jens was slow, though his being encased in the droid body made it easier to control him and to take care of his needs. Sirius scarcely left his side, and both Jorge and I gave all the assistance we could. Eugen and Franz, still in their droid guise were off on a new assignment. I’d told Jorge about my discussion with his father and I had the feeling that, inside his droid body, he’d laughed. His droid hand found mine as we lay, side by side, on our bed, his pale pink rubber skin gleaming in the soft lights. Rolling on my side toward him, I slipped a leg over his, my penis snaking across to entwine with his, and kissed that latex breast.

“You know, I can’t wait until you’re released from this droid state, my love. Much as I love you like this, I long to be able to lie in bed like this with you — the real you, not A46-J-78 — in my arms.” We discussed this regularly, in the main because I worried that the longer he remained like this — now over a year — the less there would be of Jorge, the beautiful young man I’d known, and the more of a droid he would become. “You’ve been my droid for so long … What do you feel …?”

“It will be nice to feel your body against mine, Master.” The droid program was obviously restricting him from expressing ‘feelings’. “But as long as you are satisfied with me as your droid, I am content.”

“Jorge … I’m far, far more than ‘satisfied’ with you …” I wanted to swear at his droid behaviour. “But I worry about you … you are so much more than a droid, mine or any other.” An idea formed. “Would you like to accompany me for a short flight? If we can get permission, I’d like to show you a couple of places I find fascinating.”

“I’d like to accompany you, Master.” Jorge’s program clearly modified his answer, and I sensed the frustration as he added, “I go where my Master requires.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, my love.” I kissed his rubber lips, smiling into his beautiful eye lenses as I ran a hand over the beautifully sculpted rubber body next to me. “Jorge, you are magnificent and one day soon you are going to put me in some heavy restraints, and have your way with me … free of your restricting program!”

“If that is what my Master wants …”

“What I want is to have my beloved Jorge free of these restrictions, free of this droid body, and in my arms …” 

Permission for our little excursion came a few days later, though it was for a specific area, and I made sure Captain Erik of the Guardians knew my plan to visit the caverns in the area, and where to find them. I found it difficult to adjust to always having a 'security' presence, and to being of equal status to Sirius, my family having descended from one of the ship Commanders. It felt a little strange to be lifting off in my now modified ship with just Jorge on board, safely ensconced in his ‘charging station’. As soon as we were clear of Circe and had attained the assigned altitude, I set the autopilot and course, then left the pilot chair.

“Join me in our new observation lounge, Jorge.” 

The glass enclosed ‘living pod’ sits below the Pilot Deck, with the access and boarding hatch and ramp behind it. Aft of that is the power plant and machinery, control computer and storage, with my living space and sleeping quarters above it. I’d had it refitted — now I was allowed a human companion — so that I could sit with a companion to watch the passing scene. It wasn’t really designed for a droid to sit with me, but it was the best we could have while Jorge remained a ‘Droid’.

 “Where are we going, Master?” Jorge asked as we sat side by side watching the tops of the mushroom shaped trees in their different shapes, sizes and colours passing beneath us. The occasional sauropod looked up to watch us pass, but we were now out in the wild lands the original colonists had found it impossible to settle.

“I want to show you some of the caverns we EMs used to take our ships into to sit out some of the storms.” I slipped an arm over his rubber shoulders. “They’re huge, not natural and pretty strange — all the same sort of huge domed space. No one knows who or what made them.” I paused. “Our instruments always register some electronic signal, but there’s nothing there at all …”

“I think I have heard of these. Yes, Compo had recorded a visit to one.” He paused. “You met a Guardian there.” His rubber encased hand moved to rest on the top of my thigh.

“So I did.” Laughing, I added, “Erik. He put me into the sort of harness the Institute was using on mutants like Jens I think, but without putting me through that process … as you’ll have seen. Did Combo’s record show you anything of the cavern?” Lifting his hand, I moved my penis onto my thigh, and placed his hand on on my relaxed member, pecking his cheek as his hand closed on it in a gentle manner. “And now I want to take you there. Just us. Just you and I to have time to ourselves …”

“No, only that you entered one, and landed inside it. He never left the ship, so saw nothing outside it except what was visible from the living quarters.” Pausing again, he continued. “The cavern is not natural? Did men make it? Compo’s record seemed … unusual. His electronics registered something, but it was unlike anything I have seen before.”

“I guess we’ll know tomorrow. We’ll be there by midmorning. This afternoon, my love, we’ll stop on the butte we stopped at on your first flight with me and spend the night there.”

“I look forward to your pleasure, Master,” he vocalised, his dildo penis uncurling and looping over his thigh to touch the tip of mine. “It is a beautiful place.”

“It is, my love,” I chuckled at the stilted way his droid restriction program forced him to say this, and the equally creative way he signalled his anticipation. “And it’ll always be our ‘special’ place — the place we truly found each other.”

The cave opened up before me as the ship eased out of the entrance passage, the ship’s powerful floodlights illuminating it as we emerged into the vast open space. As always my instruments flickered, and I let the ship carry out a slow circuit as I studied the cave checking for signs of any other visitors. Then I set us down facing the entrance. 

“We’re grounded, Jorge,” I said, standing and moving to where he waited in his charging station. “Everything okay?”

For a moment he made no response or movement, then he began to remove himself.

“My system is being accessed by an unknown source, Master. It attempts to communicate, but the language is unknown.” Jorge stopped vocalising and his ‘voice’ was replaced by a strange musical cadence. 

A moment later his dildo penis moved from its ‘stowed’ position, rising like a snake and questing first left, then right, before rising to the erect position, and pointing at me. Slowly he moved close, then took my hand in his. The sounds changed and he gestured, indicating I should walk with him. 

“Very well, Jorge. Show me …” I fell into step beside him and we walked across the space toward on of the strange shapes that are a feature of the floor of these caverns.

It was some distance across the cavern before he stopped in front of a large circular ‘platform’. The musical tones from his vocaliser changed slightly a more complex cadence. We both stepped onto it and walked to a position in the centre, where we turned to face each other, and held hands.

“What ..?” I exclaimed as tentacle like appendages extruded from the floor between us, winding around our wrists. More emerged from the floor, wrapping around our legs and then our bodies, tightening as I struggled. Jorge remained absolutely still as this happened. “Hey! What ..?” I protested as a slim extrusion entered my anal sleeve, and now another thicker tentacle engulfed my now raised penis in what I realised was a moist tube and began milking me. I stopped struggling as a sense of calm flooded through me.

“Do not resist and do not be afraid, Felix. We are accepted. We must return with Sirius, Jens and the others.” His vocaliser paused. “Let your seed flow … you will be rewarded.”

The thing engulfing my penis was doing things no milker had every do to me, and whatever was being released in my anus was stimulating me in ways I’d never experienced. It gave me an earth shaking orgasm, and then my ejaculations started. Time stood still. The sensations enveloped me, my mind filled with a sort of fog, and the most beautiful music imaginable …

I came to my senses on our bed, with Jorge at my side. My skin felt different, and it took me a moment to realise why. My original latex suit was gone and I was now naked, but my ‘skin’ now shone, and shone like polished latex. 

“What happened?” I demanded, aware only that my head seemed to be clearer than I could ever recall. My body glowed and I rolled onto my side, and propped myself on one elbow as my penis snaked itself onto Jorge’s droid thigh and sought contact with his. “How did we get here ..?”

Jorge rolled toward me, his droid mouth seeking mine as his free arm drew my body to his. The kiss was prolonged.

“We are the first, my beloved Master. We must bring our friends, and they must bring theirs. Everything will be revealed to the Admiral when Sirius is accepted by the entity that regulates this world.” The voice paused again. “Our bodies now have the natural skin of this world, we are the first, my love. Our adaptation to this world will be completed when everyone is like us.”

“How do you know this ?” I ‘remembered’ and knew the answer before he responded.

“My droid circuits are connected to the host …” 

“Your droid ..?” I realised that I not only understood what he was saying, but ‘knew’ it. Images flooded my head. Images of the world as it was at some distant time in the past. Images of a race and people humanoid in form, but with tentacle-like limbs and now I was certain, I was seeing and hearing the same message. We, as a species, were being adapted to the planet, not its ‘masters’ but as its ’stewards’ to protect and care for it. This was why we were mutating, why we were becoming  something else, better adapted to our environment. Smiling, I rolled toward him. “It seems my human ‘circuits’ are also connected, my love.” 

 “I remain your droid, beloved Master.” Jorge extended his penis to meet mine. “Until Sirius can shed his disguise, and I will remain this droid if you desire it …”

“If I desire ..?” Rolling toward him I wrapped my penis round his dildo sheather organ and put my arm over his was it. “No, Jorge. I want to have Jorge, not a droid, in my arms, in my bed, in my pussy and in my mouth … and I want Jorge to hold me, and use his own voice and his own lips when we make love …” Kissing him, I continued, “I love you as a droid, but I want to world to see my lover, my partner, as himself. The beautiful man who has turned himself into a droid so we can be together …”

I could sense the struggle in him to overcome the droid program as he lay against me, eventually he managed, “I look forward … to being free, Master. But it will not be easy to release me completely …” He lowered his lips to mine and we kissed, my tongue slipping into his oral sleeve, as his vocaliser said, “Would my Master enter me as he did before, and use me face to face ..? Droid A47J78 needs his Master’s cum …”

He rolled onto his back as soon as we broke to kiss, spread his legs wide and raised his hips to receive me. His legs wrapped over my shoulders and back as my member entered him, his back arching to thrust himself onto me. As I began to thrust, his rigid penis pressed itself to my abdomen, and I whispered, “Coat me in your cum, my darling …”