The New Terrans

Chapter 3

A taste of trouble ahead

The doctor wasn’t like our usual man, and she had two men with her who reeked of ‘mutant hunter’. Both were brutes, their rubber leggings moulded to their legs and crotches, which I automatically noted, weren’t very interesting, and their tight rubber shirts were covered by short jackets covering their muscular chests and arms. Neither of them were in the least attractive, and their attitudes certainly reflected it.

“Mutant Fifty, this is a special examination. We’re here to determine whether or not your mutation is stable, or whether the threat you represent is increasing.” She turned to the men. “Remove his quarantine suit. Leave the chastity device — for now.”

“Take it easy,” I protested as the first guy grabbed me roughly and started tugging the muzzle free, manhandling my head and twisting my neck. “I may be a mutant, but I’m still a person.”

“Humph,” one of the pair snorted, but it had some effect at least. 

“Don’t damage him,” snapped the doctor. I noted she didn’t say not to hurt me or injure me. Clearly I was just an ‘object’ as far as she was concerned, not a person.

They peeled the suit down my body, were a bit rough getting it over the chastity device, causing me to protest again. 

“Put him in the examination frame.” The order from the doctor was blunt. She made no attempt to address me, and neither of her ‘assistants’ said anything either as they propelled me roughly toward the heavy metal structure and attached me to it with my arms stretched out to my sides with my legs spread apart in a sort of spreadeagled position. Still without saying anything or explaining what she was doing, she began attaching a variety of pads to my chest, torso and back and then inserted a large probe into my anus while the men watched. It gave me a small pleasure to see that both the brutes now had raging hard-ons.

“Remove that chastity belt,” she ordered.

They did, roughly. I bit my lip, clearly they wanted me to react, so I refused to oblige.

Grasping my penis she examined it, again, none too gently as she did so. Then it was my scrotum’s turn. The discomfort apart I gave no reaction, in fact, having a woman handle my genitals was making me feel a strong revulsion. Finally, she nodded, released my scrotum and said,  “Good. His conditioning is still in place. Now fit the milker to him, and you can enjoy impregnating him while he’s milked.”

With her watching I found it difficult to cum anyway but now I was also angry, though I was careful not to show it. It didn’t need an effort to control my urge to drop my cumload to her obvious annoyance. I made them work for it. Both her assistant’s had to fuck me several times before I allowed myself to cum. Neither of them had much too boast about in their genitals, and neither were very stimulating. Compo was much more exciting. 

Evidently I passed, because they eventually locked me into the chastity belt again, restored the quarantine suit and told me I could go. Throughout there was no attempt to explain their actions, or justify them. At least I got a few loads of cum out of it but I would definitely have preferred having sex with my droid, Compo! He might be a machine in a rubber body, but he was gentler and much more considerate.

On my final day before departure I made the walk back to the Commissariat building alert to the caution among the residents. Okay, having had no sexual activity for five days, I was very much on edge. I couldn’t help notice the Controller’s attractive son seemed to be out shopping. Slim in build, he had a good figure, narrow hips, tight butt, and a good package at his crotch. Having no desire to get either of us into trouble, I pretended not to see him anywhere public, or address him directly at the station. He was always busy around the station with the servicing and programming of the charging stations our companion droids were ‘parked’ in when not in use … I caught myself wondering if he ever ‘tested’ a droid on himself.

On my way back I stopped on impulse to sit for a while on a bench and watch the world I can never be a part of go by. It immediately attracted the attention of a pair of the mutant hunters, so it was something of a relief to get back to my suite, and, next morning, get airborne.

With my work done for the day, I gave myself the pleasure of a session with Compo. The area around the site was open country, with a distant view of some mountains. A little way to my north lay a small lake, favoured by a number of small sauropods at present. I watched them play in and around the water while Compo gave my penis some soothing oral attention. Feeling my rising cum, I shifted my attention and let my feelings focus in my now excited glans. As I released my sperm the com signal sounded.

Letting Compo finish draining me, I barked, “Mutant Five-Zero.”

“Five-zero, I have you on visual. I will be with you in ten minutes, prepare to be inspected.” The hologram of the Guardian was clear. One I regularly ‘served’. He was beautifully built, his body toned, and a gorgeous penis he certainly knew how to use effectively.

“I’ll be ready, Guardian.” All of us mutants welcomed these trysts, despite the risk of betrayal. The reason is quite simple — we need the nutrients that can only be got from another man’s cum. This is usually partially obtained, by our companion droids, capturing our own semen, and injecting it back to us … But better is to be impregnated by another man, another mutant if possible. The alternative is to take food supplements, many of which have unwanted side effects. This Guardian would be a feast …

The hologram winked out.

“Want to try that upgrade you got, Compo?” Grinning, I turned myself, and bent forward. “Lube me up thoroughly, please — I’m going to need it with this Guardian.”

“As you wish, Master Five-O.” The companion unit now boasted a dildo penis modelled on a mutant member, and almost as prehensile. “Shall I simulate copulation with you?” He asked as his new ‘member’ penetrated my muscle.

“Show me what you can do with it, Compo, but make it a quick one. I know this Guardian, he’ll do a thorough job on me …”

Compo certainly did a good job of lubing me up. He finished fastening my Mutant suit as the Guardian’s airship settled to one side and a little behind us. My manhole was now full of the special lubricant we used. Most of the Guardians I encountered — against regulations — just wanted a quick fuck. Our mutant anatomy isn’t quite like a non-mutants, our anal opening is far more elastic and the chamber inside muscular. For us its really pleasant as well as we get an orgasm out of a good fuck, and triple score pleasure when it’s by another mutant — which isn’t often.

“Thanks, Compo.” I kissed his rubber lips. “I like that upgrade, and I’ll want some more of it from now on.” Then I hurried down the ramp to greet the Guardian, my penis curled over and under my scrotum. His skintight uniform showed his physique beautifully, the prominent bulge of the genital shield all Guardians wore, straining the crotch. My libido soared. I knew this Guardian well. He was regular ‘customer’ and he knew how to really give me some great sex.

“You were in Circe a few weeks ago?” He greeted me as I made the required submission. “Notice any changes?”

“Could hardly miss all the Mutant Hunters. What’s going on?” Shrugging, I invited him to enter my ship. “I got an unscheduled medical. It was a new doctor. A women and two guys. Treated me as if I was some kind of animal.” 

He frowned, gripped my arms as I knelt and thrust his crotch shield forward for me to kiss.

“I know who that was. She had two thugs with her? Did you get a result of their exam?” 

“Yes, she did. Bastards. No, I didn’t get the report.” Frowning, I paused. “I don’t usually, but it goes on my record with the Controller in Circe. Why?” I remembered I was talking to a Guardian. “Sir.”

“There’s some dirty work going on in Capitolia.” He frowned. “Somebody is trying to stir things up against you mutants. It’s getting ugly.”

“Stirring people up against mutants? Why? We’re already exiled. Treated like animals — why are they making it worse?” Clearly sex was not on his mind as he helped himself to my only armchair. Mutants are not supposed to entertain so our accommodation tends to be fitted out for one … “Would you like some refreshment?”

“Why? I bloody well intend to find out. There’s some trouble between the Council families, and it seems to be part of that, but it goes deeper than that. There’s some very nasty people taking advantage of the idiots arguing about whose turn it is to play ‘Admiral’. It’s time the whole bloody system was changed.” He smiled suddenly. “I didn’t say that. Yes, I’d like some refreshment. Got any of that mallow beer they make in Circe?”

“Yes, I have.” Over my shoulder I ordered, “Compo; two mallow beers please.” I grinned, perching on the edge of the table I usually ate from. “And I didn’t hear whatever it was you didn’t say.”

“Good.” He eyed my crotch. “When last did you have a human partner?”

“About four months, if I don’t count the ‘medical’.” That certainly didn’t count. I love being restrained for sex, but usually with someone intent on making sure it was fun for me as well. The so-called ‘medical’ had been deliberately humiliating and unpleasant. Compo served the beer and withdrew quietly. 

“Want to change that?” His voice was soft as he asked.

“Yes, please.” I sipped the beer. “Compo has primed me.”

“Primed …?” He laughed. “Then give me a taste of that delicious looking tentacle and then you can tell me what you would like and where.”

Extending my penis, I let the blood flow into it tensioning the ‘head’ and increasing the rigidity as I moved to where he could take it in his mouth. Holding out my wrists I asked,  “Do you wish to fit the Mutant Restraints, sir?” 

“Do you want me to?” Grasping my penis, he kissed the tip. “I will if you wish, but I’d prefer you as you are, free to enjoy our coupling.”

“As you wish, sir.” He wasn’t behaving like the others that made use of my ‘assets’. I shivered as he began to enjoy my penis. He certainly knew how to stimulate someone like me! It was the best ‘head’ I’d experienced for a very long time, and I was disappointed when he stopped …

“Let’s call that taster.” His eyebrow arched. “Can we go to your sleeping quarters so we can really enjoy ourselves? We will not be disturbed.” He laughed. “Or detected by Mutant control.”

“For the look of it, sir, put the restraints on me, and take me to my sleeping quarters.” 

“If you insist.” He drew out the triple cuffs from his belt pouch, locked the central cuff round my penis root and scrotum, then locked the wrist cuffs to me. Surprising me again, he planted a kiss on my mouth. “Damn, you look so cute like that. Lead the way.”

“Yes, sir.” Turning I moved toward the ramp that goes up into the hull, and laughed as his hands gripped my tight butt cheeks, a finger exploring my puckered opening. “I hope, sir, intends to fill me with his manhood, sir.”

“Count on it, Fifty. At both ends.” Placing me on my back on my bed, he stripped, then straddled my chest, his beautiful erection aimed at my mouth. “Enjoy it.”

Extending my tongue I licked the precum from his slit, then carefully began to feast on his shaft, his balls, and finally that great flared ‘head’. His control was good, but eventually he delivered a good dose of his cum into my mouth. I was still licking my lips as he released the cuff around my cock and balls, moved back and gripped my cock in a signal to go rigid, and then impaled himself on my muscular penis.

“Like this, Fifty?” He asked gently as he began to ‘ride’ me. 

“Yes, sir …” I sighed. “Sir feels very good …”

He grinned. “How frequently can you cum?”

No one had ever asked this before, and I hesitated. The truth is that I can cum as often as I like since I control the release of cum from that special bladder — especially when with someone I enjoy coupling with. I settled for, “Several times, sir.”

“Liar.” He grinned. “I shall have to punish you now.” His hand found my scrotum and squeezed gently. “The truth is ‘as often as you wish’ you can never run out of it. Admit it!”

“Yes, sir, no, sir. I’m always ready to cum.”

“Good, so give me a big dose now.” He grinned as I released a cumshot and continued his rhythm. “Now keep shooting until I tell you to stop.”

He stopped me after ten, and stretched himself beside me on the bed, his mouth seeking mine in a lengthy kiss. Multiple cums like this are incredible. Each one is exquisite, and so many one after another always leaves me in a sort of trance, my system overloaded by the sensations. 

“Enjoyed that?” Massaging my stomach, he smiled. “My brother always did — until they identified him.” His hand gripped my still rigid penis. This was the only part of him like you and we managed to keep him under wraps until only a few months ago … then he began to lose his head hair and they had him.”

“I’m sorry.” I managed to get my brain functioning again. “Is he in the Institute now?”

“Yes.” Removing the manacles on my wrists, he tossed them onto the deck. “You ready?”

“Always, sir.” 

“Good.” He rolled onto his back. “Straddle me and coat me in cum! Especially my face.”

It doesn’t take a huge effort on my part to get an ejaculation, though I have to be aroused and I can control it, giving myself ‘dry’ orgasms. Now, still riding the hormone wave the earlier effort had triggered, I grasped my penis and began to stimulate my glans with my hand and fingers. An idea formed. 

“Sir? May I get my Compo to fuck me while I do this? It will make it more intense …”

“Do it.” He reached up and grasped my penis. “Summon him …”

Compo arrived on call, positioned himself and I adjusted my position to give him access … then he drove his penis into me and commenced fucking. The stimulus was awesome and within seconds I was sending long jets of my semen over the reclining Guardian as he held my cock and directed the cum over himself. I was in a trance by the time he ordered me to stop, then he took the Compo’s place in my butt and gave me the most beautiful fucking. 

I fell asleep next to him, exhausted. In the morning he was gone, but the Compo had a message for me, and a chip in a sealed packet. The message was simple.

“Thanks for a truly beautiful night. You won’t be bothered by any other Guardians in future and if the Mutant Police harass you, I will know, and they will regret it. The chip will enable you to summon help. Just insert it into your ship’s reader. I have modified your log to show only that I carried out a very thorough search and inspection of your ship. I will be in contact again soon.” 

“When did he go, Compo? I didn’t hear him?” That bothered me. We could have been attacked by a Terran Sabre Cat and I might have slept through it. I liked the thought of his contacting me again, though it was a bit worrying that he suggested I might have the Mutant Police watching me.

“Two hours and fifty-five minutes after you fell asleep, sir. I offered the use of your cleansing unit, but he declined, saying he wished to remain coated in your ejaculation.”

“Did he?” I eased myself off the bed. “Thanks, Compo. I think a change of bedding is needed.” Spontaneously, my cock raised itself and stiffened. “Damn, my libido seems to be out of control …”

“I’ll attend to it, sir. I have prepared your cleansing unit for you. Do you wish me to assist you?”

I hesitated. I’d not had a session as intense as this for months, and was feeling it even though a bonus of being a mutant is the speed at which I could recover. Now I needed a good rinsing in the shower unit, some lube injected gently into my butt, and something to eat. “Yes, please. In the cleansing unit.”