The New Terrans

Chapter 8

The Guardians require … 

Sitting in the observation chamber above the ship’s twin lift gas tanks, I slipped my arm round Jorge’s waist. The ship moved slowly over the surface and I pointed out some of the creatures we passed, and some of the beautiful plants and features of the surface.

“Having you as my companion has made an unbelievable difference to me, Jorge.” Hugging him gently, I watched the passing landscape beneath us and ahead. “I wish you could be yourself, instead of this beautiful droid …” 

“Don’t I please you like this, Master Fifty?” It didn’t help that his droid implants limited his responses to those a droid could make. “If you wish I can reprogram my responses.”

“Please me? Jorge, you’re bloody fantastic like this, but do you enjoy it? Do you like being confined to being a companion droid?”

“Master Fifty, you know I’m a mutant, as you are. I chose to make myself like this. It was my fetish as I developed and it was how I have managed to avoid detection. I knew it was the only way I can be with you. If I’d been found, I’d not have had the same freedom you have had. There are different laws, and now the new campaigns against people like us … Hidden Mutants were to get special treatment …” The vocaliser stopped. “Do I please you as your droid?”

“Jorge, my love, you are everything I could wish for and more — because you are yourself even in this droid guise. What you do to me sexually as my droid is fantastic, and I hope you experience it as beautifully as I do.” A wicked thought occurred to me. “You say you can reprogram? Then program this. You are to insert your gorgeous penis into me whenever you encounter me in front of you and I bend down.”

“Master does that frequently.”

“Then I guess I’m going to get a dose of your cum every time I do.” Standing, I grasped the rail in front of me and bent. A moment later his rubber dildo glans touched my opening and he entered me … “Take your pleasure, Jorge …” 

 The young man studied Jorge cautiously, one eye on me in my dayglo orange mutant exile rubber, and the other on Jorge. The youngster wore an expensive rubber suit and his ‘package’, carefully contained, suggested to me that he was a mutant despite not being bald. He had a good figure, and had very fine, short cropped hair, but no sign of a beard. His outfit also suggested that he was of high status, from one of the ‘officer’ families. The only thing we knew was that he needed to be hidden as one of the factions wished to use him to depose someone in one of the highest command positions … 

The Guardian accompanying him watched us all. 

“Seven-seven-one told me about this. Damned if I can tell the difference between your droid and the real ones,” The Guardian remarked quietly, glancing at the droid that had accompanied them.

“Oh, I can,” I retorted, a little recklessly. “Mine is far, far better …” Pausing I watched his reaction. This was, after all, the most senior Guardian outside of Capitolia. “Sir.”

“Yes, I expect you can,” he replied, smiling suddenly. “What do think, Sirius? The … opponents … won’t look at a companion droid, but do you think you can cope with it?” 

“I don’t know, Uncle.” Shrugging, he smiled for the first time. “Do I really have a choice? If they find me they’ll destroy my father and the rest of the family and bring down everything you and Dad have worked for.” Touching Jorge’s rubber arm, he asked, “May I talk to — Jorge — alone for a moment? Jorge, can you tell me exactly what it’s like being … a companion droid?”

“I can, sir.” Jorge answered.

“Good.” The young man turned to us. “Uncle? Fifty?”

“I have no objection, Sirius,” the Guardian turned to me. “Do you object?”

I shook my head, surprised at being consulted - even treated as a person - by someone of his status. I followed him to a comfortable sitting room, part of the suite evidently used to house important visitors at this facility. To my surprise the Guardian told me to sit and offered refreshment instead of ordering me to sit in a separate room. He laughed when I suggested he get someone else to join us as I wasn’t wearing a quarantine suit and we were alone. “Bloody nonsense. Sit down. This facility is the most secure on the planet. No one here is a trait … likely to report you or anyone else to Mutant Control or anyone else. That’s why Seven-seven-one and his team took you off your ship and brought you here in one of ours.”

“So where’s my ship?” I was suddenly anxious. My ship was my home, my world, my haven in a world that hated my mutant body. “Sir.”

“Doing your rounds.” He smiled and offered a drink and a plate of food. “I know all about the ‘training’ you got in the Institute, and once this current … unpleasantness … is over that will stop.” Taking a drink, he paused. “More than half the population are now mutants, most not as obvious as you. Many are able to avoid detection,” he laughed, “if their families notice the genitals early and coach their sons in how to disguise it.”

“If that’s true, sir, why are we now being hunted and subject to such hatred?”

“Fear, Fifty.” He paused, watching my face with a steady gaze. “For reasons unknown, more and more young men are showing the mutation later and going undetected until they are required to breed. For some of the most senior families it’s a disaster, because almost all their male offspring are mutants. Unfortunately, some of the less suitable elements of those families see it as an opportunity … Sirius is the heir of his father’s position and some of his relatives want to use him against his father.”

The door opened and Sirius entered smiling, with Jorge following.

“Jorge tells me it will take a week to build all the control implants and install them, then construct the droid body around me, Uncle.” Taking a seat opposite me, he watched as Jorge took a stand behind my seat and placed his droid hands on my shoulders. “It will be difficult for me, I think, but Jorge assures me that with the right Master, I will soon find it easy to adapt.”

“I see.” The Guardian studied me and Jorge for a moment. “Sirius, this is a big step for you and won’t be easy to adjust to being restricted and controlled like this. It will protect your father, but it will, I think, have a permanent affect on you.”

“I accept that, Uncle.” Sirius laughed. “I’ve been hiding my mutation for far, far too long. It will be a relief to be able to be what I am without anyone trying to use me to their advantage against my family.” He looked at Jorge. “When can you start?” 

It was a fascinating process to watch. I hadn’t appreciated exactly how complex it was, and what Jorge had done to himself with his parents assistance. He admitted to me privately that though he’d been planning it for several years, it had taken almost as long to work it all out and then to fabricate everything and install it piece by piece on himself until he was ready for the final step … sealing himself into the ‘body’ of a droid. He’d needed his father’s help for that, and his parent had even manipulated the records to cover his ‘disappearance’.

Sirius stood still, legs slightly apart, arms out to his sides in the skintight silver of the base suit that now covered all the sensors matching the implanted chips in his body. Only his crotch, butt and face remained open, his obviously mutant genitals — easily as large as mine — on full display. How he’d remained ‘undetected’ and unreported, I daren’t ask, that he was a member of a very important family was obvious. Only they had the kind of influence to get away with it — and some went to great lengths to deny any of their family might be. Sirius’ family were clearly not one of those. 

I’d been fascinated to see that his penis needed two implanted chips at the ‘head’ and in the shaft, with another in his scrotum and two more in his perineum — one at his opening. Like all full mutants, his penis was muscular and fully prehensile, more a tentacle than a limb, and lacked a prepuce. The ‘head’ was large and well shaped with a wide flare where his glans crowned the shaft of his organ.

“Master Fifty, please fit the sleeve to his penis and insert his scrotum into the form.” Jorge knelt behind Sirius ready to insert the anal sleeved secure the grommet that would now line and reinforce the double sphincter. The droid ‘body’ had to be assembled section by section, and this ‘sleeve’ was in fact the ‘dildo’ that would cover the wearers own penis. This was attached to the scrotal containment unit and the anal lubrication and cleansing unit and hid beneath the latex outer surface, the tubes through which lubricants, nutrient skin lotions and, of course, the opening through which any lubricant or ejculate would issue. It would eventually be integrated into the lower body of the torso.  

“Raise and extend your organ, please,” I asked looking up at Sirius. He was attractive, and his natural scent, this close, was sending my desire soaring. It was a strange experience for me, an Exiled Mutant, to be doing this work under supervision of the Guardians, and knowing I was working on someone who was from the very top families. Even stranger was the fact no one had insisted I wear a quarantine suit — in fact I’d been told not to be ridiculous …

He smiled as he looked down, a drop of precum forming as he extended it, and laughed. “Would you do me the honour … I need … Before I … become a droid.”

I needed no second invitation. My mouth took his beautiful penis and I set to work while Jorge waited. Sirius had evidently not had sex before we’d started fitting the droid sensors and base suit, and now he had to fight to resist the urge to shoot his load in one hit. I was aware of Jorge standing and heard his vocaliser say something softly, and then I was swallowing an explosion of sperm. 

Jorge supported Sirius as he tried to recapture his breath and I quickly fitted his rigid organ into the dildo sleeve, then carefully encased his large scrotum in its container. Then it was my turn to support him as Jorge inserted the sleeve, filled with a very large dildo for the purpose, positioned the grommet and sealed the whole crotch unit to the base suit. 

“That thing …” gasped Sirius. “Does it stay there?”

“It must remain for at least an hour, sir,” Jorge answered. “It is necessary so that the sleeve bonds properly to your body.” 

“It feels …” Sirius swallowed. “Bonds to my … Does that mean it’s permanent?”

“It can be, sir,” Jorge responded, busy connecting a web of thin wires and tubes. “The sleeve will be removed, if you wish, when the droid body is removed. It requires only your receiving a flush with an enzyme solution.” He began fitting the frame that would hide the normal movement of Sirius’ chest and carry all the power units, micro pumps and coolant circulation unit.

While he was busy on Sirius’ body, I was at work ‘building’ his arms and legs. Finally we had only the headpieces to install. 

“Once the oral sleeve is installed, sir, you will be able to speak only through the vocaliser.” Jorge stood in front of Sirius, the face plate of the headpiece in his hands as I fitted the ‘head’ and sealed it to the neck of the suit beneath. “Your mouth will be of use only for sex, refreshment and your nutrition unit. You must vocalise through your larynx. I have explained the technique.” 

“I guess …” Sirius smiled. “I know this suit isn’t yet activated, but it feels a lot … more comfortable than I expected.” Looking at the mouthpiece that would go inside his mouth, he asked, “If someone kisses you …?” 

“The sensors in the lips match the implants in yours allow you to enjoy the same sensation, but more erotically,” my beloved Jorge answered. “A small enhancement I made for my own pleasure …”

“Then let’s do it, Jorge. Fifty. Thank you.” He looked at his uncle. “Thanks for setting this up, Uncle Callum. I hope you’ve assigned me to someone …”

“I have, nephew.” The Commander smiled. “To myself.”

“Once the mouthpiece is positioned and the faceplate sealed, the suit will activate fully. It carries the same programming as mine. Your autonomy will be restricted, you will be compelled to obey instructions from a human partner. Like the anal sleeve the mouthpiece will bond to your mouth as I explained when you first examined me. The dildo plug will hold it in place until the bonding is complete, sir. When the suit activates fully you will respond to your serial number. Alpha Four Four Sierra Five Five has been assigned to you. That is your name in future. My Master has named me Jorge, but my Unit Number is A Four Seven dash J dash Seven Eight and I respond to that as well.”

I had to assist Jorge in inserting the mouthpiece and then in sealing the face piece to the skull and neckpieces.

The Guardian commander walked round his nephew, examining the pale pink rubber ‘body’, the joints, and the details of the torso. His fingers traced the black letters of the registration number, A44-S-55.

“Bloody hell, neph …” He remembered just in time not to address his nephew by anything that sounded like a name. “Droid Five Five, you’re an amazing looking unit.”

The vocaliser came alive with some garbled sounds. He tried again. 

“‘Ank ‘oo, er …”

“It will take a moment to get the knack, Double four-S-double five,” Jorge replied. “Your libido will increase considerably, but you will adjust to that as well.”

Tell me about it, I thought, putting an arm round my gorgeous ‘droid’ Jorge. He was insatiable, and that’s saying something coming from a Mutant like me! Guiding the new ‘droid’, we took him to the room he was to remain until the bonding plugs could be withdrawn and I accompanied the Guardian Commander back to his office.

“EM Fifty … damn don’t you have a name?”

“Probably, sir, but I’ve only been called Fifty, Mutant, or EM Fifty since I was committed to the Institute twenty years ago.” I shrugged. “I don’t remember it … I was a kid, and that’s the first thing they take from you …” Not true, I did remember my name, but only Jorge would ever know it, until I knew no one else could use it against me. “Fifty’s as good as anything else.” 

Damn, I hoped he wasn’t going to be long, my libido was off the scale. I needed a good fuck … And he was looking bloody sexier by the minute …

Pressing a contact on the desk, he ordered, “Seven-seven-one, come in.” The door opened and he greeted the Guardian who entered, “Take Fifty to his new accommodation and workshop. Fifty, I’ve requisitioned you and, of course, your companion droid, for our Maintenance Unit.” He gave a thin smile. “Mutant Control weren’t happy, but they can get stuffed. I’ll send Droid Jorge to you as soon as he’s finished installing Si … Double Four  S Double Five. Enjoy yourselves.”