Celebrating our Difference
“You seem to have forgotten an anniversary, Jack.” Sardar confronted me in the library, now my retreat of an evening, and a place to meet people during the day. He let his emotions show. “We think we should mark the date of your agreeing to seal the proposal for a new relationship between us by being hybridised. You fought for your people, sacrificed yourself to our conditions, and still you fight for what is right.” He hesitated. “And you inspire both your people and mine. We now have a great deal to celebrate as a result.”
“What?” I raised my tentacles in a gesture of acceptance. “It was no great thing, Sardar. We do what we need to do — and we’re not always right as you know.” I let him feel my pleasure. “Besides Rod and I have enjoyed every minute of our changed physiognomy. All of it, including having a libido that keeps us aroused all the time.”
“And for many of our people to follow Flavis and Patin and hatch human-Ligaran offspring.” We joined tentacles in the Ligaran greeting, tentacle to tentacle, forming a link between us. “With the work of your sons as well, my people thrive and yours seem far happier than at any time in the past.”
“I did tell you that allowing us to form relationships and be sexually active in them would help.” I hesitated. “If there has to be a celebration, then it should be one for all us hybrids, not just Rod an me, and it should be a celebration of the progress we’ve all made, my friend, because you have been as much responsible for all that’s happened as I have or Rod.”
“You’re too modest, Jack. I think you have earned it — especially for encouraging others, and for showing us all that human-Ligaran offspring are not only possible, but a way forward for my people.”
I had an amusing thought, and let it show. “Perhaps you should punish us for enjoying it so much that we seem to have encouraged far more of our people than required to become like us?”
He hesitated. “A punishment’?” He indicated his amusement. “It shall be as you suggest, and then when we will place you in the specially created suits we will make for you, secure you in chastity belts and invite everyone to celebrate with you and us.” He watched our reactions, and continued, “Kiss your lover, Jack, and let your celebratory punishment begin.”
The preparations for the proposed celebration lasted a several days, and Rod and I were kept ‘in the dark’ as to what was being planned, or when it would be. Then we were summoned to Ameliorator’s ‘dungeon’ …
“Ah, our heroes.” Ameliorator greeted us. “Ready to be prepared for the celebration?” He indicated a pair of ‘feeding’ thrones — a reclined seat, with stirrup leg rests and armrests with an array of straps. “First we must make sure you are both compliant and ready for your central role in the celebration. Remove your current suits completely please.”
We did as instructed and once seated, submitted to being strapped firmly into position. I guessed what was coming when we were blindfolded, and I wasn’t wrong. Soon I was enjoying being ‘fed’ Ligaran cock after cock in my mouth, and the same in my butt. While that was happening, my own cock was being treated to a workout by a mouth that I though could only be Ameliorator himself. I was wrong, it was Sardar, but I only learned that much later. Finally, still blindfolded and the pleasure of an extremely satisfying session coursing through me, I felt myself released.
With our sperm bladders and testes already drained, they began to ‘dress’ us. With our stomachs full of Ligaran sperm, and our butts full of a mix of their sperm and the stimulant syrup we were compliant, somewhat ‘high’ on the hormones and more than willing to be restrained.
The suits were something else. Thick latex, absolutely skintight and body moulding, and the sleeves for our tentacles and arms tight and binding. It incorporated a hood and collar and a feeding gag and bug eye lenses over our eyes. Our heads and faces no longer appeared human. And then they fitted the ‘chastity’ unit.
Our scrotums went into a large metal container, and a strange butt plug into our openings. Our secondary penis tentacles went into tight tubes that left their spatulate ends open, and these were then drawn up to our hips, passed round our waists and the exposed ends inserted into ‘pockets which placed the sucker pads tight against our skin. Then came the shiny steel case that engulfed our primary penises, projecting them straight in front of us, meaning both of us now had a thirty-five centimetre rigid steel simulacrum of our penis on display supported by an enclosing steel shield at the front, and heavy belt and at the rear a continuation of the steel strap securing the butt plug and the scrotum container.
Sardar admired us. “Do you like this, Jack?”
“I love it, Sardar. Thank you.” I opened my ‘ear’ to Rod. “How about you, beloved?”
“Ask me later, Jack. I think I’m going to resist being freed!”
Sardar purred. The Ligaran way of laughing, one we hybrids also used. “Then we are all ready to join the celebration, my friends. Let us go.”
A lot of thought and preparation had gone into preparing for this celebration and Rod and I were now led, in procession, from the chateau down into the town itself. On the open green facing the little bay, and flanked by the houses and cafes that make up the village marques had been set up facing a raised dias surmounted by a row of hefty bondage thrones, all but two in the centre occupied by figures ‘dressed’ identically to the way Rod and I were.
The crowd gathered in front of this as we were led up the steps and seated. As I submitted to be strapped firmly into place, I heard a purr from my right.
“Welcome, Jack,” Flavis greeted me. “Patin is on Rod’s left. Our sons flank us on both sides.”
“Our sons flank ?” I caught his meaning, and let myself purr. That meant that JJ, Callum, Adam, Jay, Sennet, Fulda, Bryce and Trier must all be on the dias with us. I opened my speaking thoughts to them all. “Hi, guys. Everyone comfortably restrained? Anyone know what we’re in for?”
“A long session by the feel of it,” Rod interjected. “Hi, guys, I think we’re going to get quite a work over, I hope you’re all as randy as I am.”
We all purred as the boys retorted with ribald responses and we’d barely finished when Sardar strode toward us and mounted the dias. Using a voice synthesiser he addressed the crowd.
“My friends, we’re here to celebrate the greatest act of faith since the Jacques, Comte de Hevea-Ffalus welcomed our Ligaran survivors to his land and estate.” He moved between and behind myself and Rod, placing a tentacle hand on each of us. “His descendants, Jack, or more correctly, Jacques, and Rod, convinced the then Council that our two peoples could, and should enjoy a much closer relationship, despite our being so physically and biologically different. As an act of goodwill they agreed to seal the new relationship with their own conversion, and be hybridised.” He waited for the applause from the crowd to die down. “Since then many more humans have elected to follow them, and I now invite all those who have done so to join me here.”
I was surprised to see the number of figures — all in bondage suits of varying style — who came forward. Far more than the twelve stipulated in our agreement, and they gathered behind us. To my amazement it included at least as many evidently female figures. I’d expected to see Lavina — she’d been hybridised early at her own insistence — but there were at least a half dozen more with her.
“As you see, Jack, Rod, many more than just your sons share your enjoyment of your altered state.” We heard him ask. “Would anyone wish to say say how you feel about your lives, my friends?”
“Yes, Sardar.” A new ‘voice’ announced. “I speak for all of us when I say it’s the best decision we ever made. Jack and Rod showed us the way, and I — all of us — have found a new purpose and a new meaning to our lives like this.” His purr was audible. “Our partners love it. Thank you, Jack and Rod. Thank you, Sardar.” The applause, human and Ligaran, went on a while, and I squirmed in my seat on my butt plug in embarrassed pleasure aware that Rod was experiencing the same.
“My friends,” Sardar ‘voice’ cut through the hubbub. “It does not end here. I now invite all those who have hatched from a Ligaran ovum, but have a human-hybrid father to come forward.”
Once again I was surprised as the crowd stirred and quite a number of Ligaran figures began to move toward us, some in heavy bondage suits, others in harnesses over their latex suits, and assembled in front of us on the step below our seats. There were many more than I expected, in fact they outnumbered the hybridised humans.
“You see what you started, Jack, Rod, Flavis and Patin? You inspired many more of us to cross the bridge between us.” He turned to the remaining people. “And now my friends, would all of those who have found partners among the humans, or among the Ligaran people, or are in partnerships that include one or both partners having undergone an enhancement of their choice, join us?”
To our delight everyone now moved forward including our Lesbian and Trans community members. Suddenly we were surrounded by the entire human and Ligaran community. It struck me that the whole community had changed dramatically in the years since I’d first stumbled into it. Sardar turned to face Rod and I.
“Now, Jack, do you understand why we wanted to celebrate your and Rod’s bold step in embracing being hybridised?” He moved closer. “You have changed us all by your example.” He paused, then added, “Your ancestor would be very proud of you.” He turned to the crowd. “And now my friends, let us celebrate!”
Released from our ‘thrones’ and with our arms released and once more usable, we joined the feast.
“Look what we started, Jack,” Rod thought-spoke as we watched our sons enjoying themselves.”
“Yup.” I gripped his hand. “And all I ever wanted was to be able to have sex with the guy who persuaded me to spend a night on my own in the chateau.”
He purred. “We got that bit, okay.”
“And a lot more,” I retorted. “Would you do this again?”
“In a heartbeat.” He squeezed my hand. “How about you?”
“You need to ask?” I turned him to face me, our steel encased genitals colliding. “But for the record, nothing would stop me.”
Callum, Trier, Bryce and Tom stood as Sardar and two more Councillors joined us.
“You have a new discovery to report,” he asked.
“Yes.” Tom glanced at myself and Jack, still slightly dazed by the revelation, as he waited for the councillors to sit. “We think it will alter everything. We’ve, as you know, learned what was lacking in your diet when your people first arrived here, and what our semen contains. Now that Callum and Trier have unravelled your DNA and compared it to ours we have found something else — in essence, we were hoping to address the lack by a manipulation of your DNA to make it possible for your to produce the enzymes you lacked in your digestive process. What we have found is that it is unnecessary.” He held up a hand to stop the protest he could see coming. “Wait, there’s something else. Put simply, your DNA and ours is converging. None of you need our semen as a dietary supplement any longer. In fact, those of your people born — or hatched — to a human-Ligaran liaison are in no need of it at all.”
“That’s not all,” Callum cut in. “According to our analysis, all the Ligaran population have some human DNA already, which suggests that at some time, there must have been Ligaran-human hybrids who were simply accepted as full Ligarans and all the present Ligaran population share at least one of them as an ancestor.”
“It is true,” Trier confirmed in his soft ‘voice’. “Some of our predecessors had begun to suspect this, and now we have the evidence.” He glanced at Callum and extended a tentacle to cover his partner’s. “My ‘husband-wife’ has examined samples from all those present and many more, and I have combed the records left in our databank by our own predecessors. The records confirm that in the first years of the association between our peoples there were many human-Ligaran hybrids.”
“There were.” Sardar’ statement was flat and without emotion. “We are all descended from them.” He glanced at his companions. “They are the reason we survived. They were the offspring of the first ones. Within two generations all ‘pure’ Ligarans were no more, only those of us who bred with a human survived.” He paused. “It was more than just our inability to adapt our diet, or to process our food. We were ill-adapted to this planet and its environment. Our ancestors quickly realised that to survive we had to evolve ourselves, a process that takes many generations normally, but then they discovered that our ova could be fertilised by humans, and that some humans willingly gave their sexual organs to our pleasuring them …” His gesture was one of sorrow. “So they encouraged our people to take human lovers, and adapted the human population here — who were then not developed scientifically — to desire the company of males and sexual relations with one another and with us. We taught them to enjoy sexual bondage play, to enjoy surrendering control to us … and adapted some of them to be a version of ourselves.”
“So you knew this history already?” I felt used. I looked down at the enormous codpiece that covered my orange sized scrotum and my three penis tentacles. The size of it meant always sitting with my legs well apart. I thought of the extra ‘bladder’, even now slowly filling with semen in preparation for my next ‘feeding’ session, we hybrids all developed internally. “You knew you didn’t really need us or our semen at all?”
“We knew some of it, Jack, but now your sons confirm what we suspected.” Sardar stopped. “Our records were incomplete, damaged during the overthrow of the original agreement. Your ancestor knew some of this as well. You have yourself spoken of passages in his books that made no sense to you unless seen as references to Human-Ligarans.” He extended a tentacle toward me, and after a moment’s hesitation I extended mine and we touched. “We recognised in you the spark that could unlock the impasse between our peoples, and you did. We are grateful. More grateful than you can perhaps know.”
I looked across at Callum and his partner Trier and at Bryce, then touched Rod with a tentacle. “I think we can guess.” I hesitated. “It has been difficult at times, Sardar.”
“We know. We know when you have felt a lowness of spirit, Jack, and we have admired you for having the strength to overcome it.” He paused. “This confirmation will mean we must change again. Will you help us all to adapt?”
I felt Rod’s hand on my thigh and the gentle squeeze. “With the help of Rod, our sons and the others. Yes, we will do what we can, Sardar. We made our choice a long time ago, my friend. Now we can do no other than work to help you and ourselves adapt.”
I began to release Rod’s arm restraints, but kept his tentacles firmly secured.
“Thank you, beloved.” I strapped his peripheral penis tentacles to his thighs, and locked the buckles, taking care to leave his primary penis free. “As ever, you’ve given me more than I could ever ask for.”
“Yeah, about five hundred mil I think!” He purred, his amusement shaking his frame. Flexing his arms, he swung himself off the bed, and as I stood, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. Our mouths met and his prehensile tongue entered my mouth. “Every time we enjoy a session like this, you remind me why we love one another — and why our sex is so special.” He used his primary penis to grip mine and I let myself respond.
“Mmmm.” I sent my own prehensile tongue into his mouth, tasting the remnants of my cum, and savouring the slickness in my butt now filled with cum. “Considering how often we do this, Rod …”
He purred. “I know, and it seems that we’re both getting even more randy as we get older.”
“You’re right, I think we are getting randier.” I hesitated. “Strap up my tentacles like yours, and let’s go down to the waterfront. We can pretend it’s like the old days, and have a drink, maybe talk to some people …”
“Good idea, Jack.” He released me and set to work securing my tentacles with their straitjacket straps. Then he arranged my penises and secured my codpiece. “Should we tell the boys where we’re going? I think Bryce and Adam are in and I saw Trier just before we got into our session.”
“Why not? Perhaps they’d like to join us when they’re free?” I linked arms with him and we strolled out of our apartment in search of the ‘boys’.
Bryce and Adam were very clearly heavily engaged sexually, so I left a note quietly, and found Rod alone in the hall. “I think we’re on our own for the moment.”
“Yes, I think our boys are all very much ‘tied up’ at present.” Rod linked arms with me again. “We’ll let them enjoy it. Flavis and Patin will join us in about half an hour. So, what are we waiting for?”
Our stroll in the cool shade of the trees as we walked through the village was enliven by greetings from those we passed and we arrived at the Waterfront in a relaxed mood. Lavina, looking stunning in her hybridise form, greeted us, and when she’d brought our order, joined us.
“Di and Harri can cope,” she told us, placing her own drink and plate on the table then stowing the tray. “So what do you guys think of the news?”
“Think?” I asked. “Basically, it’s a fantastic discovery. It answers a lot of questions, solves a lot of potential future problems …”
“It was a bit of a shock,” Rod took over. “But it doesn’t actually change a lot of things when you think about it.” His hand found mine. “And what it does change is for the better.” He purred. “We get a lot more time just for us — among other things.”
Lavina purred. “I guess so.” She paused. “It changes the whole relationship thing though. Since Sardar’s people don’t need to ‘feed’ on you guys any longer, why do they need us at all?”
“They don’t, but they recognise that just as we’ve ‘made’ them what they are now, they’ve ‘made’ us. In a way, neither they nor us, can actually keep going without each other. Both peoples rely on the other now for our continued survival.”
“True. There’s no way they could blend into the outworld, and neither could you or the rest of us hybrids.” She drained her coffee. “And most of us couldn’t hack living in it either. The problem, as I see it is that the technology that hides us is theirs. They could up and move it and just dump us.”
“They could,” Rod replied. “But they won’t, and for a simple reason, they need us to keep the technology running and can’t get the things they need to keep it functional without our cooperation.” He purred again. “So things will continue, and there’s something else, the longer they do go on, the closer we become to them, and they to us. Eventually we’ll all be something different, maybe more human, maybe more Ligaran. All we do know is that our genes are now only about 1% different and the difference gets smaller with each Human-Ligaran that hatches.”
We all looked up as Callum, Trier, Adam, Bryce, Jay and Sennet joined us. “JJ and Fulda are on the way, and Tom and Josh.” Bryce told us, purring. “Fulda has JJ in the most amazing bondage outfit and Adam says he’s going to put me into one as soon as he can get it made for me.” He purred. “All the plotters in one place!”
Di hurried over to take our orders and helped move seats for us all just as Flavis and Patin arrived looking pleased with themselves. By the time she’d finished, the others had arrived and we had an impromptu ‘party’ underway. She’d just left when Fulda arrived with a fully restrained JJ. I stared. JJ’s head was encased in a moulded steel hood with only a slit for his vision. It was clearly moulded exactly to his face and head, and a circular disc marked his mouth. His tentacles were all on display, but secured, and their spatulate ‘hands’ encased in steel forms fastened to his suit in positions that made the straps restraining his tentacles somehow enhance them. His body, legs and arms were covered by thick shiny latex which evidently included a hood beneath the steel one. His hands were encased in heavy globes and his arms secured to a steel belt at his waist.
Our eyes travelled to his crotch, and the reason for his rather awkward gait was instantly apparent. His secondary penises were confined to steel tubes curved and shaped like the tusks of a mammoth, and his primary penis confided in a steel tube that curved over his steel encased scrotum and between his legs.
“Wow,” I said, meeting Fulda’s amused gaze. “Is that doing to his prime what I think it is?”
“Yes, it is, Dad,” JJ cut in. “It’s way better than having a butt plug.” He purred. “I’m fucking myself and can do nothing about it!” Seating himself very carefully on a stool Fulda positioned, he continued, “We’ve been working on this for ages.” He turned his steel covered face to look at Fulda, at his shoulder. “My beloved can still feed me, and make use of me as he wishes, but I am now completely his, and his alone …”
I glanced at Rod. “I hope you’re getting ideas!”
Rod reached across, and gripped my arm. “If that’s what you wish, my love, then I’ll accept — but only if we can swop places and roles from time to time.”
Harri, and several more of us ‘hybrids’, joined the group and Di served more drinks as Fulda connected a special drinking tube to JJ’s gag. Looking around the group, I raised my flask. “My friends. To our future, and to the future of Hevea!”
The response was deafening — even though only in our heads — and suddenly the future looked bright. By the time we returned to the chateau almost the entire community were gathered, Ligaran, Hybrid and Human. JJ’s suit and restraints were much admired and several others expressed the desire to try it for their partners. The impromptu ‘party’ continued well into the night, though JJ and Fulda were among the first to leave, it being clear that JJ had ejaculated several times and needed Fulda to take him home and make good use of him in this state..
Rod an I walked home happy, randy, and certain that everything was working out just fine.
“Rod, my love. As soon as we’re home, restrain me and fuck me, use me and make sure I know how lucky I am …” My mouth found his and I drew him against me with my tentacles. “Promise me that, as soon as you can, you will put me into the same outfit that JJ is in, and keep me like that as long as possible?”
“It’ll be a pleasure, Jack,” Rod slipped his tentacles round me. “But I think we can start right here …” His hands were busy, and my arms and tentacles were quickly restrained, then he had my codpiece off and his own. “My penis in your butt, and yours wrapped in my secondaries until we get home.” He purred as his penis entered me and his primary and secondary tentacles wrapped themselves round my primary penis and drew it hard against my stomach.
“Yes, my love,” I gasped as his primary penis pushed into me. “Ah, that feels …”
He purred, fastening his waist belt to mine. “Walk slowly, Jack, I want this to last.” His tongue touched my lip orifice. “And I already have what JJ’s wearing ready to imprison you. As soon as I saw it being made for JJ I knew you would want the same.”
I squeezed my muscles, gripping his organ as I turned my face toward him. “Thank you, Rod. Take me home and turn me into your helpless slave …”
We walked home slowly, joined by his amazing penis, with him making sure that I got the maximum dose of his hormones, turning me into a sexual zombie. At home I obeyed his every instruction until he had me full secured exactly as JJ had been. I didn’t care, I loved and trusted my lover, partner and, now, Master.