Chapter 75

Undoubtedly, Consuela could have been a terrible fuck and I'd have never known the difference -- but she wasn't, in my humble opinion. I lasted long enough for her to give a pretty convincing portrayal of a woman having an orgasm, twice -- maybe five minutes -- before I unloaded in her pussy. Afterward, she cuddled up and smiled a little self-satisfied smile and said, "Don't you worry, my Patron -- you won't have to do without for that long ever again!" THAT was a load off my mind...

When Hernando came home, he practically fawned over me; clearly the nature of his little adjustment had been revealed to him. Well, if it kept peace in the family... We were out in the main room, pretending nothing much had happened, upon his return, of course. Clearing up her acne was enough to endear me to Lupe, although I'd allowed her the 'standard concubine package' of minor modifications designed to fit me and increase her pleasure. She wasn't a concubine yet, but she was headed there and everyone knew it.

Three o'clock found me in the Dean's office. "So, Jasper, what's the problem?"

"Well, Doctor, I've been approached by a concubine aged boy about collecting him and his mother," I related diffidently.

"And the problem?" the Dean asked.

"I'm worried that there will be an appearance of impropriety."

The Dean nodded. "With the boy, not his mother," he hazarded.

"Exactly."

"Is there some particular reason?"

"Well, let's just say the assumption wouldn't be any giant leap," I replied. "In fact..."

"Yes?" The Dean arched an eyebrow.

"The boy's initial offer was for gay sex, actually," I related. "He's gay -- or he thinks he is, anyway."

"Hmmm," the Dean mused. "We've run into a situation here where the social standards of where we came from and where we're going differ. Technically, if you take the boy on as a concubine, you are free to use him as you wish."

"True, but I hold a position of trust. I don't want my career ruined because I'm perceived to be a predator. I teach gym..." I pointed out.

Dean Atkinson frowned, thinking. "The definition of predation has changed. Where we come from, there were laws on the books that pretended that young people didn't have sex until some arbitrary age, well beyond puberty. We have similar rules at our destination, but the age has been changed to one that assumes that the vast majority of those affected have gone through puberty and are physically and sexually functional -- and exceptions are put in place for early and late bloomers. Taking a concubine -- male or female -- and using that concubine for sex is not just tolerated, it's expected. Worst case, we could move you out of sixth grade gym and into eighth -- but it is really no one's business."

I decided that it was time for a little clarity, so I advised the Dean, "I've never had gay sex and I'm not sure I want to start -- this is more about keeping him with his mother."

The Dean nodded noncommittally. "I understand that you've taken on Lupe Montoya's family. Do you have concerns about perception regarding her?"

"Well, no, not really," I admitted. "As you said, it's more or less expected. But she's female, too, and that makes a difference in a lot of minds."

"Small ones, generally," the Dean said dryly.

"I'm just bringing a possible problem to your attention," I replied. "I can certainly pass this up -- it's more of an errand of mercy than anything else -- and as you've noted, I've already collected a full family. For the record, things were a little rough at first, too."

"Oh?" The Dean arched an eyebrow.

"Hernando Montoya was very protective of his women," I related, "to the point that it almost got him killed, despite my best efforts. I had to go to the Civil Service gentleman in charge of male concubines for advice."

"Gonzalo?" The Dean asked. I nodded. "Nice fellow. Effective, too. So, do you want to do this thing, or not?"

"I'm... conflicted."

"Let's ask him what would happen..." I nodded assent and the Dean set up communications with Mr. Cuatrecasas.

"Mr. Harmon!" Gonzalo greeted me. "More trouble with Hernando already?"

"No, I think I have a lock on that," I replied.

"Jasper has another rescue in mind, but there are complications," the Dean said smoothly. "I'm here to ask you to make a prediction or two about the fate of a fourteen year old male concubine..."

"That is all?" Gonzalo asked, raising an eloquent eyebrow.

"Let's assume that he has homosexual leanings," the Dean replied.

Gonzalo went poker-faced. "Let us assume that adequate controls are in place. At first, your young man might feel that he has arrived in a very pleasant place -- but I fear that his dance card might fill rapidly and that he might find himself unable to say no when he is overbooked..."

My eyebrows went up. "Rape?"

"Assuming that surveillance is adequate, I would expect nothing so blatant," Gonzalo replied. "This would be more on the order of the guilt trip -- mild coercion. He might be led to feel an obligation to service more and more of the suffering... Things could also get out of hand, particularly if he appears to be submissive."

"So..." I mused.

"We could make an effort to ensure his protection -- indeed, your concerns have brought this to my attention and I will take steps to limit interaction between the very young and more adult males somewhat, where possible, I think -- but we have no right to stop relationships from developing, for instance -- and this boy might discover such a problem even within his own age group, which would be more difficult to detect and counter," Gonzalo replied, frowning.

"So, worst case? He's a mama's boy and a bottom and he likes older men?" I asked.

"He might prove to be... very busy..." Gonzalo said carefully. "As long as everything seems to be consensual, it would be difficult to prohibit contact, especially if he were to initiate it. Then it would be difficult to determine exactly when enough becomes too much..."

I blinked away this picture of men taking numbers and standing in line to plunder poor Pete at both ends. "What do you think of an attempt to lead him in the other direction?"

Gonzalo looked dubious. "You may discover that it is a waste of time."

"This is tough..." I muttered.

"You can attempt to limit and control things," Gonzalo offered. "You will not stop him, but you may keep things from becoming too much for him by acting as his gatekeeper. I gather that you do not participate in homosexual acts?"

"I haven't to date," I replied, with some asperity.

"Yet you are not... judgmental..."

"Correct."

"Hernado is a complication. If the boy offers him sex, his reaction might be unpredictable," Gonzalo noted. "It could range from violence through contempt -- with or without use -- to bland acceptance, or possibly denial and the pretense that the approach never occurred. At a minimum, you should prepare Hernando for the eventuality."

"Thanks." I hadn't thought of that.

"Good luck. If you decide to undertake it, this is a true errand of mercy," Gonzalo noted. "I doubt that there are very many we will have to deal with in this situation -- but one is one too many." He signed off.

The Dean turned to me. "Have we helped you, Jasper?"

I shook my head. "I'm not sure -- not sure at all."

"I see no conflict of interest implications," the Dean said. "I see no predation. We may have to reeducate a few people, but your job is secure. Is the boy, um, out of the closet?"

"Only with a couple of older men, he tells me -- not with his age group."

"So immediate questions may be staved off..." the Dean mused.

"Well, if I was looking for a gay, he would be stereotypical," I replied. "Making the leap wouldn't be difficult."

"Is the woman worth it?" the Dean asked.

"You know, I don't know. I just don't know..."

Back in my quarters, I approached Lupe first, "Lupe, do you know Pete Donovan?"

"Yes, he's nice..."

I noticed a certain reserve in her manner. "But?"

"He's a friend -- and a boy. But he wouldn't be a boyfriend," Lupe said guardedly.

Two could play that game... "No sexual chemistry?" I asked.

"Not with girls..."

"So you know."

"Yes. He hasn't come out and said anything, but it is there. Girls are friends and companions, but he looks at boys packages, you know?"

I nodded. "Do boys know?"

She pursed her lips. "Not so much, I think. He's careful. You would have to be watching for it -- or looking at the same things."

"He outed himself to me," I related. "He's looking for a sponsor for himself and his mama."

Lupe eyed me. "And you do that?"

"No..."

She turned that sly look I'd seen on her mother's face on me, "But you think about it..."

I frowned. "Not much and not often -- not enough, in fact. This is more about keeping him with his mama."

"So you want to know -- what?"

"How bad is this?"

"For me?" She gave a liquid shrug. "I would have a brother -- or a sister, maybe..." Again the grin...

"What about your Mama -- or, maybe more important, your Papa..."

"For Mama? Probably nothing..." Lupe turned her head and yelled, "MAMA!" Things got rapidly out of hand; Consuela came into the room and Lupe briefed her in rapid-fire Spanish.

I got the same look from Consuela, "You do this?"

"No, I don't. I don't even THINK about it, except during periods of desperation -- which I don't expect to have anymore," I growled. "Again, this is about keeping him and his mother together."

"It won't be," Consuela declared.

"Excuse me?" I blinked.

"The boy is -- what is it? Gay? He will approach men. He will approach YOU!" Consuela insisted.

"I'm hoping to expose him to women..." I murmured.

"Meaning me," Consuela eyed me.

"Yes."

"This may not work," Consuela pointed out. "It is a -- how do you say -- crap shoot? He may just be gay..."

"I'm going to want him to produce children -- period," I replied. "Gay or not."

"He's a nice boy," Lupe defended Pete.

"You may have to... you know..." Consuela pointed out. "And then there is Hernando..."

"Yeah." I rubbed my face. "What about Hernando?"

Consuela thought about it. "I do not know. He could become very angry, or he could be cruel or..."

Lupe cocked her head. "Boys in the concubine track do not do... sexual things... but they should -- shouldn't they?"

I scratched my head. "I would have to speak to the curriculum coordinator, but in Pete's case, for instance, I would say yes."

"So if it is homework... Mama?" Lupe queried her mother.

"Perhaps..." Consuela murmured. She turned to me and said, "You should present this."

"This is a mess..." I rubbed my face.

"You can get sucked by a boy," Consuela said, shrugging. "You wouldn't have a problem having me suck a girl, right?"

"Well, I agree, empirically," I said, nodding. "There are perception issues, but supposedly they only exist where we came from, not where we're going. I still don't know if I WANT to have the boy's mother; I wanted to run this by my family first..." THAT got smiles...

"There is still Hernando..." Consuela pointed out.

"Fine. But you two...?"

"It's okay." Consuela spoke for the pair, but they nodded at one another.

"Hernando, then. Send him to me. You two need to have my back on this..." I noted.

Consuela nodded and toddled off; in the distance I heard, "Hernando!"

Hernando came in and knelt up, "Patron?"

"I need to talk to you about something -- a situation I really didn't expect to happen, but which has presented itself," I began. "I am looking at bringing in another woman."

Hernando's eyebrow went up. "Yes?"

"The woman has a young son -- just a bit older than Lupe, but old enough, if you understand my meaning."

"He is no longer a child, then?" Hernando worked his way through it.

"Precisely."

"So..." He eyed Consuela. You could almost see his thought process... 'So the boy will be fucking my Consuela. Eh, but there will be another woman -- and he is just a boy...'

"There is a complication," I noted.

"Patron?"

"The boy is still in the process of creating his sexual identity," I explained. "He has been under his mama's wing for too long, you know? Basically, he's headed the other way..."

Hernando worked his way through this. "He likes boys?"

"It seems that way," I agreed. "Being a concubine, this is acceptable -- no doubt you noticed this in training classes. I wouldn't attempt to change you, but in his case, we may have to put up with it."

"Huh!" Hernando REALLY didn't want to be reminded of some of the more unpleasant aspects of his orientations.

"Lupe has made the point that there is a same-sex curriculum for female concubines, but not one for males..." I noted. "If he DOES turn out to be homosexually oriented, he might as well participate in one..."

"Patron?" Hernando eyed me sidelong.

"We may have to help him with his homework," I dropped the bomb.

Hernando recoiled. "Men do not do this!"

"I understand what you are saying, Hernando, but the reality is that some do. Now, the boy is a bottom -- he would not be expecting -- or expected -- to get oral or anal sex. He would be giving it only. If he wishes that kind of relief, well, there are others and there are women -- and he will have to learn to tolerate the latter. I would not ask you to subordinate yourself to the boy," I placated.

"So, he would suck, or take it up the culo..." Hernando frowned, absorbing this, and moving his head back and forth, examining the issue from all angles. "Much like a woman..."

"Pretty much," I agreed. There were some quiet feminine snorts, but they let it ride. "That's IF we cannot turn him around."

"Then there is the woman..." Hernando eyed Consuela sidelong.

Consuela looked back, poker-faced, and said, "Our patron wishes this..." and shrugged that liquid shrug of hers. I left it alone; she knew what she was doing. Something about her attitude earlier in the day had me thinking that she was intent upon removing Hernando as an obstacle to sleeping in my bed VERY regularly.

"The boy SHOULD be trained," Hernando offered diffidently.

"I didn't want to surprise you with such a thing," I informed him.

"Thank you, Patron. It will be as you ask. If the boy needs it, I will provide..."

"We'll see how far it goes, first," I said, dismissing him with a wave.

Consuela waited until he was out of the room to chuckle. "He won't WANT him to like girls," she theorized. "If the boy likes girls, he's competition -- but if he doesn't, it's more holes for Hernando to sink his pito into!" I laughed.

I placed a call to Nadine Epperson next. "It has been pointed out to me that we don't have a same-sex experimentation curriculum for males," I announced after the opening pleasantries.

"There is such a stigma involved that we never developed one," she agreed.

"Does this prepare a male concubine properly?" I wondered aloud.

"No one would go..."

"What if the male is already a professed homosexual?" I pressed. "A bottom?"

"I don't know of any," she replied, "Not in the open, anyway. Once again, the stigma..."

"Oh, I agree," I told her. "But what if you offered this curriculum in private? Then the stigma would not be an issue..."

"One on one? Who would teach it?" Nadine wondered aloud. "Besides..."

"I believe I have at least one student," I declared.

"Oh?"

"He... offered himself... in order to get his mother selected. When I questioned him regarding the matter, he admitted to having participated in such things -- and he assumes at this point at least that he is gay," I explained.

"Given what you're telling me, he certainly should be enrolled," Nadine mused. "The privacy angle is a good one -- but there would still be an issue of collecting instructors and such..." She gave me the eye, but I didn't say anything. "Modifying the female on male oral and anal sex curriculum isn't anything difficult..."

"Who do we use for testing in those areas?" I asked.

"Nadine grinned. "Somehow, there is no dearth of volunteers."

"What if, say, the volunteer was blindfolded? How much of the performance test is about how the test subject looks?" I threw out.

"I'll have to look at the criteria," Nadine mused. "Looking up at the tester with big, puppy dog eyes might be in there somewhere..." She assumed a feral expression and I laughed. "Seriously, what's this all about?"

"If I took on this student as a concubine, I really don't know if he can be turned in a heterosexual direction," I told her. "That being the case, he's a full concubine who is still in school. Sex Ed is important to him -- and it should be properly done to support his orientation. Plus, there may be others out there who would -- or should -- take the course, but fear the stigma. If an anonymous curriculum were to be set up and pursued, we might avoid some trauma while properly preparing some male concubines for something they may just have to put up with, occasionally. We TELL them it could happen, but we don't DO anything about it like we do with girls, despite the fact that it can be actually worse for the males."

Nadine nodded. "Classroom training could be via video, which would be anonymous. Practical exercises and testing might be doable blind..." She nodded. "I'll give it some thought."

Having done literally EVERYTHING else, I contacted Cora Donovan. "Your son approached me about taking you on as a concubine," I related, after the initial pleasantries.

"I wasn't aware..." she said softly while pushing a strand of her thin brown hair back over an ear. "Should he have? I could talk to Petey about it if he upset you or anything..."

"Frankly, I found it admirable that he should look out for your welfare," I told her. "Have you had any offers?"

"What? No..." she looked down at the floor, her face pinking up all over instead of just her cheeks. "I'm just another hippo... Who would want me?"

I found myself embarrassed at my initial assessment of the woman being more or less echoed by her. 'CAP scores?' I prodded the AI. I'd expected a shrew who held poor Pete under her thumb, but unless she turned a totally different face on strangers, she was a real church mouse... She was, too -- her scores proved it. "You husband didn't come to Family Day, I take it?"

"He... left. Some time back." The woman couldn't seem to raise her eyes to mine.

"May I inquire as to why?" I asked.

"I... don't know." The downcast eyes got visibly wet. "We never discussed it."

I found myself totally unarmed. I needed to discuss her son's sexual orientation with her -- but doing it on video didn't seem right... "I think we should meet. When are you available?"

She looked flustered. "Well, now, I guess..."

"In a suite?"

"You could come here..."

"I think a suite is better," I began.

<Thirty-six seventy.> the AI supplied.

"Suite thirty-six seventy?" I continued. "Please bring Pete, if he's available..."

"I... Okay..." She was still blinking when I closed the call.

Consuela entered the room. "That one is the boy's mother?"

"Yes."

"She is a small, frightened bird, that one. No wonder the boy is concerned."

"Visuals don't do her justice," I muttered.

"No." Consuela pursed her lips, then ventured carefully, "Perhaps you should take this one on..."

"You were going to advise me not to."

"Yes."

"Get Hernando. Hell, get Lupe. We're going for a walk."

"Yes, Patron." Consuela bustled out.

Fifteen minutes later, the four of us entered the suite. Cora and Pete were already there. "Mr. H!" Pete burst out.

I pointed at the floor, and Pete settled there. Consuela settled to her knees on my left and Hernando on my right; Lupe dimpled and waved at Pete, then went to her knees, too, despite the fact that she was dressed. Cora had been at attention since our arrival; I took a chair. Without preamble, I said, "Pete's approach surprised me -- the nature of it, in particular."

Cora flicked a nervous glance at her son. "How so?"

"He offered me sex."

"I would have thought..."

"Not from you," I corrected her, "From himself."

She blinked, flicked a quick glance at her son, and said quietly. "I think that is why his father left."

"Because he detected it?" I asked.

"Because he started it."

<Abuse may be a contributor to Peter Donovan's psychological profile, but results are inconclusive,> the AI supplied.

"I started it," Pete muttered.

"Pete?" I invited him to clarify.

"I was eleven, and itchy. Dad caught me masturbating. He... left it alone, but went into another room and started doing it himself. I followed him. I was... fascinated. He was big, you know? Huge... I was quiet, and he had his eyes closed -- just his hand moving, up and down the shaft... I had my hand on it before he knew I was there... He shot off, then, big gouts; I licked it off my hand..." Pete's eyes glazed as he relived the scene. I waited; after a moment, he covered his face. "After that, it was a thing between us; Mom would go off somewhere and he would play with me and I would play with him -- or suck him... But it bothered him; he was always guilty, afterward. One day... One day, we just missed fucking. Dad really freaked after that. Then Mom came home and they had this argument or something... The next day, he went to work -- and didn't come back..."

Cora looked dazed. "I thought I..."

"What was the argument over?"

"It wasn't one, really. He was suddenly angry that I never initiated sex. I mean, any time he wanted it... I didn't understand..." Cora replied, still dazed.

"Had you been doing anything?"

"No. I didn't worry about it -- he could have it any time -- he just didn't seem to be interested..."

'So the new thing replaced the old thing...' I mused to myself.

<But the new thing was incest and pedophilia and homosexuality and possibly submissive behavior, so the subject was conflicted. Shifts in sexual orientation occur in humans -- especially those who are bisexual in the first place,> the AI rejoined.

"Eh, that one," Hernando grunted, pointing at Pete, "There is no fixing him."

"That assumes that he is broken, Hernando," I reproved. "Quiet, now." Cora and her son were eyeing one another, sidelong. "Why don't you..." I suggested movement, waving the pair together. Considerable hugging and crying ensued.

After a bit, Cora looked up, still cuddling her son. "Now that you've done this for us, what can we do for you?"

"We still haven't resolved whether I should accept the pair of you into my family," I replied.

"We're a mess," Cora pointed out.

"That isn't news, actually," I retorted.

"I guess Petey is gay..."

"Or bisexual," I argued. "Straight heterosexuality is probably out, but if he likes sex with women at all he can fulfill a function in my household."

"And me?"

"We should probably determine your skill set," I replied, "Do you do oral? Anal?"

"I... Well, yes. Both, actually. I don't know how good I am..." Cora mused.

"Your husband left -- but that STILL may have had nothing to do with you. Don't worry about it." I waved Consuela forward, "See what Pete brings to the table; be gentle with him. I want to see..." I stopped myself and frowned. "Hernando, take Cora into the next room and see what her blowjob is like."

"Patron." Hernando got up and took Cora's hand and led her off; she went meekly.

When the door closed behind them, I turned to Consuela, "I want to see a creampie dripping out of you. If he impregnates you, so much the better."

Consuela smiled. "Patron." She got up and swayed toward Pete, then looked back. "Next time, he will have sexed another woman. Do not baby him."

"I don't intend to. Lupe, you can hang out on the fringes, I guess."

"Patron, she needs to practice her Sex Ed homework," Consuela declared, grinning.

I turned to Lupe. "Do I dare ask?"

Lupe turned pink. "Blowjobs."

"Come here, then," I laughed, settling back in the chair. "When you're done, I'll go see how Cora's pussy feels."

Lupe started out a 'C', but with some tutoring moved up to a 'B'; I promised to help her practice so she could get an 'A.' Cora had things to learn about fucking, but she enjoyed it and Consuela was available to teach her. Pete, it turned out, had no problem fucking Consuela and unloading in her twice. When everyone was again gathered in the main room of the suite, I said, "So, Pete..."

"I liked it. There was something missing, maybe, but I liked it. A lot."

"Cora?" I asked.

"Two men," Cora muttered, dazed. "I've never done that. I feel positively slutty!" She looked at Hernando and me, "Was I any good?"

"Acceptable," I allowed, glancing at Hernando, who nodded. "Consuela may be able to offer a few pointers, but you were entirely acceptable." Cora nodded; that seemed to be good enough. "So," I continued, "I'm extending an offer -- to both of you. Do you accept?"

Cora looked at Pete, who nodded. "Yes."

"Yes," Pete answered for himself.

"Duly recorded." The AI made its first appearance before the full audience in the room.

I rose and made to leave, beckoning everyone, but Hernando grunted, "Patron?" I raised an eyebrow, but waved permission. Hernando turned to Pete, "What was missing?"

Pete shrugged. "I like to suck."

Hernando gave out this rumble and eyed me. He had a hardon; I couldn't remember exactly when it popped up. I pursed my lips and waved, "We can't go to dinner with you like that..."

Hernando grinned evilly and said, "Come suck your mother's juice from my pito."

If Pete was humiliated, it didn't show; he knelt up and sucked Hernando right in. "Dios Mio!" Hernando howled. "Lupe -- you learn from this one!" Pete took Hernando's big paw and put it on his head, then grabbed his other one -- at which point, Hernando got it and held his head and drove him. Yeah, Pete was a bottom, all right...

I got hard, too, despite two recent nuts. "Lupe! Come here and practice, Girl..." She knelt up, grinning, and took me in, watching Pete take the heat from her father with one eye. It was all good; neither I nor Hernando lasted five minutes.

At dinner, we were the talk of the teacher's table; I was hailed as the savior of not one, but two families. Technically, I wasn't certain whether I'd expended my concubine count with Pete and Cora or not; Pete was male, but not a father -- did that count? I didn't bother to ask; I had my hands full. Two or three of the other instructors rushed off to check the family lists; I wished them luck.

After dinner, it was time to take Pete and Cora down to Medical. I modeled Cora on Consuela somewhat, but there were gross differences that I wanted to capitalize on. The result was wider than Consuela and had more conical, if more widely splayed, breasts. Cora was done in pinks, where Consuela was done in browns for nipples and other bits. I got rid of the permanently pink cheeks and substituted a creamier complexion all over, and reduced Cora's thighs to the point that they wouldn't rub all the time and produce what some people called a 'taint.' I added to her real chin and removed the double one that tended to be just flesh and fat. Last, but not least, I gave her more hair on her head and less on her twat -- which had been markedly bushy. All of my women still had fur -- even Lupe, who controlled her own, for now -- but none of them had a jungle.

I had a talk with Pete and I had a talk with the Medics, and at the end of things, Pete could handle a touch more cock than I had available at either end -- pleasurably. Watching him with Hernando disabused me of any belief I had that I would break him of sucking cocks. Hell, I could tell already that Hernando planned to use him regularly! I figured I'd wait a while, minimum -- I had women to service, and plenty of them!

That brought us to bedtime; I farmed Lupe and Pete out to separate rooms, reminding Pete that Lupe wasn't legal yet, and took the remodeled Cora with me, sending Consuela to Hernando's bed. Thirty minutes later, Consuela stuck her head in the door, "You gave him an inch, didn't you?"

"I might have," I said noncommittally.

"He still doesn't last that long..."

"I have to beat him at something," I laughed.

"Oh, you still do -- and you know it!" Consuela laughed and went back to Hernando.

"Are we going to...?" Cora asked.

"I've had a LOT today -- I don't know..." I mused. I didn't need an AI, though, to realize that I would tarnish her fancy new self-image if I said no, so I let her suck me to life and enjoyed a LOOOONG fuck -- by the end of which Cora didn't want to let me go... I slept on her pillowy chest -- and enjoyed it thoroughly.