Three reviews, three chapters. Enjoy! SJ
Chapter 7
Typically, a 'DoubleMale' (xyxy) has two visible sets of male genitalia, completely functional male internal organs, and no internal or external female organs. 90% of DoubleMales have external genitalia in a horizontal configuration. The phalli are beside each other stemming from a single root with a single scrotum containing two testis. Most DoubleMales have a single set of internal reproductive organs. A few (10%) have duplicates of some reproductive organs such as the gonads, the seminal vesicle, or the prostate gland. In these cases, the primary phallus is linked to all organs, while the extra organs are linked only to the secondary penis (which could be left or right).
In one percent of the DoubleMale population, the phalli are in a vertical configuration, with the two organs stacked on top of each other from two separate roots. The scrotum typically appears to stem from the lower root, however, the tissue structures are formed from both. Both scrotum contain two testis. Almost all of these cases have two complete sets of internal reproductive organs.
While the horizontal males' external organs jointly perform in terms of arousal, urination, and other biological functions, the vertical males' perform separately. The separate root structure allows the primary and secondary organs to perform different functions at the same time.
Excerpt from "The Risks and Rewards of the DoubleMale Genome: Learning to Live With More"
"Would you mind going past a grocery store first?" Joey asked when the driver opened the car door.
The man smiled. "First time over to the manor?"
"Yeah," Joey replied sheepishly.
"The Kaibas keep a pretty stocked larder. See what's there first. If you need anything else, it can be delivered by one of the staff."
Joey got in the car. A white Lexus. It had a chrome dragon on the grill. The interior was white leather with royal blue trim. The same blue as Kaiba's eyes.
Not vain at all, Joey chuckled.
There were no buttons on the doors, no power button for the flat screen. Then Joey found the sliding panel on the arm rest. Hidden were controls for the windows, the door locks, the sunroof, the TV, the glass between him and the driver, and a full stock bar - with booze.
Joey thought about it for about two seconds, then closed the bar. Coming home lit up was one of only two things that would make his mom kill him.
The manor was huge. The driver escorted Joey to the kitchen. The chef bowed and showed Joey a grocery-store worth of food and supplies.
Joey had the recipes for Mamma Rosa's lasagna and Mrs. Boren's caesar dressing. Gifts from two of his grandparents' neighbors in Brooklyn. Kaiba had suggested Italian, and these were Joey's best recipes.
"How may we assist?" the chef asked.
"I got this. I mean if you got everything. A box of noodles - you know, the wide long ones - a pound of beef/sausage/pork/other, can of tomato paste, can of tomato sauce…." Behind him there was a flurry of activity.
"Excuse me, chef-sama, how many noodles are in a box?"
"Make five kilos. We'll make ravioli from whatever remains."
"Five kilos?" Joey looked at the man. "That's, like, way too much."
"We make the pasta dough," the chef explained. "We can prepare the amount of noodles you need for this. The rest can be frozen for another time. There will be no waste, I assure you."
"Ok. But that's a lot of work. I can just go buy -" The sound of a food processor cut over him. A cook was dropping in an entire bag of tomatoes. "Whoa! A can! Like 8oz!"
"If you'd like, sir, we would be happy to prepare the meal for you."
"I can do this! I don't need all this fancy -"
"Sir, we make everything here from scratch." The chef seemed to get an idea. "Perhaps we could gather your ingredients, and inform you when we are ready for you to prepare the dish? Allow me to show you to the den."
The den looked like a library. Floor to ceiling bookshelves, leather couches, and a large locked oak desk. Joey was bored after ten minutes.
I wonder where the john is, he thought.
He found a living room, two more dens, a big dining room, a little dining room, and several locked doors. Joey wandered upstairs.
The apartment he found was huge. It was a whole other house, practically. It was pristine, though, as if no one had actually used the room in ages. The confirmation was the calendar beside the bed. The date hadn't been changed in four years.
I should not be in here, Joey thought.
In the hall, he found a maid who showed him to a guest room with a bathroom, and then waited to take him back to the den. Where he took a nap until a cook came to take him back to the kitchen.
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There were four pans of lasagna to choose from - beef, sausage, pork, and shrimp. A fresh caesar salad and garlic bread garnished.
"I said 'a' meal, not a month's worth," Seto smirked.
"Don't blame me! That nut job in the kitchen did all this. I made one pan. He had to take and get all fancy. I needed one pound of meat, not four."
The 'nut job' in the kitchen was the head chef at a five star restaurant before the young executive convinced him to move.
"In that case, I'll have the one you made." Seto took his seat and tried not to grin. Katsuya came to his house and cooked.
It was good. Simple, but delicious. Much like the American himself was turning out to be. Instead of Seto's usual dinner guests who wanted to find some weakness in Seto's armor, Katsuya was open and honest. And completely disarmed the brunette.
After dinner, Seto led his guest to the inner courtyard.
"Wow! This is amazing."
"Thank you. It's my second favorite place in the house. It's always quiet."
"Second, huh? So what's first?"
"My bedroom," he replied honestly.
"You are so not conning me into going up there," the blonde snickered.
Seto had a mental flash: pick Katsuya up, carry him to a bed, rip the clothes off his body….
"...a-hem. No. You are not interested in such things and I would not take such a risk."
"What risk? What, that I'd beat your ass for trying?"
"Perhaps." Seto almost smiled. "No. I still don't know your genome. I won't have carnal knowledge of someone fertile."
"Isn't fertile kinda the point?"
"Eventually, yes. But now? DoubleMales are statistically more likely to impregnate their partners. I have no desire to father a child in high school."
"Yeah. Well, I hope I don't either."
"You hope you don't?"
His guest blushed scarlet, and Seto struggled to keep his breathing even and to think with the head above his waist.
"Isis...uh...you really don't want to know."
Seto had to laugh. "You give me far too much credit! I am just like every other functioning male. I want to know in precise detail what happened with the legendary Ishtar-sama."
"If everybody knew she was a professional, why didn't anybody tell me?"
"Was she legendary?" Katsuya's blush actually got redder. "My goodness! The suspense is killing me. I should think the least you could do after ditching me, is tell me what I missed."
"I did her, she did me." The American snapped in English. "Ok?" He stomped back into the house.
Seto hurried after him, confused. Male bonding was supposed to include bragging over sexual conquests. But the boy seemed more than merely embarrassed.
"Katsuya." Seto stopped him, "Not here." He led his guest to his private parlor. Among other benefits, the room was virtually sound proof. "Ishtar Isis is well known as a priestess of a rather large cult." He switched to English as well. "She is known for her skills and her unique genome, but to my knowledge she has never done anything -"
"Geez! Drop it, ok?" The blonde was pacing the room. "She did what any guy - what I did. It was great. You should totally -"
Seto grabbed Katsuya's shoulders and held him still. "Tell me what she did to you! The Ishtars are not so high that they are beyond my reach. If she hurt you, so help me -"
Katsuya shook his head. "No, no. It's not…." He sniffed and suddenly Seto wanted to unload his entire weapons arsenal on the Ishtar bloodline. "It's stupid. It was - I was a virgin." He was shaking. "Both ways." He added almost too softly for Seto to hear.
Seto found himself holding Katsuya in his arms. 'Both ways'? Meaning what - apart from the obvious indication that the innocent pup was no longer untouched.
Was he female recessive? Katsuya seemed more sensitive, more delicate than any male recessive. Trembling. Warm. Needing comfort and protection. A stray puppy seeking shelter under a dragon's wing.
"Katsuya," Seto stroked the soft hair rubbing against his cheek. "You should go. I don't think I will behave any better than Ishtar if you stay."
The American sniffed again, but took a calming breath and returned to speaking Japanese. "She didn't do anything terrible. It felt pretty good, actually. It was me. I'm the one with the problem." He looked at Seto briefly; those milk chocolate eyes melted the executive's common sense. "I think, subconsciously, I knew she wasn't the one I was supposed to be doing it with."
Seto swore silently. "Can you get pregnant? We cannot do this if you -" He really, really hoped he had the willpower to walk away if he had to. For once, he was not sure he could, or would.
Katsuya spoke quickly. "I got balls, not ovaries." His volume dropped. "I got a…. I got some woman stuff, but no eggs."
"Katsuya," Seto tilted his chin up. Those lovely brown eyes seemed to sparkle despite the tears. "You will have to accept yourself one day."
Those eyes closed and their lips met without Seto's knowledge but with his full consent. Katsuya's arms slipped around him.
Slow, Seto reminded himself. Kiss until Katsuya moves us to something next. Seto had not had sex, but he'd spent many hours studying the subject. A DoubleMale who gives in to passion could easily rush things and frequently hurt their partner. Seto was the extreme - two complete sets of male organs. Twice the testosterone, twice the pressure. Restraining himself was becoming physically painful.
But the other option was to force Katsuya down, enter him in a single thrust, rip the sweet pup open and possibly do irreparable damage.
Katsuya pulled away from their kiss. "I don't really know what to do here. So you can -"
Seto placed a finger on his lips. "I have less experience than you. You have the advantage of me. My," Seto cleared his throat and tried again, "my bedroom is through there. Shall we?"
The blonde hesitated, then nodded.
Once inside, Seto touched Katsuya's shirt lightly. "May I?" Those eyes were bright still. Seto put Katsuya's hand on his collar as well and watched those eyes grow deeper button by button until both of their shirts were open.
Katsuya's chest was smooth but nicely defined. Very male with little fatty tissue and small but dark nipples. Seto drifted his fingers over one. The peak stiffened as Katsuya gasped. They were both trembling now. He could feel Katsuya's hardness rubbing against his own.
Seto leaned down and first licked, then sucked Katsuya's pert nipple.
"Oh, damn," the pup sighed.
Seto heard himself growl as he switched sides. Katsuya's fingers began combing through his hair, cradling his head. Seto's hands moved down and struggled with both belts, both pants. Katsuya's boxers, Seto's briefs.
Katsuya actually giggled when they both almost fell over while trying to step out of their pants without letting each other go. It was a magical sound.
They slowed down enough to get out of their remaining clothing. Katsuya's whole body seemed to be pink. A very pretty shade of pink.
Seto took his hand. "May I look at you first?" The pink turned red as Katsuya looked like he might burst from embarrassment. Seto lead him to the bed, very glad the maids always leave the side lamp on when they turn down the bed. If he'd had to turn on a light, his demure little doggy might have run away.
The room was just bright enough to see Katsuya's lovely skin. It was smooth, where there weren't old scars from a clearly athletic childhood. His abdomen was long - very masculine - but it curved into wide 'child bearing' hips with a light thatch of silky blonde pubic hair.
Katsuya's cock was carved by daVinci. Longer than Seto's palm, but comfortable in his grip. It was the first circumcised phallus Seto had seen. Without the foreskin hiding it, it seemed more erotic; as if it were extra nude just for him.
Seto could not resist. He licked it. He'd always wanted to try oral sex.
"Ohh fuck!" Katsuya groaned.
Seto smiled and moved down. He licked Katsuya's stones, too. So different from his own. Smaller. Tender. Katsuya's legs were thick and muscular like an athlete's. Another time Seto hoped to feel them wrapped around him. At the moment, he pushed those legs up.
"No, wait - don't!" Katsuya panted, breathless but panicked.
"Please," Seto soothed. "I want to see all of you."
Katsuya was trembling again, but Seto was steady. Before him were two openings, both deep rose in color and glistening in the low light. The light scent made both of his phalli twitch and his mouth water. The lower opening was small, round and puckered. The upper was a bit larger, but not much, and was more like a very narrow teardrop in shape. There was no labia or hair as a girl had. There didn't seem to be any feminine structure. It looked more as if the raphe of Katsuya's scrotum had simply split in the perineum. It was rather masculine, Seto thought.
"Absolutely beautiful," he breathed. Katsuya looked as if he were made for him. He touched the openings, gliding his fingers up and down the slick entrances. 'Wet dog' indeed, he found himself thinking; suddenly that description had an entirely new meaning for him.
Katsuya flinched.
"Did that hurt?" Seto moved his lover's legs to look at his face.
"I - no, it didn't hurt. I - I just…."
"Tell me. If I'm doing something wrong -"
"Just don't touch it."
"Don't touch what?"
Katsuya rolled his eyes. "You know. It."
"You are uncomfortable with anal play?" Which would be a disappointment; Seto was looking forward to it.
The puppy gave him a disgusted glare. "Dude! Look, just stick to this stuff, ok?" He indicated his phallus.
Seto was truly bewildered. "Why?" He teased both tempting orifices. "You look divine. No wonder Ishtar -"
"DON'T!" Katsuya snapped. "Besides, that shit hurts."
"The hymn tearing always -"
"That wasn't it." Katsuya sighed, frustrated and reluctant. "They got rid of that when they did the surgery. No, something...inside. And don't ask what, 'cause I don't know and I don't want to know."
"Was there no pleasure at all?"
"It doesn't matter. It felt like somebody put my balls in my stomach and then stomped them."
"So it was deeper?" Seto jumped on the faint hope. "So, I won't explore much."
"Why you gotta -" Katsuya started but Seto gently inserted a finger in the first opening. "Ohhhhh! Dude! If this hurts, I'm gonna punch you in the throat."
"Duly noted," Seto murmured. Katsuya's folds were squeezing two fingers and Seto was having trouble thinking about anything else. So warm. So tight. And yet three fingers fit. What did Ishtar do?
Seto moved a finger to the second opening. Katsuya's hips lifted as the sphincter first clinched shut then released. Seto felt a little dizzy imaging the twin sensations on his phalli.
"I want to try something," He said suddenly. Quickly, he dug through the bottom drawer of his night stand. There wasn't much lubricant left, but he poured some on his upper phallus. Then he knelt between Katsuya's legs and lifted his hips.
"What - what are -"
"Not deeply," Seto panted, "I promise. Just the tip." He pushed the tip into Katsuya's anus and they both gasped. "Oh my God! Stop squeezing! You're crushing me!"
"Fuck!"
"Breathe, Katsuya! Just breathe. I won't hurt you. I promise." Seto began stroking the boy's waning arousal and slowly, he began to relax. "Ok. I'm going to move a bit. Breathe in. Now exhale. Very nice. Just breathe," he said, as much to keep himself in control as for Katsuya.
They repeated the process. The third time Katsuya gasped.
"What? Did I hurt you?"
"No-ooooh, fuck!" Katsuya groaned. "There's a spot…."
Seto leered. Who knew discovering someone's genome could be so delightful. The wet dog had a prostate. He pulled out a bit and Katsuya arched.
"Don't - oh geez! Sto-op!"
Seto used short strokes, trying to feel the exact spot that was making Katsuya whimper. Katsuya was fully erect and throbbing.
"Aw, FUCK!" Katsuya rather abruptly spurted cum into Seto's hand.
Seto looked at the panting boy beneath him. At the cream still warm in his hand.
"Katsuya," he whispered.
"...yeah?"
"I'm sorry." Seto leaned down and kissed the boy deeply as he pulled out. He needed both hands to line up properly, but when he pushed down again, it was with both phalli deep inside Katsuya.
"Ahhh!" Katsuya screamed and arched against him. "Oh shit!"
"Please!" Seto slipped his arms around the quivering boy. "I'm sorry. Just bear with it."
"No! That...spot! It's, like, between you!" Katsuya was moving himself up and down. "I'm gonna lose it again!"
Not without me, Seto thought. He began moving in earnest.