An Object of Love

“Your favourite client has booked you, Sextus.” Dimitri, my owner and trainer smiled. “And he wants you dressed in the special suit.”

“The special suit? Oh boy, that means he’s going to have friends round as well.” I grinned. “I’ll be full of their cum when they’re done.”

Dimitri grinned. “You like that, don’t you? To be absolutely loaded with your client’s sperm.”

“Ooh yes,” I replied, standing so he could apply the lubricant to my hairless body. “It makes me feel good when I’m full of someone else’s spunk.”

I’m a genetically engineered sexual playmate, a specialised fetish latex bondage submissive playmate for men who enjoy sex with an objectified partner. I have larger genitalia than any unmodified male, no prepuce, and the ability to have multiple ejaculations. I have a well developed physique, with a small waist and narrow hips, nicely developed abdominal musculature and my chest and arms match. A feature that marks me out as what I am is the nipples. These are not quite as a large as a woman’s, but they are around twice the size of a natural male’s and the ‘teat’ is quite prominent — and very sensitive. I am usually hired out to fetishists for use in a fully enclosing latex suit, the only openings being at my butt, the tip of my cock and, obviously my nostrils and mouth. My eyes are always covered by lenses, and I can be fitted with a wide range of additional accoutrements intended to restrain me, or to give my user additional control or pleasure. 

My ‘favourite’ suit was an all enclosing black latex outfit that really showed off my physique and assets and turned me into a shiny black latex mannequin. It was usually supplemented by a butt plug, a penis gag and some restraint of my penis, a slave belt and arm restraints, and this particular client was often very creative in how he used me. I could always look forward to being very enjoyably used for his pleasure, and to get a great deal of enjoyment from it myself.

“From what he said you’ll be getting a lot this time. He’s booked you for two days, and I’m to deliver you sealed into the suit, restrained and gagged, but not plugged.” Dimitri stood back. “Okay, you’re ready, get started into the suit.”

“Yes, Master.” I smiled and walked to where he’d laid out the black latex suit. It is an incredibly elastic suit, and very tight. Tailored to my body, it is like having a second skin, but it also shapes me slightly, accentuating my butt, my narrow waist and my enlarged nipples. Working carefully I got my feet into the attached foot, and worked my big toes into their sheaths. Then I had to work the suit up my legs until I could get my scrotum into the moulded sack, and my penis into the attached tube. Working the bulk of the suit up to my waist, I now paused to insert the tricky sleeve and retainer into my butt hole.

With that settled and checked, I worked the suit up to my armpits, and then worked my arms into the sleeves and the attached gloves. Turning to Dimitri, I smiled. “Shall I Put the hood on now, Master? Or wait until …”

“Hood on, then I will apply the sealant and polish you,” he said, smiling. But first he leaned close and kissed me on the mouth. “Remember who you belong to, my love.”   

Yes, Master.” I smiled, preparing to pull the hood over my face and shaved head. “Will my Master give me his cum before he gags me? I’d like that, Master, so I remember him while I please the client and his friends.”

He smiled. “If that is what you want. Hood on, then I will seal the entry and you can service me while the seal sets.”

I drew the attached hood into position, pushing the tube gag and tooth guards into place, then pulled it over my face and then  my head making sure the tinted lenses settled over my eyes. As the rubber settled onto my features the opening down the back of my head and neck began to close. Dimitri moved close and used his fingers to draw the guard strip under the opposing side, and then ran the zip closed, covered that with the sealing strip and smoothed it into place. Now the only way I could be released from the suit was with the special tool Dimitri had to unseal me, or to destroy the suit — and that was almost impossible to do. The suit was not made from ordinary rubber, cutting it off me was nearly impossible, dangerous, and extremely difficult.

Turning, I dropped to my knees and accepted his erection into my mouth. I love my owner deeply, and this was our little bonding ritual before I went out to service a client. He has a beautiful cock. It is a work of art, the head large and flared, the shaft thick and long, and I know every millimetre of it intimately. The tube gag restricts me a little, but I have learned to work around it, and now I used all my skill to give my Master, my lover, my owner, what he most enjoyed … It surprises many to learn that my Master is also my lover. He guards me jealously, and allows no abuse of me physically, and, when I am returned from a client, I am given a complete check over, bathed carefully, fed my favourite meal, and then taken to his bed where I may rest, frequently held close in his arms.

Dimitri is unusual in his love and care for me, his slave, and an expert lover. Now he rewarded my efforts with a good dose of his sperm which I sucked down hungrily. When he had no more to give me, I stood, accepted the latex penis gag, and then waited while he fitted my slave belt and restrained my arms, then carefully fitted the heavy reinforced ‘jewel box’ over my nine inch penis and bulging scrotum, and fixed it in place. 

“There,” he said, kissing my latex covered face. “You’re all set. Go down to the transport and I’ll message the client we’re on our way.”

The client was expecting us, and led me immediately to the prepared chamber. With a thrill of pleasure I saw the apparatus I was to be installed in. It would render me completely immobile, but allow him and his guests to fuck my face or my butt and make use of my cock in whatever manner they pleased. It was a matter of minutes for me to be installed, and soon after the client’s guests began to arrive.

I’m a toy. An object to be used for the pleasure of my users, but I also enjoy being used. In the process of giving my users the sexual pleasures they desire, I derive a great deal of pleasure myself. Of course I have certain things I enjoy more than others, and my current situation was among them. Some of my clients enjoy giving me pleasure, other denying it, and a few, a very few since I am my Master’s most valuable asset, derive pleasure from inflicting pain. Usually the Master will not hire me out to those more than once, but sometimes they manage to find ways to gain the use of me through someone else. This client was not one of those. 

The first guests arrived and lost no time in exploring the pleasure I offered in this position. Since all of them wore latex, and all were hooded and masked there was no way I could identify them, except one — that part of them used on me in the most intimate way. Soon I was giving pleasure to a short, thick and heavily veined shaft crowned by a compact, but rather nice ‘head’ in my mouth, while another rather longer and larger penis pumped my butt and a third client gave my own penis a good workout with his mouth.

Within an hour my butt was full of cum, so was my mouth and masked face, and my cock was in the throes of yet another ejaculation as someone straddled me and fucked himself on my penis. Once he’d removed himself, Dimitri appeared at my side in a pause in the action, cleaned me carefully, applied a large dose of his restorative lubricant to my hole and fed me some of the refreshing syrup that revived me.

While I waited to be used again, I let myself relax completely, my mind wandering. With a start I became aware I had been joined by four men, and now they prepared to use me, one applied lubricant to my erection, while his companions talked and joked among themselves, then the lubricator straddled me and positioned himself. I noted that his cock was as long as mine, but slimmer, and his scrotum smaller.

“I hope this thing is loaded,” he said, his voice sounding young. “I need a good big dose of cum — and a long fuck.” He sank down on my lubricated cock with a sigh, taking all of me into his butt. “Okay, I’m ready,” he gasped to his companions. 

“Good.” One of the men swung himself astride me, his own erection impressive and gleaming with lubricant. Positioning himself carefully, he helped the first man insert his cock into his anus, sighing as he accepted it fully, then the third man straddled me and my eyes took in the gorgeous cock head as it was positioned to enter the tube gag in my mouth. It tasted good, but they weren’t finished yet, and I realised that Number Three now had the second man’s penis filling his butt — and then I felt the fourth man stretching my manhole …

If I have an absolute favourite situation in being used by clients it is to have someone ride my cock while another person fucks my butt. The man riding my cock this time managed to bring me to three ejaculations, while his companions managed to prolong their own pleasure sufficiently that I got three cumshots in my mouth and the same in my butt. Laughing and joking they detached themselves eventually and went off in search of refreshment while Dimitri released me, attended to my needs and moved me to a new apparatus.

I lost track of time, and of the different apparatus used, or indeed, how often I was fucked, sucked or gave head. At regular intervals Dimitri appeared, fed me, or took care of my needs, cleaned me up and eventually packed me for transport home. I slept all the way.

“Well done, Sextus.” My Master’s voice woke me from a deep sleep. “The client was delighted, and has paid a bonus for your four man session.” He slipped into bed beside me and murmured in my ear, “And I have decided it is time to retire, and to make a change.”

I felt a stab of fear. Did he plan to sell me? To replace me with another? There were places in the city that bought up redundant playmates. None of us lasted long in such places. “Is Master no longer satisfied with me?”

His arms slipped round me. “No longer satisfied ..? What gave you that idea? Haven’t I just said the client paid a bonus for you?” He paused. “No, my silly Sextus. I meant it is time for us to change. We have enough money now to take a different path.” He held me close. “You have no idea how painful it is for me to watch you being used and enjoyed by clients …”

“But it is what I am, Master. A toy for the pleasure of men.”

“Yes, but I want that pleasure just for myself in future. And I want something better for you as well.” His kiss surprised me. “I’ve been planning this for a while. I’ve bought a little place for us, and I’m going to have you reprogrammed — you’re far more than ‘just a toy’, my dear. I want you to be my lover, my companion, and, most important, yourself.”

This was all almost too much to understand. “But Master, I am your companion, and I am your lover when you want me to be, and I can’t be anything except what I am …”

“Then we’ll have to teach you how to be yourself.” He hugged me, and kissed me gently. “I’m going to make you a person. More than an object for sexual gratification — but we’ll have that too.”

"If that is what Master wants ..." His kiss cut off any further response.