Seekers

Chapter 10 - Paul Responds

Jeff slept well, despite the constraint of the heavy chastity belt, and awoke feeling relaxed. He kept the chastity belt on as he showered, had his breakfast and prepared for work. For a while he considered keeping it on, but, reluctantly, decided against it after trying his slacks over it. With it off, he dressed quickly and set off for work, the touch of his underwear exciting against his hairless skin. It felt fabulous, and he was in a relaxed and happy mood when he arrived at his office. The mood lasted all day, and several of his colleagues teased him about it. He refused to be drawn, other than to say, he'd 'turned a corner' and settled a problem he'd had on his mind for a while.

Tuesday evening arrived and Jeff had a moment of concern at the thought of changing for the gym session. He chose a discreet corner and kept his back to the room as he shifted into his jockstrap and shorts, then sat to fit his trainers and his gym shirt. To his disappointment, Paul didn't show, and he showered and dressed again, with the nagging feeling he'd gone and ruined their relationship.

His mood lifted immediately he got home though. There was a brief note in his post box. 'Thanks for the pic., and your endorsement. I'm very tied up this week and next - work-wise that is ;-) - I'll send you something soon. P' Suddenly the world brightened, and he almost skipped to the bedroom. There he stripped, fitted himself into the chastity belt - a struggle as his cock was rock hard and he first had to give himself some hand relief. Making a sandwich and a drink, he moved to his computer and checked his email as he ate. Shutting it down when he’d finished, he wandered out onto the terrace, revelling in the feel of the cool air on his skin and the restriction of his crotch. Idly he dreamed of sharing this with Paul. Surely not to much to hope for?

The weather turned on Wednesday and he arrived home wet and chilled, having forgotten to take an overcoat to work. A warm shower and a supper of soup and bread soon put that to rights, but it set the pattern for the rest of the week as well. There was nothing more from Paul either. The weekend was empty, even the Black Cat didn’t feel the same, and the next week was worse, but Friday brought a note from Paul, and an invitation from Clive and Tom to accompany them to a ‘special show’ at the Club Gummi. 

Dialling Tom’s phone number, Jeff listened to the ringtone, then heard the receiver lift and Clive’s voice answer. 

“Hi, Clive. Jeff. Just rang to say thanks for the invite, I accept — I need a break, I’ve been working too hard.” He laughed. “Paul’s been avoiding me too I think.”

Clive’s laugh was softened by the phone. “Not really, the lad’s been out of town doing a … commission. You may see him tomorrow at the Club.”

“I hope so,” Jeff heard himself say before he could stop himself. “I miss him.”

“That’s a nice thing to say, Jeff.” Clive’s voice was sympathetic. “It’ll work out, just let it happen.” 

“I’m trying, Clive, but it’s tough.”

“It always is.” Again the laugh. “You should have seen me and Tom trying to figure each other out and shed our fear of being ‘exposed’. That was something else - especially in those days. Now, dress for tomorrow is rubber. Minimum of rubber jeans, but the more the better. You OK with that? Need anything?”

Jeff grinned at the phone. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s fine. And thanks for the offer but I don’t need anything. I’ve just the outfit now. I did a little shopping for myself last week actually. Online.”  

The Club was just as Jeff remembered it. The wave of warm rubber scent rolled out to greet him as he opened the door and the guy on reception welcomed him with a smile. 

“Good evening,” he said, running his eye over Jeff’s sailor front rubber jeans, his tight rubber shirt and the lined rubber bomber jacket over it. Noting the fact the chastity belt made its presence noticeable through the rubber of the jeans, and the bulge pulled the rear zipper deep into Jeff’s butt crack. He pushed the book into place. “Just sign in. Are you joining anyone?”

“Yes, I’m meeting Clive and Tom - and I hope someone else, if he turns up.”

The man glanced at the name Jeff had entered. “Oh, so you’re Jeff? OK, I’ve a message for you.” He retrieved an envelop and handed it over. “And Tom and Clive are at table One, right in front of the stage.” He grinned. “Rubberdance have a special performance tonight.”

“Rubberdance?” Jeff’s pulse quickened. “They’re on tonight?”

“Yup.” The guy laughed. “They are now.”

Puzzled, Jeff opened the envelop and extracted the message. His heart beating a little faster, he read the brief note. ‘Hi Jeff, I’ll be joining you a little later. I hope you enjoy the Rubberdance show. There’ll be something a little special tonight. P.’ He was disappointed, but tried not to show it. He was here because he wanted to share this with Paul, and now Paul wasn’t going to be there for the show. Well, that was Paul. He’d be there later — maybe. Putting on a smile, he nodded to the receptionist and pushed his way into the club.

Behind him, the receptionist walked back to the alcove where all the ‘street clothes’ of the patrons hung. “I’d say he’s disappointed not to have your company at the table, Paul. But I think your act will blow him away.” He chuckled as the shiny black rubber figure moved out of concealment, the steel chastity belt contrasting sharply with the black rubber covering the rest of the figure. “I think he’s all ready to accept your offer.”

The masked and gagged figure grunted.

“How the hell you’ll manage to dance and do your routine with that plug, and your cock locked into that thing, I don’t know.” He laughed. “Good luck, like I said, from his expression you’ve got him.”

The fully rubbered figure grunted again, and quietly moved through the hidden door to the backstage area. ‘I hope you’re right,’ Paul thought as he joined the rest of the troupe and began to limber up.

Jeff found Tom and Clive at a table right at the end of a short ‘runway’ extended from the stage. 

“Hi, Jeff.” Tom grinned as he took in Jeff’s outfit. “Oh yes, I can see you’ve made your decision then.” He waved to the seat between himself and Clive. “Sit there. We’re in for a special show tonight.” He winked. “Something out of the ordinary.”

“So the guy at reception told me.” Jeff seated himself, noting Clive’s outfit was a ‘slave’ version of Tom’s, including a collar with owner tag, wrist cuffs and presumably other restraints he could’t see. “I’m not sure what he meant when he said Rubberdance were on tonight ‘now’.”

Feigning innocence, Tom asked, “Heard from Paul?”

Jeff pulled a face. “Yeah, got a note when I arrived. He’ll be here later, he says.” He shrugged. “I hope so, I’ve got something important I want to tell him.”

Clive squeezed Jeff’s thigh gently. “He will be, and he may have something to say to you too.”