Seekers

Chapter 11 - Paul’s Gift

The first part of the floor show was good. A comic turn that helped Jeff relax. Always a careful drinker, he was being ultra-cautious tonight, so he really appreciated the chance to relax without having to drink too much. Finally, the act he really wanted to see began. As before the dancers were superb, but, to his disappointment, the spectacular figure he remembered seemed to be absent.

Then the music, lights and rhythms changed, and that special dancer had the stage to himself. Jeff gasped at the costume, taking in the hefty chastity belt, the horned head and the hooves on the feet. Now the dance began to unfold, and clearly it was directed at him. He gasped as realisation clicked into place. “Paul?” He exclaimed softly. “Oh, Paul, you’re magnificent.” As if he’d heard, the dancing figure advanced, the chastity shield thrust toward Jeff, the hand gestures inviting, signalling subtly, a gift offered, then as quickly dancing away, whirling, leaping and pirouetting as the other dancers joined him, slowly ‘capturing’ the central figure, adding a collar, then ‘forcing’ him into a strait jacket.

Enthralled and thoroughly aroused, Jeff watched as the dance continued until finally the central figure could barely move with the restraints. Then, as suddenly, he was on his knees right at Jeff’s table. The music stopped, the tableau froze, and Jeff found himself being lifted onto the runway.

Confused, he stared at the rubber restrained figure in front of him. Then the sound system came to life with a recording of Paul’s voice. “Jeff. I’m yours. Please take me. As I am, for what I am.”

For a heartbeat, Jeff stood still. Then he reached down, and gripped Paul beneath his restrained arms, lifting him to his feet. His mouth covered the moulded rubber face and gagged mouth with kisses as the room exploded with catcalls, cheers, whistles and shouted congratulations. It took a moment to get enough quiet to make himself heard, but suddenly it was very important that he say what was on his mind.

“Please! Let me reply,” he bawled. Slowly the room stilled, then he positioned himself next to Paul, his arms still wrapped protectively round his rubber encased figure. “Paul. I accept — but on condition that you accept me, taking me as your lover, friend, slave.” He remembered Paul’s words. “As I am, what I am.”

As the applause rose into storm pitch, he whispered to one of the other dancers. “Now take me backstage, put me into that outfit, and then let me dance together with Paul for this bunch of perverts.”    

There was a chuckle from the dancer, then the troupe was carrying Paul and Jeff off stage.

Three hours later, Tom, Clive and two of the Club staff carried Paul and Jeff into Jeff’s bedroom and laid the pair of rubber encased and restrained figures side by side on the bed. Tom smiled down at them. “I’m tempted to leave them like that.” He grinned. “At least partly.” 

The others laughed. “What a show.” The burly receptionist chuckled. “It’ll be the talk of the town for months, and it’s hit GayTube already.” He smiled. “Why don’t we free their arms and then let them figure out how to get free themselves?”

“My thought exactly.” Tom laughed. “That should give them some fun.” He produced his camera. “But first, a photograph for them to remember this moment by.” Taking several, he then had the pair stood up and walked to the verandah, to have several more taken in the early morning light. “That should do it. OK, let’s get them back to bed and the chance to free themselves.” He grinned. “You know, a couple of these photos will make fabulous posters!”

Freeing the pair’s arms, and loosening the wrist zippers, but without freeing their hands, Clive, Tom and the others left, having pointed out where they’d placed the different keys for the different locks securing the pair.