Seekers

Chapter 12 - At Last My Love

Listening to the door close behind their ‘visitors’ Jeff sighed. He was in heaven. Carefully, he slipped his arm beneath Paul and rolled onto his side, then drew a leg over his companion. Their gagged mouths met as he worked his way into place half mounting his lover. For a long moment they embraced, slowly, gently, enjoying the sensation of being so close, and yet still helpless to satisfy their raging desire for sex.

It took a long time for them to get free. First Jeff had managed to release one of Paul’s hands. Paul then freed his friend’s, and together they searched for, found and tried all the keys to slowly release each other from the strait jackets, then the all enclosing rubber suits and the muzzles.

Finally, they stood face to face, each with his hands on the other’s hips, only the chastity belts remaining firmly in place as they smiled into each other’s eyes. Their lips met in a prolonged kiss, their tongues gently exploring. 

Jeff drew a little back. “Paul, will you do me the honour of fucking me first? Keep me belted, and take me, my dearest.”

Smiling, Paul drew him close and kissed him. “Only if you do the same to me when I’m done.”

Jeff nodded. “Yes, my love.” He held up a small key on a chain and draped it round Paul’s neck. “My key.” He giggled. “I’m now completely yours, my love, take me before I lose my courage.”

Paul chuckled, and kissed him. “With pleasure - but you’ll need to unlock me first. The key is in the gag I was wearing.” He indicated the abandoned suit. “Take it, my dear. And keep it. I’m totally yours.”

Jeff arched his back and wrapped his legs tight round Paul’s midsection, his lip gripped between his teeth as his lover thrust into him. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt his partner thrust deep and squirt his love potion inside him. For a long time they held each other as Paul’s member softened, then he was freeing himself, grinning. “Your turn, lover. But first, put my belt back on.”

His senses still reeling, Jeff grinned. “OK.” He retrieved the device and swiftly fitted Paul into it, locking it in place. “Now let me out so I can take advantage.”

Paul grinned. Taking the key off his neck, he used it to release the locks securing the belt, carefully releasing the gorgeous cock it confined. Gently he kissed the tip, savouring the precum. Then he positioned himself, his hips resting on the piled cushions Jeff had vacated. “Take me, my lover.”

Lowering himself carefully, Jeff applied lubricant to his cock and then Paul’s sphincter. His tip met the opening, their lips met and Paul moaned softly as Jeff’s rigid member parted his muscle. Jeff sank deeper and Paul rose to meet him, then they were joined, and Jeff began to gently fuck his friend and lover, glad he’d ejaculated while Paul fucked him as this meant he’d now be able to enjoy this coupling for far longer.

They woke as the sun set, filling the room with dim golden light. Jeff stirred, smiling as his eyes met Paul’s. “Happy, my darling?”

“Mmmm. You?”

Reaching out to kiss, his lover, Jeff said softly, “Ecstatic, my darling.” They kissed. “I don’t want you to ever leave. Please make this your home as well? I’ve been trying to get agreement to buy it, and I want it to be our home.”

“Why buy it?” Paul grinned. “Do you know who owns it?”

“Yeah, some guy called Paul Hermeabaum.”

“He isn’t willing to sell, is he?”

“No. Dan was rather funny about it actually.”

Paul laughed. “I bet.” He rolled over so their cocks met. “I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Paul Hermeabaum.” He grinned. “And I don’t want to sell because I want to live here with you. In fact, Dan already has the deeds transferred into our joint names - but I told him not to tell you.” He studied Jeff’s expression. “Have I done wrong? Have I made you angry with me?”

For a moment Jeff was silent, then he shook his head. “No, just stunned. Why didn’t you tell me right off?”

“Because you’d have refused to take it, and you wouldn’t have given me the chance to get to know you like this — or to share my fetish, my love, my life.”

Slowly Jeff nodded. “You’re right.” He smiled. “But, I’m glad you did. Now, about that fetish. Lead me to it — right after we have something to eat.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Paul’s mouth locked onto Jeff’s, his hand reaching for his lover’s gorgeous and eager penis. 

Willingly, Jeff responded, submitting as Paul gently changed position until he was able to break the kiss and take his lover’s ready penis into his mouth. After a few seconds, Jeff shifted his own position slightly and applied his mouth to Paul. 

Twenty minutes later they erupted more or less simultaneously, eagerly swallowing each other’s spunk before spending several more minutes enjoying their softening cocks, ball sacks and the tender flesh of their perinea. Finally they were face to face again, their mouths eager, desperate and aggressive as they kissed.

Supper out of the way, the cleared the dishes together, loading the dishwasher and tidying the kitchen. Jeff turned from wiping the counters to find his lover studying him, a grin playing on his mouth. Studying Paul's naked body, Jeff noted the semi-erection and felt his own member stiffening. "Mmm, I love this view. I could get very addicted to it, even without the latex."

“You wanted to embrace the ‘fetish’ did you?” Paul’s smiling eyes matched his grin.

“If it means getting a lot more of you and what we had earlier, yes!”

“No time like now then,” Paul murmured as he lifted the rubber hood his friend had worn. “Hold still while I prepare you.”

Jeff saw the hood and smiled. “Kiss me first, beloved. Then make me your toy.”

Without a word, Paul kissed him, then expertly slipped the hood and gag into place and secured it.  

It took forty-five minutes, but finally Jeff stared at his reflection in the full height mirror. No hint of flesh was visible, even his eyes hidden behind tinted lenses. From head to food he was encased in shiny black rubber. His feet enclosed in calf length riding boots, his legs, torso, arms and hands sheathed in thick, tight rubber and his head encased in a tight hood. A harness on his chest held a moulded back pack containing an air filter on his back, and a breathing mask connected to the filter by thin hoses supplied his air. At his crotch, his rubber sheathed scrotum and erection was contained by a thick moulded codpiece. He couldn’t speak, thanks to the gag filling his mouth, but he wanted, more than anything, to tell the grinning Paul how much he loved this.  

“I had this specially made for you, my love.” Paul whispered, his mouth close to Jeff’s tightly rubbered ear as he stood behind his partner. “I hope you like it.” He sounded uncertain.

Jeff sighed. Turning carefully, he slipped his arms round his lover’s waist, drawing him into a hug. For a moment he rested his head against Paul’s shoulder, unable to speak, or to kiss, he wondered how he could show his willing submission to their love. Then he got an idea as Paul murmured his pleasure at the response.

Kneeling carefully, he gently grasped his partner’s hefty erection, then brought it close, and rubbed the swollen head to his masked face before grasping his lover’s thighs and resting his head against them, that gorgeous cock pressed against his eyepieces.

Paul sighed. Freeing himself, he reached down and grasped Jeff’s hands, raising him to his feet. “Go to the living room and wait for me, my love. I want to get properly dressed for you. Then I’ll make some supper for us.” Kissing the masked face, he hugged his lover. “I’ve had an identical outfit made for myself, for when we want to swop places. Wait for me while I dress.”

Jeff’s heart leapt as he saw the rubber clad figure walk toward him. Paul was, like him, completely covered in shiny black, form fitting, rubber. Every detail of his gorgeous physique showing to perfection through the tight rubber as he moved. 

He stopped and posed to give Jeff a chance to take it all in. Smiling, he asked, “Like what you see?”

Jeff nodded, his heart thudding in his chest and his breath coming in long hissing gasps through the mask. He’d dreamed of this for so long, and now Paul stood in front of him, a vision from his wettest and most erotic dreams. He wanted to stay like this, to be like this, to be Paul’s lover, sub, dom, toy — whatever Paul wanted of him.

Moving forward Paul gripped Jeff’s hand. “Come with me, love.” Drawing Jeff with him, he moved out onto the wide verandah terrace. Leading him right to the edge, he slipped his arm round Jeff’s waist and kissed the masked face. “Be proud, my darling. We’re going to show the world our love and our fetish.” He gestured, and Jeff realised that, in this position, they must be visible to anyone in any of the buildings across the river, or further downstream as well as from the river itself.

He experienced a moment of panic. Then, very deliberately, faced his lover and embraced him. Yes, this was meant to be. This was what he wanted above all else.

Paul kissed the masked face again. Now he was sure. Jeff was meant for him, and he for Jeff. He returned the embrace, lingering as he kissed the masked face, the neck, the forehead and then, kneeling slowly, the hefty codpiece. Yes, he was sure. They were made for each other in every sense of the word.

Arm in arm, they surveyed the river and the sunset. Then, slowly, lovingly, turned and walked inside. Rubberdance had a new member, Paul realised. They’d need a new routine — and he knew exactly what it would be. They’d make the perfect bondage duo for the others to play to. Yes, their future was looking great.