The Hidden Chateau

Welcome to our service

The chamber was circular. The walls lined with what appeared to be consoles, screens at intervals displayed streams of data, graphs, and various signals that looked like audio. Several also showed the now empty tunnels, the room I’d changed in and the interior of the abandoned chateau. The centre of the room was dominated by a huge frame device which looked like something designed to hold someone in a spreadeagled pose, like the vitruvian man. 

“You may leave your former attire in the receiver to your right.” The voice seemed to come from the frame itself.

“What?” I glanced to my right and saw the open drawer. My jogging outfit is an expensive one. It cost almost a week’s pay when I bought it. “What will happen to it?” 

“It will be kept. You do not need it now.”

Reluctantly, I dropped the lycra bundle into the drawer.

“Very good. Now place yourself in the marked position in the machine.” The disembodied voice was firm and no nonsense, but, strangely, not threatening.

Walking forward I looked at the machine/frame and noted that there were marks on the floor indicating where to position my feet. 

“What is this about?” I asked, noting that there appeared to be hand holds at shoulder height. Someone had gone to enormous expense to set this all up.

“All will be explained when you are ready. Take the position indicated.” This time it was clearly an order.

I looked round the room. There was no way out that I could see, even the door I’d entered through had now closed and I could barely see the outline. Reluctantly I realised that refusal probably carried consequences I probably didn’t want to explore. I turned around and placed my feet firmly in the marked position, and, when ordered, gripped the handholds. Immediately snap hooks snagged the D-rings on my ankle and wrist cuffs, and pulled them firmly outward.

“Hey!” I protested.

“You are being secured for examination.” More rods extended and snagged D-rings on my thigh and elbow cuffs, and then the heavy slave belt and my collar. “Do not be alarmed. You will enjoy the process.”

“Process?” I managed. “What process?” Something was opening the zip at my butt. “Okay, you got me. I’m Gay, I’m into bondage … what else do you …” Something touched my anus, pressing against my tight muscle. “Eeep!”

“Do not resist, a probe is being inserted. It will induce pleasurable sensations.”

“Pro … Eeep!” I gasped as my butt was invaded by something bulbous. Once it was inside me, the thing it was attached to pushed it deep, though the attachment was slender and my muscle clamped round it. My head reeled and I gasped again as something now slid over my erection, and then seemed to suck my organ deep into it. “Wha ..?” I managed as a metal sphere engulfed my head. Now I could see very little, and that only directly in front of me through small holes in the metal.

“The process is begun. Do not be alarmed, you are being assessed and will be adapted to our needs, a process that will give you pleasure far beyond your experience and the adaptations will be to your benefit. We are not demanding Masters and you will be well rewarded.”

I started to protest, but the sensations in my crotch and in my butt began to sooth me, and instead I relaxed and surrendered to whatever the devices were doing to me.

The frame began to tilt backward, but I found myself now resting on a soft padded surface that moulded to my body and supported me firmly as whatever was encasing my rubber sheathed cock gave it the most amazing attention. As for the sensations in my butt … I relaxed, transported far, far beyond mere orgasmic pleasure, and now ‘they’ were stood around me. A number of humanoid creatures, their skin, or some kind of latex suit, a silver grey, their dark, solid black eyes almond shaped in their large heads shaped like inverted pears. Their mouths were small, circular and the pursed lips evidently powerfully muscled …

“You are a child of the chateau, returning to your service. Welcome to your future.” I ‘heard’ one say. Their ‘voices’ all seemed to be in my head, not my ears. “We will enjoy working with you, Jack. It is your destiny.”

I couldn’t see what they were doing around me, but could, from time to time, feel some new touch. Their hands were long and narrow, the fingers long, slim and very flexible, and I could tell there was more than one exploring my rubber encased body.

“He is ready for impregnation, prepare to impregnate him” I heard, and at the same time, the frame rotated, so that I was now face down. The anal probe withdrew, slowly. 

A few seconds later I felt something new exploring my anus. It felt quite large, but very gentle. I gasped as it entered, It seemed to expand, and then … it was beautiful, it felt wonderful, and I never wanted anything else. I protested as it withdrew, and whimpered as a second entered. Now the feelings of pleasure, of enjoyment, of desire were even more intense, and the third increased this. Five more followed, and I was whimpering and pleading for them to continue as the frame turned over once again, then resumed the upright position.

The metal hemet opened and lifted off my head, while the probe re-entered my butt. My head swimming I stared at the alien figures standing in front of me. The leader smiled — it was difficult to tell since their mouths are essentially a small circular orifice — and touched my nipples with his long fingers.

“Our assessment was right, you are the missing descendent. Your return and addition to our feeding group will be welcome.” I heard the words, but couldn’t see his mouth moving to form them. “You will now feed me and these others.”

“What do you …?” I began as he removed the thing encasing my cock. It clicked in my head as he knelt and engulfed my cock in his mouth. It was nothing like I’d imagined it would feel like to be sucked. My ejaculation was unbelievable, and, if I thought that was the end of it, I was wrong. It was just the start, and these guys knew how to give a man ‘head’. I’d never experienced anything like it.

I was drained as I was released from the frame, given something to drink, and then they set to work again … Okay, ever since I’d ‘worked’ in a male club I’d fantasised about repeating something the members had done once to me. It had been to restrain me and then ‘kebab’ me with a cock in my butt and another in my mouth while a third customer enjoyed my cock. And now these strange beings were repeating the exercise and I loved it …

I woke up sitting in what had once been a very expensive high-backed leather armchair, still in the bondage suit, my butt plugged, as the dawn began to lighten the sky. I looked around. I was in what had once been the library, but had no recollection of how I got there. A noise in the passage outside the door startled me, then the door opened and Rod, peered in. Like me he was dressed in a rubber bondage suit.

“Oh great, you’re here. That means you’re accepted and one of us now.” Rod said, eyeing my latex covered body. “Enjoyed yourself?”

“What do you think?” I challenged, my mind on the incredible sex I’d experienced and annoyed with him for having set me up for this. From his attitude I guessed it wasn’t him, so who was it? And what were those outfits of theirs been all about? Aliens?

“The, um, other occupants gave you a good time?” Rod asked, his eyes darting round the room. “They showed you some, er, unusual activities?”

“What’s it look like?” I snapped, not giving anything away. How much did he know? Had he set this up?  Had he expected me to be rubbered, fucked, milked, and sexually enjoyed? “I got to put on this bondage suit, got fucked out of my skull while totally restrained, and now you can see I’m still wearing it — in fact, I can’t take it off until someone unlocks these cuffs.” 

“Looks like they really gave you the works.” He grinned indicating his own suit with a gesture. “Welcome to the club.”

I stood carefully, the butt plug hitting all sort of triggers and a response in my cock, conscious of wanting to get home, sleep and think about what had happened — and to experience it all again. Was it some kind of hallucination? The tight rubber bondage suit was still feeling fantastic and the memory the fantastic sensations in my cock, as for my butt, still slick with … whatever they’d put in me kept me hoping there was more sex to come … “Okay, I accepted your challenge. I’ve spent the night here, got worked over by a bunch of guys in really fancy outfits and I’m still in one piece, still locked into this suit, still sane and now I’m tired and hungry and you owe me an explanation.”

“Point taken, Jack. Just so you know, we all get this from them. It’s a rite of passage — an initiation, if you like.” Rod laughed. “They’re called Ligarans, and they run this place, supply us with everything we need and make sure no one finds us, the chateau and the village except those they allow or call or something. We can’t leave either once they’ve processed us. Come on, I brought you here, I’ll walk you home,” Outside he asked, “I’ll help you out of the suit as soon as we get home, and you can release me, but you look as if you’re enjoying it — and it suits you.”

“Yes.” I hesitated, awareness dawning that he seemed to find my being like this perfectly normal. “Actually, yes, I am enjoying this.”

“Yeah, we all do. They pump us full of a hormone that binds us to them and latex.” He laughed. “Most of us don’t need it. What did you think of the cellar?”

“Must have been one hell of a wine cellar in the old days, and the new bit … let’s just say it’s got some interesting kit in it.” I grinned. “Pity there’s no wine left, I could use a bottle after what happened to me during the night.”

“Nah, all the good stuff got swallowed by our predecessors I reckon.” He was wearing an identical suit to mine and showing off a nice ‘package’. “Well done though, you looked as if you owned the place sitting there this morning, according to the gossip most guys who take this challenge end up back home. You looked as if you were at home!”

“Really?” I laughed. “I wonder why?” Rod and I strolled toward where my barn flat lay. “You satisfied now? Now I guess I’m ‘out’ as a Gay fetishist.” I laughed. “I never thought I’d end up walking home in a bondage suit like this in daylight. Does everyone end up like this? Is this why the chateau is uninhabited?”

I had a very good idea it probably was. My encounter with the Ligarans as Rod called them, told me that there was a lot more to this than just sex and fetishes. I could understand why, even though I’d enjoyed it, others might not. And I planned to visit that cellar again!

“You weren’t worried when the door sealed on you?”

“Yes. But I figured you were trying to scare me, and there had to be another way in and out.” I wasn’t going to let him off that easily. “You should have told me what I’d find if I did.”

“You didn’t, um, wonder about the instruction to wear this suit?” He stopped, his eyes fixed on my face. “And you just put it on?”

“Yes, I did.” I considered stringing him along, but replied, “Rubber bondage has been my fetish since …  A long time anyway. You’ve been in there yourself, so you probably know what happened and what they did to me.” Frowning, I paused. “So what now? Are we supposed to be subs to someone? You set me up for some Top?”  

“What? No!” Understanding flooded his face. “Haven’t you noticed? Everyone that lives here is Gay — latex bondage fetishists to be exact — and all of us are … retained by the Ligarans.” He laughed. “Damn, you’ve lived here for a month and hadn’t noticed …”

“I had noticed, and I wondered …” I paused. That explained why he was always dressed either in lycra, or a roll necked shirt and loose bib overalls over … something very tight fitting. “Yes, I enjoyed it. It was intense, it took me to an experience I have fantasised about, and I woke up where you found me.” I grinned. “You might have warned me what to expect.”

“Would you still have gone?” 

“Yes. I would have.” I nodded and glanced at his crotch, seeing his arousal, I grinned. “And before you ask, yes, I put myself into this suit, and let them put me in that ‘frame’ thing, and, yes, I liked what they did to me. I liked being helpless while they had sex with me, and did whatever it was to me.”

At the gate to the barn he stopped. “You need to know that in a week or so you’ll be summoned by them, and they’ll have something new.” He dropped his gaze to the ground. “I know, I’m summoned regularly …”

“Thanks for the warning.” I opened the gate, aware my pulse was a little raised, and that a certain rubber sheathed part of me was showing its anticipation of the pleasure … So that was what the guys at the Co-Op did when they were ‘called out’. “I just hope it doesn’t become a problem for my job. If I lose that …. Well, then I’m fucked literally and figuratively.”

“It won’t. I told you, everyone here is involved. We’re all latex bondage fetishists — it goes with being allowed to live here.” He smiled. “It will never be a problem for you at work. Have a good look at the people in this town. None of them are partnered, except those looking after toddlers, and even they aren’t what they appear. And you’ve seen the doctor’s housekeeper.” He hesitated. “And there is a lot of compensation …”

“From what you say we don’t seem to have a choice in it anyway.” I considered, aware of a slickness around my butt, and the aroused state of my cock. “I’m going to get some coffee and a shower, but I need help getting out of this suit. If you’d like to, you can stay for coffee at least. I’d offer you breakfast, but I’m a muesli and yogurt type, not everyone is.”

“I’ll take you up on it.” He grinned. “I’m a muesli type as well.”

“Then you’re welcome to come in and share some. And you can explain why all the bullshit about daring me and making a bet to get me to spend the night in the chateau.” I laughed. “I don’t know what they did to me, but I’m hoping they intend to do it again.”

“Count on it.” Laughing, he followed me inside. “I can tell you it gets better every time.”

The week was an unusually busy one at work, but I became aware of two changes within myself. First I was a lot more aware of the sexuality around me, and secondly, I was a lot more relaxed about my own sexuality and my fetish. I mentioned this to Rod while we sat at the waterfront cafe after work. Like him, I’d taken to wearing a latex bodysuit under my jeans and a loose shirt and discovered that most people did here.

“Yup. It’s a part of what they do to us.” He grinned at me and indicated my crotch with his eyes. “I expect you’ve noticed that your balls are always loaded, and your cock ready for action at the drop of a hint?”

“No shit, Sherlock.” I shivered. “I have to watch myself very carefully with some customers … and as for working on the latex stock …”

“Yeah,” he said taking a drink. “It could be tricky in any normal job or community, and especially so in this place.” For a while we watched the boats and the wheeling seabirds. “They mean it when they say they feed on us. They know if we’re ‘wasting’ our ‘seed’.”

“You mean?” I thought about the fact I couldn’t seem to bring myself off masturbating any longer. “They ‘feed’ on us?”

“Yeah. Our sperm is a part of their diet or something.” He grinned. “And I can tell you it’s fantastic. You enjoyed what they did with you the other night? It gets better, and we’re always randy as hell. They’ll call you any day now.”

“Call me?”

“Yeah. They summon us, send us the outfit they want us to wear … They know our kinky tastes, and I think they’re even kinkier.” He grinned. “I still daydream about you in that bondage suit while I’m working.”

“Where did you learn to be a mechanic?” I asked, changing the subject as my cock indicated it liked where this was going. “Fishing, farming or sales seem to be the only other choices apart from that.” I shrugged. “There doesn’t seem to be much else around here.”

“There isn’t.” He chuckled. “Okay, don’t laugh, but I’m pretty much self taught and I also mow the grass in the Park. At least that’s what my job description says. In reality I’m a sort of Ligaran snack bar.” He shrugged. “When I’m not cleaning the pathways, mowing the lawns, or maintaining something, I’m, shall we say, tied up …” He grinned. “Which is a lot of the time. Sometimes I go to places the Ligarans have facilities in for their breaks … a sort of cafe for their people.”

“Tied up?” I hesitated. “You mean ..?”

“Yeah. I mean. You know how I have to go out often when I’m in the workshop?” He grinned and winked. “It’s how a lot of us work, and I think you’ll be on their list soon. It’s a lot of fun, and makes everything else much more enjoyable.”

“But I can’t just take off from my job …” I gasped. “I’ll be fired.” I thought about what he’d said. “Oh. They’re all part of this as well …” 

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be taken care of. You’ll get told to deliver something to one of the places they use. They’ll have everything ready for you, and when they’ve finished, you go back to work. I find it enjoyable, and often they send us back to work rubbered and bound. Their way of telling everyone you’ve performed well for them.”

“Rubbered and bound? But how do you … get back to work?” I hesitated. “Do they make you walk? Through the town?”

“Sometimes. Usually for me though, it’s just back to where I was in the park or the workshop.” He downed his drink. “Believe me, it’s amusing and fun, though it depends on who called for you. Sometimes they have you collected, but mostly let you walk back to work or home.”