21. Niall gets a wish.
Ben’s company sent him to some exotic places and the suit always went with him, though it was some while before the Master warned me to be prepared for a summons. For obvious reasons travel, for us, tends to be limited to the sort of distance from Ruwenzori Place that allows us to be home again before sundown. It must have been a severe restriction for our predecessors, but even making use of a light aircraft occasionally still meant we couldn’t go abroad.
Now the Master had found a way thanks to modern transport. I was still tied to Ruwenzori Place, but the suit linked me to wherever Ben was when he wore it. My first transfer outside of our time zone took me to Brazil … I found myself in a rather ornate room with a number of rubber clad men.
Ben stepped forward in his perfect rubber suit, and invited the others to examine me. This soon developed into an orgy, and following the Master’s instructions, I impregnated several. It was different, it was enjoyable and I got well used and plenty of cum. The drawback was that It was already late afternoon at home when I returned. At least I got an easy night with some light users.
Going ‘east’ was easier, though it meant a very long night as my return, keyed to sunrise where Ben was, meant I essentially ‘chased the night and then had to wait until sunrise caught up with me. The plus side was that, like the Brazilians on my first outing, the eastern folk were uninhibited, imaginative and put me to some interesting and pleasurable use.
The news my father was now bedridden and that his heart was only just keeping him going came as a shock. The mood at Moon Pond Farm was gloomy as we arrived to be greeted by Angela, Niall and Glynn.
“His heart's been on the blink for a long time, but he refused to tell anyone how bad it was.” Glynn’s expression was a mix of anger and concern. “You know how stubborn he was and how evasive he could be.”
Ushering us into the large sunny bedroom he’d occupied when we were growing up, Glenda ordered, “You’re not to tire him out. I wouldn’t let all three of you see him if he hadn’t demanded it and got excited when I suggested it would be too much of a strain …”
“Stop trying to control me, Glenda …” Dad’s voice sounded weak. “I haven’t got much longer now!”
“Just don’t overtax him, guys. Rob, try to get him to see sense!” Closing the door she withdrew leaving Rob, me, Glynn and Connor around the bed.
“Sit down, all of you,” in a weak voice, Dad ordered. “I wasn’t happy about that second family photo …” Pausing to take a deep breath, he smiled. “Remember that portrait you had up for us to look at?”
“Yes, Gareth. What about it?” Rob asked gently, his hand holding his brother’s. “It was Falstaff’s portrait.”
“I know …” sucking a breath, Dad, paused. “I never told you … he visited … thought it was a dream.” Wheezing another breath, he paused again. “In a way it … was. And he was there again … at the wedding … and for the photo. Was stood beside us. Right in front of me. Told me to be proud of you … Said he was …”
“We wondered what made you smile for the photo,” Rob told him. “Now it sounds like you need to take some rest …”
“All I do these days …” Reaching for my hand, he said, “I’m sorry, Eon. I made it difficult for you …”
“Nonsense, Dad. I accepted the service and I caught up fast.” Smiling, I met his gaze. “And It’s actually been fantastic—no more dyslexia, my art is selling, I live a fabulous house, with a great team around me … I couldn’t ask for better, or for more before I … became.”
Connor, Glynn and I stayed a little longer, then quietly left Rob with his brother. Glancing at Glynn I realised with a shock that he actually ‘looked’ as old as we were—closer to fifty than forty now—and Dad was in his late seventies. It came as a shock to register that Glynn actually looked his fifty-eight years, while I still looked as if I was in my twenties. A bigger shock was my remembering that Owain and Eric were both older than myself or Glynn--and looked it.
The years had slipped away faster than I’d realised. It also brought home the reality that Rob would soon follow Tynan. It also made me realise that Owain and Eric, being older than I, would soon want to ‘retire’ …
On the pool patio Niall approached me. As always he looked fabulous and terribly sexy with his steel chastity belt on full display in the absence of any other clothing.
“Eon do you mind if I ask a … personal question?”
“Why should I, Niall?” Wearing only a borrowed and rather skimpy thong, I laughed. “It’s not as if you don’t know what my other self does every night.”
“Erm, I guess …” Hesitating he stumbled on. “What do you actually feel when you’re, um, rubber?”
“Is that all?” Grinning, I watched as he sat delicately. The chastity belt completely encased his gorgeous cock and balls, but left his butt open. “It’s hard to describe, I guess you have to actually experience it, but, well, your body is a bit pliable, you know, not rigid, so it takes a lot of concentration to stay upright and to walk.” I paused, thinking about it. “And you’re randy as hell. All you want is to have someone fucking you, or fucking themselves on you … As soon as I go rubber I want my butt filled by a nice hard cock, and my mouth is the same. It’s nearly all I think about while I’m rubber …”
Silent for a while, he asked, “Will my second … will he also feel that? Don’t you wish you could be … something else?”
“Yes, he will be exactly like us, Niall, and no, I—we—don’t wish we could be something else.” Putting my hand on his thigh, I smiled. “It’s actually a bloody good life we live, sure we have a couple of restrictions, but we have a lot of tremendous fun and we all have some real talents we’ve been able to develop as well. We’ll take care of your second son, don’t worry.”
“You know Ang can …” For a while he sat in silence, then asked, “I know Owain … got rubber dolled once. I wish I could try it—so I know what my son and possibly a daughter will have to live with.”
“Qwedokoloshe might allow it,” I heard myself say. “But you’ll have to submit to being impregnated by at least one of us.” I held up a hand. “Our cum is a bit different. We can only release it when the Master allows it and it has permanent effects—ask Owain or better, ask your wife.”
“Don’t need to, Angela told me …” Hesitating, he fingered the steel covering his crotch. “Um, how do I contact—the Master. Is that what you call him?”
“I can give you a token. You just need to hold it against your penis …” Tapping the chastity cover, I laughed. “Assuming your wife lets you out of that first … and say his name and what you wish for. It works best if you tuck the token under your foreskin, what we have of it.”
“What happens then.”
“The token will be absorbed into your member.” Grinning, I told him. “You’ll get a monumental hard-on, and you’ll hear him in your head.”
Niall arrived at Ruwenzori Place an hour before sunset. He’d been in contact, and had followed my instructions for using the token exactly. He found me packing up my brushes and cleaning my palette in my studio.
“Qwedokoloshe says I have to ask one of you to suck me off, then fuck me orally and in the butt tonight when you go rubber.” Watching my face, he smiled. “Eon, I thought of asking Connor, but I would really rather like it if you would …” Dropping his gaze, he coloured slightly. “Um, he says I have to ask whoever it is to do it, to then leave me chained to the bed for the night, and fuck me again in the morning.”
“I’ll have to get Owain to do the chaining. If I’m rubber I can’t do it.” Putting my brushes into the container to keep them supple, I stood, took him in my arms, hugged him tenderly and kissed him. “As for the rest, go to my private room, strip and get ready. The Master told me you were coming and that you wanted me to be the impregnator. There’s a latex suit laid out for you and a couple of other items. Put them on and wait. I’ll be there shortly.”
“Thank you, Eon.” Returning the hug, he smiled. “Will I go rubber …”
“Not tonight, I think.” Releasing him, I put an arm round his waist. “If it’s the same as Owain’s experience, it’ll probably be tomorrow night or the night after. How long are you with us?”
“Angela says I can stay as long as necessary.” Stopping at the door to my private room, he removed his arm from my waist. “Thank you … this means a lot. I really want to know what my son is going to go through when he goes the same way as you guys …”
“Then go and get yourself ready, Niall.” Releasing him I pushed him gently toward the door. “I’ll be up just before sundown. Be ready.”
Niall turned as I entered the room. His nervousness transmitted itself to me as he stood looking beautiful in the skintight rubber suit and hood with dark lenses over the eyes. He looked very vulnerable, but determined to submit himself. His erection was as I remembered Connor’s penis before he ‘became’, large, but not as big as what Connor now carried. The bed had been prepared with the chains that would keep him secured to it for the night.
Shedding my bathrobe, I hung it behind the door and turned, naked, to face him.
“Ready, nephew? Still want to do this?”
“As I’ll ever be, Eon.” His gaze fastened on my erection. The Master had increased the girth of my penis and the size of its ‘helmet’. “Damn, you’re big …”
“Yes, but I won’t be rough, and I will make it pleasant for you.” Walking closer, I said softly, “It’s what I am and what I do. What your son will be and what he will do …” Placing my hands on his hips, I kissed him, as he placed his hands on mine. “In a moment I will transform. Kneel and give me head. I will release my cum. It will be a lot, and you need to swallow it all. Then lay yourself on your back on the bed. I will give you head, and when I have brought you to a cum, lay back, raise your legs and grasp your ankles. Then I will enter you …” I could feel the transformation coming. “Understand …”
He started as I transformed, hesitated a moment, then dropped to his knees and took my rigid rubber dildo in one hand and began to explore it with his lips and tongue. His instinct, or perhaps experience with Connor and others, took over and he gave my rigid dildo cock some of the best attention I’d experienced. My glans was a real mouthful for him, but he managed it, clearly enjoying what he was doing, and savouring my lubricating pre-issue. With his free hand he played with my large rubber scrotum—a pleasant sensation for me—and explored my rubber perineum and my opening, gradually working to the first of my dry orgasms.”
“He is ready, my Eon.” The Master said in my head. “I will give him the first dose of your special cum …”
Moving my rubber hands, I gripped Niall’s hooded head as my scrotum tightened, and I shuddered in the grip of my release. Niall gagged briefly, then began to suck and swallow as pulse after pulse of my latex-like cum filled his mouth and throat.
When it stopped, I gently moved his head, signalling he should stand, and when he did, managed to embrace him and kiss him on the mouth, inserting my tentacle tongue to tease his.
“Thank you, Eon …” he sighed., then moved to the bed and offered his erection for my enjoyment.
Despite his practically pouring precum as I took him in my rubber oral sleeve, it took a while for him to cum. In my head the Master teased, telling me he wanted Niall to have the best I could give him. My lovely bi nephew got it, and his eventual ejaculation left him trembling and near fainting.
Without prompting, he repositioned himself, raising his legs and gripping his ankles so as to raise his butt and present it for my entry. His rubber framed delicate pink ‘flower’ glistened with lubricant he'd applied himself in preparation as I guided my big shiny dildo cock to it. Gently allowing my urethral opening to ‘kiss’ the tightly clenched muscle, releasing a relaxant fluid my Master has provided for me to avoid damage to my users as I enter them.
It worked on Niall, and my enlarge helmet slowly stretched his muscle as he bit his lip until the widest part of it slipped inside him and his muscle tightened round my shaft.
“Oh … fuck …” he gasped sucking a huge breath. “You’re … huge …” A smile flashed as I paused. “But it feels … fantastic …”
I took it slowly, making sure he was not hurting and not strained—as I do for all my users, most of whom take only my head and fuck themselves sitting astride me. As a result this was a long coupling, and when the master caused me to release my cum, I’d had several ‘dry’ orgasms and Niall likewise.
Once I’d filled him with my latex seed, I withdrew, made him comfortable on the bed and summoned Owain. Once Owain was there, I used the portal to join the others on our nightly duty spreading rubber fetish and lust …
A half hour before sunrise I returned through the portal to the room. Owain was busy releasing Niall as I arrived. He smiled briefly.
“See you both at breakfast shortly,” he greeted me and left quietly.
Niall smiled and wrapped his arms round me for a kiss. The front of his rubber suit was slick with his own cum, and he chuckled.
“You should have warned me about the wet dreams, Eon …” Dropping to his knees he grasped my dildo penis and began to give me head.
Having released a fresh dose of my latex cum into his mouth, I raised him gently.
“Place me on the bed, Niall, then straddle me and take me into your manhole and fuck yourself.”
Kissing me again, he placed me on the bed and mounted himself on my rigid rubber dildo.
“Ahhh,” he moaned as my ‘head’ entered him. “Oh … you’re big, Eon … but you feel soooooo good …”
