10. The Growing Twins
I found myself in a room I’d seen before, and recognised the young man in the over-tight latex suit that greeted me.
“Great. It is you,” he said, sounding relieved. “I wasn’t sure I’d got this right. I’m Ben and I need …”
“I remember. You are alone tonight?” I took in the locks on the suit's zip, and the fact his ankles and wrists were linked by chains.
“Yes. Yes …” Taking my hand, he hesitated. “Are you … I mean … you look as if …”
“I am living rubber, Master Ben. My purpose is to provide those who want it, sexual pleasure. You summoned me, how may I serve you?”
“Living …” Hesitating again, he stared at me. “I’d like to … Can you … I mean.”
“Yes, Master Ben, I understand.” The scent of his desire would have been overwhelming in my human form, as it was he was radiating his sexual need. Softly I asked, “How would you like to make love with me?”
“Oh god …” he gulped. “I don’t know … can you take the lead … I’m a sub … my partners usually dominate me … but he is angry with me and I haven’t … They've locked me into this suit and I ... when thy get back they plan ...” He swallowed. "They say they're bring some friends and will gang-bang me."
“Then let me take you to your bed, Master Ben, and I will give you pleasure …” In my head, the Master said, "Give him pleasure, my Eon. I will save him."
The room was furnished as a living room, there was no bed or sofa. After a moment’s hesitation, he said, “My bed … can’t we do it here?”
“Is this where your partners enjoyed you?”
“Sometimes. Depends … Tonight they’re all at a party. They left me here because I don’t like getting forced to drink and be fucked by anyone they give me too …” Brightening, he smiled. “Okay, my room is this way.”
It was hardly a ‘room’, more an old walk-in closet. The bed occupied one entire wall and half the floor area. Even the door opened out into the passage. This was evidently what he called ‘home’, the walls covered in photos of him with laughing family and other guys in sports or swimming gear.
In my head the Master bade me make love to this Ben. “Show him affection, my Eon. Show him love and I will reward him.”
Laying him on the bed I started slowly, kissing and fondling him and letting him explore my rubber body. There was plenty of time. I knew the Master would not allow us to be interrupted or disturbed. Ben gave me head, his mouth well trained as he administered to my rubber erection. Assured I could feel and enjoy his ministrations he submitted to my fucking him, and eventually gave me a wonderful fuck.
Eventually he fell asleep and I quietly withdrew as the cuffs and chains fell from his wrists and legs.
“Go, my Eon, his tormentors will not return for a while yet.He will not be disturbed, my Eon, and soon he will wake soon and know he must leave here before they do.”
Eric had settled into our household, sharing the top floor with Owain and a bed with him. Glynn and Glenda’s twins were growing fast, now a little over ten years of age, it was becoming clear that Connor, the younger, was following the same path I had— though with more contact with me and Rob. It all compensated for the death of Grandad Ruarig and the departure of Ty. His twin brother had been bed bound for a long time and one morning we returned from our assignments to find Ty waiting.
For some time now Ty had been assigned only to old and familiar users. Many of them contemporaries and none of them the more active users. He tended to be home long before either Rob or myself and had explained that the Master was rewarding him by sending him only to men who needed companionship or relief.
“Time for me to say good bye, guys.” Smiling rather sadly, he explained, “Ruarig went last night, and the Master has released me. I’m free to go. It’s been fun, especially with you guys for company, but I have to admit that having a teenage libido for over sixty years …” The laugh was musical. “And with your successor growing well, Eon, it is time for my release.”
“We’re going to miss you, Ty.” Rob hugged him. “You taught me everything, especially how to cope with … being what we are.”
“Yes, I did, and you taught Eon.” He returned my hug. “Both of you have done well, and now Eon must train and teach Connor.” Kissing me, he added, “and I know he’s in good hands.” Taking us both by the hand, he laughed. “Come on, breakfast will spoil and that’ll upset Owain and Eric. I’m being fetched after our showers and your father will take me to Ruarig.”
“What will you do after that?” I asked.
“Good question, Eon. It’s a one way trip for me, but I’m looking forward to it. It’s been fun, but I’m tired. Time to see what the next life brings. Who knows? I might even get to meet our Master!” Smiling, he added, “The Master offered to release me when your successor was born, Eon, and allow me to join Ruahrig, but I opted to remain here. I have no regrets.”
Breakfast was a rather sombre meal after that, and Rob and I saw Tynan off with my father rather tearfully. The house seemed rather empty all of a sudden and all of us were subdued.
It was even sadder to learn from my father, three weeks later, that Ty had died at his brother’s graveside, smiling, and would be buried in the same plot in a few days. The Master sympathised, and assured me that our ending was made smooth in reward for our service. Rob, having been through this with Ty’s predecessor, got over the sadness a lot faster than I or the others managed, but with Eric now fully part of our ‘team’ and working as an agent for Rob’s books and my painting, the routine continued.
Stepping out of the car, I grinned as my twin nephews threw themselves at me. Now almost eleven they were identical in facial appearance, but Connor had the same ‘defined’ physique I’d had at that age. To my heightened senses he already had a latex scent, whereas his brother gave off a scent that told me he was edging into puberty.
“Take it easy, boys,” I managed hugging one in each arm. “I bruise when I’m in this shape.” This made them laugh, and Niall did a ‘wolf howl’ in response.
Between Glenda, Glynn and myself we’d agreed on a ‘story’ for the boys that I was a werewolf during the full moon as a reason I never stayed overnight at the farm. It made a good story, since kids being kids, we knew they’d let something about their unusual uncle slip, so make it something no one would believe.
“Eon, good to see you.” Glynn stepped off the porch and moved closer. “Boys, let Uncle Eon say hi before you drag him off to that den of yours.”
“Looking good, Glynn.” Embracing him, I smiled as Glenda stepped out, smiling. “You look more gorgeous every time, Sis.”
“Flatterer,” she retorted returning my kiss. “How are the gang getting on?”
“As ever. Rob keeps us in line, and Owain is glad of Eric’s help. Eric’s trying to finish his course and act as our agent getting commissions for Rob and I.” My nephews grabbed my hands. “Be with you in a second, boys. Oh. Connor, there’s a parcel on the seat for your Dad, and Niall, there’s a bag in the boot for your Mum.”
When they’d run off to fetch these, I said, “The parcel for you is the, um, jocks Connor will need in a few more months I think. I’ll leave it to you to decide when he needs them and explain the need to him.”
“I think he needs them already! I never did figure out how it worked for you,” Glynn replied. He grinned, glancing to where Glenda was dealing with the large bag Niall had retrieved for her. “I snuck a try of your spare once. Couldn’t get a hard on for about three days after …”
“I expect that had you worried.” I laughed.
“Worried? I damn near went crazy! The first hard-on I got was the hardest I’d ever had …” He stopped as Connor joined us and presented him with the package. “Thanks, Con. You and Niall better show Eon your den now.”
“Good idea.” Catching them by the hands I laughed. “You and I need a chat about a few things before I head back … Now, you two, show me this den!”
The pair were enthusiastic as they lead me to the wide spreading tree in the yard I remembered so well.
“We built a tree fort, Eon.” Niall announced. “Dad says it was your favourite place to hide when you were having a bad spell.”
“It was.” The reminder brought back memories alright, of days hiding in the branches with a monumental hard-on I couldn’t hide, and wasn’t sure what to do with, or nursing a ‘hurt’ after yet another reminder that I was ‘different’ to all the other boys at school. “So what do you guys need a tree fort for?”
Connor looked evasive. “Niall … um, sometimes I get … it’s sort of embarrassing …”
“Embarrassing?” Damn, the kid was obviously well into puberty already. I’d brought the control jocks he needed just in time. “Has your Dad explained … the story of Falstaff and … me, Uncle Rob and old Uncle Tynan?”
“Yeah,” Niall play punched his brother. “I keep telling Con it’s okay. I don’t mind if he’s … Lucky devil, wish mine was like that.”
Hugging them both, I kissed the tops of their heads. “Be careful what you wish for, Niall. Con, it’s a sign you’re growing. If your Dad’s told you about Falstaff, then you at least know what to expect. Grandad never told me, so it came as a bit of a shock.” Looking round the platform they’d constructed for their tree den, I grinned. “This is a great treehouse, guys. Wish I’d thought of it—and Con, don’t worry, when you’re old enough I’ll guide you through it. In the meantime, enjoy yourself, have fun, and be yourself—it’ll all fall into place. I’ve given your Dad some underwear that will help control your man bit, and Niall will help, I’m sure.”
From the glance they exchanged, I guessed Niall was already ‘helping’ his twin, but didn’t push it.
