11. A visit from the Twins
The space I stepped into from the portal was decorated and fitted out as a dungeon. I’d been here before and knew what to expect. This was the ‘home’ of a secretive ‘club’ of influential men who favoured a rubber fetish and practiced a sadistic form of bondage initiation. Seated around the walls I could make out several hooded and masked rubber ‘masters’ with their ‘subs’ kneeling before them. Tonight it looked as if they intended to initiate some new ‘acolytes.’
A heavily built Dungeon Master greeted me, his head covered by a tight half-face hood, his chest bare except for a simple harness, and his legs covered by chaps framing a bulging codpiece I knew was mostly padding. Wide studded cuffs covered his forearms and he carried a riding crop. Three men were chained to the wall, naked except for the hoods covering their heads.
“Good, you’ve arrived.” He growled. Pointing to the middle figure, he ordered, “Bring that one over here.”
The man whimpered beneath his hood, evidently gagged, as I took his elbow. He started as my hand encircled his arm, and he stared into my blank rubber eyes. The chain released, I steered him to the position indicated. The Dungeon Master deftly secured him between two uprights by his wrists and ankles. On a table before him a complex chastity belt had been laid out, and the young man whimpered, his erection stiff and on display.
“This will deprive you of access to your cock and your balls until you’ve accepted your new position.” To me, he said, “Give him head. Make sure it is quick, but enjoyable. He won’t get any more for some time.”
I knew the routine, this guy was going to be wearing the belt for a few months, so I knelt and set to work to give him a dose of ‘head’ to remember. Clearly he was to be someone’s ‘Sub’ and this would be part of his initial training. He writhed and fought to resist my ministrations, but lost the battle and I sucked his rather generous cum until his member became soft and pliable.
The Dungeon Master fitted the chastity belt with practiced ease, the final click as the lock secured the shaped steel cover over the man’s imprisoned genitals brought applause from the watchers. The Dungeon Master released him as I lurched to fetch the second man and brought him to the same uprights, then repeated the same task. This guy held out a little longer, but not by much, and once he’d been removed, the third man got the treatment.
This guy had cum watching the others go through the process, but some thing told me that he was different. The first two had gone through the motions of resistance, but accepted it, this one was clearly not going to go quietly.
“No, my Eon, this one is unwilling, but must be brought to this. He has abused many and must now learn. He has caused much hurt to too many.”
As usual I obeyed the Master and made sure the man got a dose of head that he would never forget. Using my tentacle tongue I explored and stimulated his rather nice erection, and gave his scrotum special attention. His eventual cumshot, when I brought him to an ejaculation, was worth the effort on my part.
“Now, Reed,” the Dungeon Master growled next to the man’s hooded head. “We have a special belt for you. One that will give you the appearance of a woman …”
The guy began to struggle against the restraints and the watchers laughed. The first two men had been placed in stocks and their butt holes lubricated, and two men, clearly designated ‘masters’ were already in the process of teasing and stimulating them as the ‘Dungeon Master’ set to work fitting the chastity belt despite the garbled protests from beneath the hood.
The man, Reed, was sobbing in frustration, anger and fear as the lock was secured. His cock was now confined in a tube that held it folded down and back between his legs, and the metal and rubber lined ‘shield’ covering it did, indeed, give his crotch the appearance of a female.
“Get used to it, Boi.” The Dungeon Master checked everything. “You are going to have to serve everyone you abused until you earn release.”
There are always those who try to be clever. One of the most frequent ploys is to attempt to prevent our leaving the client’s control. It always fails, but always leaves us needing to be released from whatever the latest smartarse has done in his attempt to retain us. And this latest effort was worthy of a prize.
Rob’s dildo cock was fully in my man pussy, and he had a large dildo in his. To make sure he could not withdraw from me, and that the dildo stayed in him, we were secured to each other by a heavy double slave belt at the waist, at the ankles by cuffs and at the neck by linked collars. Then they encased my cock and balls in a wire chastity cage and put both of us inside a suspended steel double man cage.
We arrived through the portal and into Ruwenzori House cellar like this. Unbalanced we fell over, and had to wait, helpless, for Owain to arrive.
“At least we know that two of our clients are now occupying their own trap.” Rob said in his rubber monotone voice. “How they will free themselves is a good question.”
“True …” I laughed, in this form, a sort of huffing sound. “They had no companions present …”
“What was that crash?” Owain asked as he hurried into the cellar. “Oh fuck. Who …?” He tried to lift us. “I’ll have to get Eric.” He laughed. “Don’t go away now …”
As Owain hurried up the stairs, Rob said very quietly, “I don’t know how they will free us. The master’s opening of locks and releasing any restraints on us always means you, me or, in the past, Ty touching the lock …”
I knew what he meant. With both of us helpless like this, Owain and Eric might not be able to free us. As I thought this, they returned, lifted us and carefully suspended us from one of the heavy iron hooks in the vaulting.
“Damn,” Examined the fastening on the cage. “These locks are combination activated, and the locking tongues are tungsten and inaccessible for normal cutting. Somebody really planned this one.”
“Owain.” Rob’s monotone carried the Master’s deeper tone. “Hold Eon’s erection and remember your rubber form …”
“Hold …?” Owain hesitated, then grasped my caged erection. “Remember …” He shuddered and became his doll form.
“Now take Eric’s hand and let him operate the locks.”
“I don’t know …” Eric began, then stopped as Owain wrapped a rubber hand round his left. “Oh! Oh, I see … Yes, Master.”
There were four locks and Eric ‘knew’ the combination for each. Now Owain reverted to his flesh form and between them they helped us out of the now open cage—difficult at first since the dildo in Rob was part of the cage. It took another ten minutes to separate us and release me from the chastity cage.
“Remain in your rubber form, my Eon, my Rob. Reward your companions now …”
“The Master desires us to reward you.” Rob told them. “What is your desire?”
“Reward …?” Eric said, a smile slowly spreading on his face as he exchanged a glance with Owain. “Can we go upstairs? I’d love to have you give me head and fuck me …”
“Me too,” Owain laughed as Rob took his hand. “Ravish me, Rob!”
A few days later, the news broke. An almost rabid preacher who spent most of his time raging against Lesbians, Gays—everyone he regarded as ‘Satanic Deviants’— who had been constantly on television or in the press about how evil we were, had to be freed from a suspended cage in which he and his male ‘lover’ had become trapped.
Eric brought the newspaper home, bursting into the living room almost beside himself with laughter.
“They think I’m mad down at the newsagents!” Wiping his eyes, he succumbed to another burst of laughter. “The police found him. Broke the door down to get in after his staff reported he hadn’t been seen for more than twenty-four hours.” Tears streamed down his face as he slumped into an armchair shaking with laughter. “They couldn’t free him, so they called the fire service … and they had to use their hydraulic rescue and cutting equipment …”
“So I see.” Rob had the paper and was reading. “I thought I knew the bastard when he was enjoying us.” Passing the paper to me. “So-called ‘Chaplain’ to Collinswood College. Did you run into him, Eric?”
“You could say that.” Eric wiped his eyes again. “He was always looking for someone to fuck—wrapped up in a cloak of humbug about … his ministry to the lost. He was very, very persuasive and bloody good at getting you to compromise yourself. I wonder who his partner in the cage was, the report doesn’t say …”
“So he hit on you?” Rob’s question was quiet.
“Yeah, and I told him to go fuck himself.” Eric frowned and sat up. “That’s when it got nasty …” Standing, he made to head upstairs. “His attack dogs got on my case and I wound up in hospital. I hope his partner in the cage was one of them …”
Owain followed him upstairs and I turned to Rob.
“Seems the Master decided enough was enough.” I grinned. “I think I’d happily go into that cage again if it means a few more bastards like this getting exposed for what they are.”
“I’ll join you for it,” Rob replied, laughing. “Take look at the photos of the equipment and the ‘dungeon’ they’ve published—the cage we came back in is identical to the one our friend was found in.”
“I see the police are now interviewing a load of people in an address list they found on his computer.” Putting the paper aside I watched the wind moving the flowers in the garden. “The Master has had no mercy for this one—or his ‘friends’.”
It’s often surprising how rapidly time passes without you noticing—especially when it comes to youngsters growing up. Suddenly Niall and Connor were sixteen, and it was becoming very apparent that their futures lay down different paths. Niall was trying to be a real lady’s man, but it was almost a defiant attitude on his part. In fact, as he let slip on one of my visits, he was bi, and his efforts as a skirt chaser were largely to cover this. His lady conquests reached legendary proportions.
Connor was the opposite, his libido off the scale—as mine had been—but he did his best to hide it and his orientation. He made friends easily, but worked hard to not develop them. In fact, he worked hard to avoid letting others get close to him.
“Your Dad’s worried about you, chum.” Handing him a large Coke and the giant burger he’d asked for, I took a seat opposite. “Says you’re getting to be a recluse—you make friends and drive them away.”
“Yeah. Well … why get involved with anyone? I mean, I’m a fucking freak—yeah, I know, you are too—and Gay … There’s no point letting friends get any closer—some hate gays, I can’t talk to them about … and, anyway, I’m not going to be around much longer. I’m going to be like you and Rob … and …”
“And you think the rest of us haven’t been through this? It’s not a bad life. We have everything we need, and live well.” I laughed. “Most of the time, it’s very enjoyable, and we get a lot of time for ourselves—its only at night we’re busy. During the day we’re just like anyone else.”
“Yeah, but sundown to sun-up? Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five?”
“Not twenty-four-seven. On average about eight hours a day. But there’s a twist.” Chewing the bite of my own mega burger, I swallowed. “In summer, the nights are only a few hours of darkness.” Grinning, I added, “Course, the winter nights are longer and busier.” Watching him eat, I waited. “I know the dreams. And a lot of what you dream happening is actually a lot of fun and bloody enjoyable for us. Have you shared any of them with Niall?”
“Not lately!” He gulped his Coke. “Before we … sometimes I’d tell him about a dream, and he’d want to try out some of the things—like tying me up, or letting me suck him … But now … he’s always got a girl around …” Pausing he watched my face. “Are the things I dream about part of what you get to do?”
“Yes. As I said, a lot of fun in our—other—bodies.” Hesitating, I asked, “Do they excite you? Do you like the thought of having someone do stuff like that with you?”
“No, I mean, yes. Oh fuck it, I don’t know.” Emptying his glass, he frowned. “Look, all these dreams are ‘wet’, you know, I cum. I sleep naked now—got tired of having cum soaked pyjamas. Mum got me special sheets—I can just toss ‘em in the wash each morning and wipe down the rubber undersheet. Even when I’m awake all I think about is … Niall thinks its funny …” Playing with the remains of his burger, he stared at the table. “My duvet cover is also cum-proofed and the sheets …”
“I know, chum.” Leaning back in my chair I smiled. “Went through this myself. Look, you’re only just sixteen.” I held up my hand. “I know, legally you’re old enough to have sex, but believe me, you don’t want to start the full becoming process yet. It has it’s advantages, yes, but enjoy being who you are for now. Once you ‘become’ you don’t have the freedom you have now, that Niall will always have. I’ll talk to your Dad, maybe you can spend a couple of days with us at Ruwenzori Place. Eric and Owain could show you around … Maybe Niall would like a couple of days in the city.”
About to protest, he stopped. “When did you become …?”
“On my eighteenth birthday. It was a bit of a shock because my Dad, your grandfather, couldn’t bring himself to tell me—and didn’t want to involve Uncle Rob. Said he didn’t want to frighten me …” I grinned. “Rob had to come to the farm, show me what I was and help me through the change.” I grinned. “And the bonding process … We have to perform a sort of ritual.” Laughing, I added, “My first good fuck. The first I wanted to have anyway … Tied over the hay manger by my Dad and your father, and then fucked by Rob. That completes the bond and the bargain with Qwedokoloshe.”
“I have to be fucked in front of …?” A smile grew. “Sounds awesome. And Niall has to help tie me down and watch while you … ? Oh boy …” His laugh was wicked. “Pay back time … Awesome.”
“Yes.” I grinned. “You’ll be in your rubber form of course. And I can tell you, you’ll look like everyone’s wet dream like that.” Winking I added, “Your Dad came in his briefs watching me being fucked by Rob …”
His laugh told me that had touched his funny bone.
“Oh, and we sometimes play a little game when we are in the city. Ty used to call it ‘spreading the hard-on’. We have an interesting effect on any men if we accidentally make contact with them in a crowd.” Dumping our burger wrappings and the glasses in the rack at the door, I lead the way onto the street. “Want to see it?”
“Niall and Connor arrived last night, while you guys were out.” Owain held the dressing gown for me. “They’re here for a few days, Glynn said.”
“Where are they now?” Rob asked.
“I told them to wait in the living room with Eric.”
“So they’re joining us for breakfast? How did you drag them out of bed?” Making for the stairs to the first floor, I laughed. Niall was notorious for lingering in bed, and Connor lingering in the bathroom.
“Didn’t need to.” Owain laughed. “They were both up and getting underfoot in the kitchen an hour ago.”
Niall was the first to greet us as we arrived in the living room.
“Wow,” he exclaimed. “Looks like you’ve been busy.” Laughing, he tugged his brother’s arm. “What you expected, Con? Think you’ll look good in one of those robes?”
“Hi, Rob, Eon …” Connor scowled at his brother. “Better than you do!”
“No arguing, Guys.” Rob hugged Niall. “And no teasing either, Niall, Connor’s got enough to adjust to, and so do you.”
“What do you mean—I’ve got to adjust?”
“You know what I mean,” Rob replied smiling. “Now let me greet you properly and then I’m starving—and not for what you think!” Putting his arms round Connor he gave him a hug, then draped an arm over each their shoulders and steered them toward the dining room. “Hope you’re both hungry.”
Following them, I realised that not only was Connor now giving off a powerful scent of arousal and his usual rubbery smell, but Niall was as well. Then it hit me, of course, Niall was bisexual, and had a fetish for rubber. “Yes, my Eon. He could not share a womb with his brother, and not develop as one ‘between’. He will marry, and sire a successor, but he will always love men and rubber as well.”
“Help yourselves, guys. Eric’s done pancakes for everyone and we’ve eggs, bacon, toast, mushrooms … tuck in.” Owain grinned whipping loaded plates into place in front of Rob and I. Leaning close, he kissed my cheek. “Connor’s going to fit right in, and Niall … Eric’s besotted.”
Glancing at Niall, I grinned as I set to work. As always after a busy night—I’d been the centrepiece of a rubber bondage party—I was ravenous. Watching the twins expressions as they watched Rob and I eat our enormous breakfasts was amusing. I could see both of them were eager to ask a lot of questions, so eventually leaned back in my chair and invited conversation.
“Are you guys only rubber when it’s dark?” Niall asked eventually. Glancing at his brother, he looked serious. “I mean, Con, says he sometimes feels … when he’s randy …”
“Usually it’s only after sunset.” Rob answered, then he grinned. “But sometimes we can do it during the day accidentally. It’s why we usually wear the special jock brief we gave Connor when we go out.” Watching the twins, he asked, “Would you like to see?”
They gasped as he changed, becoming the gorgeous gleaming black rubber doll where he sat. As always, it triggered me to do the same.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck …” Niall gasped staring at us. Next to him, Connor bit his lip and flushed pink.
Rob and I concentrated and changed back. Immediately my sense of smell told me that both had spontaneously cum in their pants as they sat opposite, and I smiled.
“We need to get our heads down for some sleep now.” Standing, I tightened the girdle on my robe aware my erection hadn’t fully subsided. “Shall we go out for a walk at about half eleven and lunch at the Quayside?”
Rob agreed and the twins managed to mumble agreement, both remaining firmly seated, as we walked to the door. Shutting the door to Falstaff’s bedchamber Rob chuckled and said, “That was a bit naughty of us, but I couldn’t resist.”
“One of us had to.” Sprawling on the bed, I pulled a duvet over me. “Niall envies Connor, I think. He’s building a rubber fetish. I hope he finds a wife who’ll share it.”
“He will. The Master will see to it.” Rob joined me on the bed. “Niall’s lucky in a way. Get’s to enjoy both worlds.” Propping himself on one elbow he asked, “Do you wish you could be something other than Falstaff’s offering?”
“Sometimes.” Stretching, I grinned. “Then I remember my eighteenth birthday … and the fabulous introduction I got to my future.” I grinned as he grasped my cock and I went rubber. “No, I don’t want to be anything, or anyone, else. I like who and what I am.”
