12. The Succession Continues
The twins were waiting in the living room when Rob and I came downstairs dressed for a walk into the city. Typical teenagers, Connor was lounging in one of the armchairs, his bulge on display, while Niall explored the collection of CDs and DVDs in the racks.
“Ready to hit the city?” Rob asked. “We thought a walk through the market down to the Quayside and see what takes our fancy for lunch.” Studying Niall as he stood and faced us, he added, “Niall can talent spot the girls, and Connor can join us in eying up the guys.”
“Is Owain joining us? He and Eric said they had stuff to do.” Connor asked. “Eric said he’d find us at the Quayside when he’s done his shopping. Owain left a while ago.”
“Yes, he’ll have a table reserved for us in The Ship, I hope.” Pausing Rob grinned. “I hope you’re both wearing the jocks Owain should have given you. Don’t want any ‘accidents’ do we?”
Connor laughed. “I’m always wearing one these days, or I’d be in trouble … Niall is discovering what it’s like to know you should have a hard-on, but can’t …”
“Yes, I’m wearing it.” Niall frowned. “It feels like … my cock’s been removed. How the fuck do you guys …?” Niall blushed. “Are you wearing them?”
“Of course.” Laughing I gripped his shoulder as we walked to the door. “We find it a lot easier to put up with the handicap than to have to struggle to suppress it. You get used to being permanently randy—besides, we have a bit of fun because we affect other guys when we’re out and about. It’s amusing to see them trying to hide it.”
The walk did us all good, especially as the sun was out, the breeze fresh and the leaves turning gold, red and yellow as autumn advanced. As we walked Rob chatted to Niall while I joked with Connor, getting a feel for how he was developing and his interests.
Lunch at the Ship was fun. With six of us to serve our usual waiter called on a new guy to help. We made a lively group, with Rob keeping the younger guys in hand. With five of us very much ‘gay’ and two of us built like living examples of everyone’s favourite Greek ‘god’, the twins also showing off fabulous physiques and looking very attractive and then, Owain, we drew attention. The waiter, a good looking guy with a cheerful smile and a good sense of humour was the first to feel the influence we have on men. His assistant was next, and Rob rather mischievously made sure of it by ‘accidentally’ making contact with him.
“Whoa.” Connor gasped. Waiting until the embarrassed waiter was out of earshot, he asked, “Do you guys …?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Something in the pheromones we produce—but Rob was being a bit naughty there.”
“Bloody hell,” Niall cut in. “Damn, no wonder I’m always bloody randy around you guys.” Grinning, he added, “And I’m only half Gay.”
“In time you’ll have a similar effect, chum, but, for you, it’ll be strongest when you’re with exactly the right woman.” Rob smiled. “That’s what Gareth got wrong and your Dad got right. Gareth thought that, if he defied the Master’s selection, he could maybe change the deal. Instead he wound up divorced, with a lot of the wrong sort of attention and raising your Dad and Eon as a single parent.”
“I wondered …” I began then thought better of it.
“Wondered what?” Niall began and then stopped as Connor kicked him under the table. “Oh.” Frowning, he continued, “So … if I understand you … when I have the right girlfriend she’ll be dead keen on me?”
“Yes, and you will be on her.” Rob agreed. “Think of your parents. They’re a great team, aren't they? You’ll be just as happy. Be patient. It’ll all come together when the time’s right for you. In the meantime we have to get Connor ready for his becoming.”
“My …?” Connor grinned, punching his brother. “I hope it means I can get a couple of tricks over you for a change after that.”
The twins eighteenth birthday was quite an event. Glenda had excelled herself, laying on a fabulous spread for the boys the day before—a Saturday. Several cousins had been invited to celebrate, as had Owain and Eric. Rob and I obviously couldn’t be there, but we arrived the following day, when all the guests had left. Glynn and I had agreed on a way to deal with the bonding ceremony, and rather than use horse hobbles to secure Connor, I’d sent Glynn a set of wrist and ankle cuffs and chains, and a padded trestle for him to be secured too.
Thanks to Tynan’s research and translation of Falstaff’s own journal, we now understood why this was part of the ritual. Qwedokoloshe had sealed his bargain with our ancestor in this way. We’d also arranged that Connor and I would have complete privacy until Connor had become his rubber self and we presented ourselves for the acceptance.
“Sunset’s approaching,” Rob said as Glynn and Niall cleared the table after an early supper. “Time to get ready, Eon. And our latest offering.” Placing a hand on Owain’s shoulder, he grinned. “We’ll be in the barn. You two better come with me.” To Connor he said, “Enjoy yourself, Connor. I did, and I know Eon did. It’s a strange feeling the first time—but a fabulous one. Now give your Mum a kiss and go with Eon.”
Rob had brought with us some talisman so that our Master could transfer him to where he was required, and he and Owain now quietly left to do the necessary. Connor watched them leave, then walked to where his mother stood.
“Mum …” Connor hugged Glenda. “Thanks for … everything.”
“No love, thank you for being a fabulous son. And don’t forget, you’ll still be coming to visit.” Kissing him, she added, “And I know Eon and Rob will take good care of you.”
“Thanks, Mum,” Kissing her cheek Conner grinned. “At least your daily laundry job won’t be so heavy anymore …”
“Get on with you,” she retorted laughing as she slapped his butt.
Taking his hand I lead him to the guest room Glenda had assigned me. Closing the door, I smiled. “Well, Connor? Ready for this?”
“Not really,” His grin flashed. “What do I have to do?”
“Strip,” I replied starting to strip myself. “Completely. In a few minutes I’ll become my rubber doll form. Then I’ll tell you what you need to do.” I grinned. “It’s like having a really massive orgasmic cum. A really fabulous feeling.”
I could sense the sun setting as I put my clothes aside. Opposite me, as I turned to face him, my beautiful nephew stood naked. With his crotch suppressor now removed his magnificent penis reared erect, the ‘helmet’ glistening with precum. I smiled.
“In a moment I will change.” The shudder gripped me, and his eyes widened his mouth forming an O in surprise. “Yes, Connor, this is our form.” The ‘voice’ of our Master formed the rich echo in my own voice. “Are you ready?”
“R-e-e-eady?” He stammered. “Oh fuck—I’ll never be ready, but …”
“Come closer, Connor,” I said as softly as I could, struggling to make my monotone more loving. Obediently he took one step to close the space between us. Extending my rubber finger in the same manner Rob had done to me almost nineteen years ago, I touched Connor’s rigid cock right at the leaking opening. “Welcome to your future, nephew …”
“Oh …” Connor sucked a deep breath and the shudder made him stagger slightly. “… fuck.” He stared at his rubber hands, discovering as I had, that his arms now lacked the rigidity to do much and raising them above his waist difficult. “Awesome …” Pausing he stared at me. “I’m … not … breathing …”
“We don’t in this form. We are rubber dolls. Toys, for our users.”
“How …?” For a moment he remained still, then he asked, “What … now?”
“Kneel before me, Connor. Put your hands on my hips and give me head. Let our bonding begin.”
Smiling, he obeyed, his mouth automatically forming a ring as he steadied himself with his hands on my hips. Holding my dildo penis, I guided it into his mouth and then gripped his head, and fucked his eager rubber mouth. For a few seconds he resisted, then he synchronised his movements with mine and gave himself completely to my thrusting cock. I felt the cum building in my rubber balls, my hod slapping his rubber chin until with an unbelievable burst of sensation, my cum erupted.
“Swallow it all, Connor. Drink it all so you can fully become …” I sighed as his tentacle tongue wrapped itself around my rubber cock, holding me firmly in his mouth.
When he’d stopped sucking, I gently lifted him to his feet and gave him a long and loving kiss which he reciprocated. Seating him carefully I knelt and gave him head, and when he came, with a long drawn moan, I sucked his cum down, then kissed him again.
“Now, beautiful nephew, we must go to the barn and complete your bonding as my successor.”
Putting his arms round my waist, he kissed me. “Take me to it, uncle. You were right. Being a rubber doll is crazy. As if I’m … jelly. It feels good … I am ready to begin being what I am …”
Taking his hand, I lead him out of the house and we lurch-walked to the barn, my arm round his waist to steady him. He struggled a bit to get his rubber legs under control, but we arrived at the barn where his brother waited, the tent in his pants suggesting he was turned on by the sight of us. Glynn smiled a little sadly as we approached.
“Connor, my son, you look … magnificent.”
“Thanks, Dad.” His arm round my waist, Connor giggled, a strange purring sound. “It feels … different. I’m randy as hell—more than I was in my normal form.” Waving his free arm so it whipped, he laughed. “And I’m so flexible … What do you think, Niall? Do I make a good doll?”
“Like Dad said …” Niall swallowed hard his erection obvious even in his loose shorts, the cloth showing a spreading damp patch. “What’s it like, Con. Is it like … a rubber suit or something?”
“No, it’s not like a suit. I’m rubber. Inside and out. Like Eon. A doll …”
“Stop teasing your brother, Con,” I hugged his waist. “We must complete your bonding. Glynn, do you offer your second son, Connor, to serve according to Falstaff’s pact?”
“Offer?” Glynn hesitated, looking at the rubber figure of his son. He nodded, “Yes, I offer my second son, Connor, in fulfilment of Falstaff’s pact.” Kissing Connor, he asked, “What now?”
“I must impregnate him and bind him to our Master as my successor. You and Niall must fasten him and watch as I … impregnate him.”
Glynn nodded and signalled Connor to where the trestle waited for him then secured the cuffs at his ankles. Niall fitted the cuffs to his brother’s wrists, then kissed his brother firmly on the mouth.
“Con, no matter what, I’ll always love you.” Niall said, softly. Sucking a deep breath he added, “Shit, you look fantastic, and you smell so sexy …”
“Love you too, big guy.” Con chuckled, the sound like gentle huffing, bumping the ‘tent’ at his brother’s crotch with his forehead. “And any time you want me to deal with that … you know where I’ll be.” He wriggled as I entered his anal opening. “Oh wow! Now that feels fantastic! Nothing like … just fantastic … You’re stretching me and it feels … good …”
“We will soon be bound, Con,” I said, the Master’s deep melodious tone dominating mine as I sank my rubber cock fully into my nephew’s rubber butt. “You have become, my newest servant. My Connor, welcome to our company.”
At his head the damp patch began to spread on Niall’s tented shorts. Connor grinned and managed to touch his brother’s damp patch with his long tentacle tongue. In his butt my dildo cock trembled and my latex-like cum flooded him, each thrust releasing a fresh burst as he thrust against me.
Beneath me, Connor laughed again. “I am yours, Master …”
