17. Facing Qwedokoloshe
Angela admired the finished paintings, her head tilted to one side, and smiled. Dressed in her usual leggings and smart calf-length boots with heels she really didn’t need to make her taller, with a big baggy jumper and scarf, she presented a picture of elegance, every movement graceful.
“You’re damned good, Eon, and I know, that’s being pretty insulting even saying it.” Turning she put her arms round me and hugged me. “It’s perfect. Niall’s going to love it.”
“I hope so, my dear.” Laughing I added, “And I’m not insulted. Praise is always welcome, especially as I rarely meet the people who commission work from me.”
“Maybe you should. This is absolutely ‘Master’ quality and so is the 'public' portrait of us.” Taking my hand she grinned. “But then, as I’ve discovered, all three of you are amazing people. Is it because of what you are?”
“Probably.” It was my turn to laugh. “We certainly see ‘life’ from a different perspective. Um, just a question … are you also bound to the night?”
“No, I’m not.” She stared at the view from my windows. “The Master has given me the ability to be rubber for Niall—or for you, Rob or Connor—when he needs it. He may also require me to become a doll when he needs to send someone to a lesbian who needs me, but mainly it’s for Niall.”
“Does Niall know?” Thinking back, a thought came to me. “Can Niall …?”
“Yes!” Her laugh was hearty. “When I need it … Surprised him the first time! He wasn’t expecting it.” The naughty look was back. “We’re bound to each other by it, and he loves it.”
The painting had progressed well, though it had needed Angela to do several more ‘sittings’ for it. I was pleased with the result, and so, I learned, was our Master. His ‘reward’ to me took a very unusual form. Instead of my portal taking me to a user, I found myself lumbering into the chamber in which he was confined. Recognising it from the detailed sketches in Falstaff’s journal, I looked round for the Master.
“Welcome, my Eon. You fulfil your role as the offering of your family well. Like your forebear, Falstaff, you have, embraced my service, and done so without the preparation afforded your predecessors and successor. Your care for Connor, his brother, and now for Angela, marks you as a true successor to Falstaff, so I have brought you here in order for you to meet me in my prison.”
The voice filled the chamber as torches flared in the still, dry, air and lit the intricately decorated walls, and the tall human figure now standing before me. Taller than myself by at least a foot, he was exactly as Falstaff described and drew. His body was human, the musculature chiseled on the broad chest and stomach. Like me, his ‘skin’ gleamed in the torchlight, the black latex reflecting the light. The head and face were not human, it was that of an African buffalo, and at his crotch the huge ‘hod’ of his scrotum was that of a bull. His erection stood stiff and proud, like mine, the half foreskin drawn back to expose the large and well formed ‘head’.
“Does my appearance not alarm you?”
Automatically I knelt.
“I am here, Master. Enjoy your servant for your pleasure, Master. Seeing you does not frighten me. How may I serve you tonight?”
“You are like your ancestor, my Eon. He too offered himself willingly.” Moving closer to me, he offered that huge penis to my lips. “What do you want, my servant? You may choose.”
“To pleasure you, Master.” Kissing his offered glans, I took the whole of that gorgeous head into my mouth and he gripped my head in his hands.
“You shall, my Eon, and I will reward you, and enhance you.” Sighing—a strange sound coming from a head like his. “I was not always as you see me. Now, locked in this body, I must remain in this form. I cannot leave this chamber, but I can summon and send back those who willingly agree to be my servants in the world outside this pyramid.”
As he spoke I used my mouth and tongue to stimulate his huge member, aware that it was releasing small quantities of thick syrup.
“I have many followers in the world, but only you and your companions—the successors of Falstaff—serve me in this way. You are my means of escape from here for brief moments. You are my living presence in the world …” His hands gripped my head and held me as he thrust, and his rush of thick ‘cum’ filled me.
I felt the thick syrup slide down the long rubber passage that is my throat, and then a second larger pulse filled me again.
“Thank you, my Eon,” he boomed, easing his magnificent head from my mouth. “You are truly Falstaff’s successor.” Raising me to my feet, he lowered his huge buffalo face to mine and drew me into a tight embrace. “Tonight I will mate with you. Fill you with my seed as I did with your forebear. In future when you mate with a man I choose to plant my seed within—he shall become another of my emissaries …” Opening his mouth, he extended his huge tongue and licked my mouth and face. “Now come, I will show you the meaning of these images and the glyphs.” Turning me around he inserted his huge penis between my thighs, and suddenly I was bound by a set of harness to his body. Then he stood, and I was lifted off my feet, sitting astride that huge cock, my rubber scrotum thrust forward as it lay on top of his shaft. “Yes, my Eon, we are bound, as we were from the moment you gave your acceptance of Flastaff’s pact. And tonight we complete that acceptance when we mate.”
The tour of the murals and the statues around the octagonal chamber took a while. Stopping before a panel which showed the Master impregnating a doll figure. He explained as he moved from pictograms to pictogram. The impregnation was followed by one showing him tending what appeared to be an inflated figure, then the figure apparently shedding it’s skin, and finally presenting the now limp ‘skin’ to a normal male figure.
“You are the fourth of Falstaff’s successors to be brought here, all of you chosen because you embraced this fate without preparation. Through them I was able to create the means to attract and equip a priesthood. Tonight we will create a suit for a new priest—one who will take me to new lands.”
Then I found myself lowered to the stone floor and released.
“Now we will mate, my Eon.” A finger toyed with my nipples. “Choose how you wish to receive me …”
“Face to face, Master.” The mural figure had been bent over a trestle. My eyes on the Master’s huge erection and that massive scrotum, I met his gaze. “I wish to see your face as you impregnate and take your pleasure in me.”
“Then so be it, my Eon. Position yourself on my couch.”
Obediently I lay back on the reclined couch he had risen from on my arrival, spreading and raising my rubber legs. His powerful hands gripped my thighs as he moved to press his ‘helmet’ against my rubber opening.
“Ready, my little one? We will be joined for some time.” He chuckled. “It will be a very intense experience for you.”
“Yes, Master.” Smiling I felt my opening begin to stretch. “I am ready …”
The sensation of being stretched increased and my mouth formed a perfect O as he sank deeper. All rational thought ceased. My whole being focussed on the waves of pleasure emanating from that huge penis slowly sinking deeper and deeper into my latex body until his abdomen met my perineum. Gently he moved my rubber scrotum aside.
“It has been a long time since I last enjoyed a coupling, my Eon.” His ‘voice’ was soft and gentle. “You are a good partner …”
“You feel … good, Master.”
I was not really aware of much more than the intensity of the pleasure he induced in my latex body, nor was I aware of the passage of time, but then he began to ejaculate. It felt good, but strange. I was aware that my rubber body seemed to be swelling—inflating— and that he was cumming at intervals for a very long time.
Then, almost without moving, he withdrew, and I lay back on the couch.
“You will now return to Ruwenzori Place, my Eon. When you revert to your human form, you will be wearing a rubber suit. Owain will remove it for you.”
With that I was back in our own cellar, reclining in one of the recliners, and still’ inflated’. Shortly before dawn, my body, felling rather strange, returned to it’s normal shape, and then as I became flesh again, Owain arrived.
It didn’t take him long to get me out of the ‘suit’, but today I wasn’t just ravenously hungry, I was exhausted. He helped me up the stairs as the others arrived. No one asked about the suit or where I’d been though I could see Connor was curious. Unusually I slept in my private bedroom, and didn’t stir until lunchtime.
And the suit? Owain laid it on the bed beside me. It had all the detail my own latex body displays, including the penis sheath and the scrotal ‘pocket’. An opening at the anus was matched by the openings for the wearers nostrils and his mouth and tinted lenses for the eyes.
“Yes, my Eon, it is for one who will be my ambassador in places I cannot send you without aid.”
