18. A Wedding at Moon Pond Farm
The wedding was planned to be a small one. Just family and a few special guest, including the crew from Ruwenzori House. Connor was to be his twin’s Best Man, and we had a good laugh about this because the bride and groom were to be dressed in latex, and Connor as well.
“But …” Connor objected when told, “that’ll send me …”
“Good,” Niall teased him. “Then I can show off my twin in all his glory.”
“We could always ‘go rubber’ as well,” teased Rob. Watching Connor splutter as he tried to protest he didn’t mind showing himself in his doll form, he winked. “But it wouldn’t be fair on the happy couple. It’d completely steal the show. Don’t worry, Connor, we’ll get the Master to help us find a way for you to carry it off for your twin.”
We did. The Master provided us with three rather strange looking moulded genital sheaths. These were waiting for us when we returned from our nightly assignment on the morning of the wedding. I’d had a busy night of use, though not a hard one and was enjoying the pleasant surge of contentment I always get when I have been fucked orally and anally multiple times, and had my dildo cock enjoyed in between.
“These will prevent you from assuming the state of my servants for a single day. Once you have put them on they will lock and you will remain in your human form until they self-release.” The Master explained. “You must put them on on the morning of the wedding day. They will release at the same hour on the day following and you will immediately assume your rubber form until the following day.”
“Worth it,” Rob commented, studying the item with his name on it. “Last time I was able to stay for a wedding and the reception was before I ‘became’.” Frowning he paused. “Yup, must have been Cousin Rory’s wedding—he was my father’s and Ty’s first cousin.” Grinning, he continued, “Definitely worth having to be rubber for a full twenty-four after.”
“This thing looks pretty restrictive.” Examining mine I noted that it was leathery, very elastic and tailored as a sort of ‘skin’ to be worn over our genitals rather like a personalised condom. “I agree though, Rob, worth it to be able to take part in the wedding and celebrate it. What do you think, Connor? I suspect the payback of being rubber for the full day after release will be … busy.”
“I’m up for it,” Connor laughed. “I just hope I get some thorough using after …” He stared at his own, frowning slightly. “What I can’t see is how put these on if we’re not … I mean, if I’m soft … well, I know I can’t get my man bit into anything tight when I’m not …”
“Well spotted, Con.” Rob laughed. “I think we have to go rubber, and Owain will have to fit them on us. I remember Ty saying something about these. Once we get them on, we’ll revert to our human state—for a full day.”
Rob was right, Owain had to fit these strange genital covers to us. In our rubber form our hands simply couldn’t do it. With Eric’s help he slipped the penis sheath onto my dildo cock, then carefully drew it down and managed to fit my rubber scrotum into the shaped pouch Eric held open to receive them. As they turned their attention to Connor I reverted to my fresh and blood with a shudder, and my erection collapsed. It felt very strange. I watched as first Connor and then Rob were fitted, and returned to their human state.
Then we could dress for the drive to Moon Pond Farm. Once there we planned to change into our wedding outfits, chosen by Angela.
Moon Pond House had been decorated, and the patio prepared for the reception. The barn had been cleared and thoroughly cleaned, and decorated as the site for the actual ceremony, and I was amused to see that the trestle over which Connor had been offered and sealed, had been repurposed as a ‘bench’ for the bride and groom. Connor spotted it as well as we strolled in, resplendent in our ‘formal’ rubber wedding clothes.
“I wonder who is going to be fucking who over it later,” he managed out of the side of his mouth. “Hi, Niall—and before you ask, I have got the rings in my pouch.” He laughed as my brother approached. “Hi, Dad. Damn you look sexy in latex!”
“Cheeky, as always, Connor.” Glynn returned my hug of greeting and hugged his son. “Rob, great to see you, and even better that you’re all able to be here overnight. Dad’s in the living room with Angela’s mum and Glenda.” His grin lit up his face. “We even managed to persuade him to wear rubber trousers and a matching jacket. Angela’s a pretty persuasive lady when she’s set her mind to something!”
Rob and I laughed as we walked with him toward the house. We had realised in the months leading up to this wedding that Angela was very much the leader in the relationship. We didn’t share with Glynn the suspicion that Qwedokoloshe had placed his mark on her as well, and may well be influencing other people through her.
“Must be to get Gareth into rubber!” Rob replied, laughing. “He’s never really been comfortable with my—and Eon’s—acceptance of our servitude under Falstaff’s bargain.”
“Angela’s the best thing that could have happened to Niall,” Glynn stated. “And for the family. Glenda loves her, and the pair of them … What can I say?”
“Great, you guys have arrived!” Glenda embraced both of us, her red, brown and green latex wedding outfit setting off her figure perfectly. She still had the figure she’d had when Glynn was courting her. “Let me introduce Birgit, Angela’s mother.”
She led us to the tall woman chatting to my father. Like Glenda she was dressed in a ‘sensible’ dress tailored to her figure that would have been stunning in any material, and was astounding in the green white and gold latex it was made from. It was easy to see where Angela’s russet hair and sapphire blue eyes came from!
“Ah, the mysterious ‘uncles’ Niall whisks Angela off to visit.” The smile was warm, and reminded me of Angela’s teasing smile as I’d painted her. “Good to meet you at last.” Her embrace was warm—and the latex dress really showed off her figure. “They’re obviously looking after you, Connor.”
“We try,” Rob retorted. His research had turned up the fact that Birgit was in fact distantly related to us. “Good to meet you, Birgit. We love Angela, she’s exactly what Niall needs to keep him in line.” Stepping aside to greet his brother, he added, “Fabulous dress! Not everyone can wear rubber and look comfortable in it.”
“Thank you!” Glancing at Glenda, Birgit laughed. “As it happens Charles and I met at a rubber party. We both enjoy it when the chance offers.”
The arrival of the wedding registrar interrupted further conversation, but gave me the chance to greet my Dad properly and compliment him on his entering the spirit of the thing by wearing rubber with the rest of us. He rarely visited Ruwenzori Place and never stayed the night despite our invitations. He looked his age, and I was rather shocked to see he was now looking and moving like an old man.
“I’m too old for this sort of thing, Eon,” he retorted, returning my hug with warmth and a wry smile. “But I’m not a spoilsport—an old fool, but not a spoilsport, I hope.” Giving me an extra hug, he chuckled. “Though I will admit I should have tried it years ago when you were developing. I might have got Rob to help you earlier …”
“Nothing to apologise for, Dad.” Putting my arm around him, I gave him a hug. “I’ve no regrets and you shouldn’t have either. I enjoy being what I am most of the time—it certainly has its funny moments.” Seeing the others starting to make for the door, I linked my arm with his. “Come on, Dad, we need to take our places I think. Can’t spoil the bride’s entrance!”
The registrar was a big man, and clearly enjoyed being in the rubber outfit he’d chosen to wear. We followed Glenda, Rob and Birgit out to the barn to find that it was now filling up with more rubber clad couples and a few singles. It amused me to walk past a few that I recognised, but who clearly didn’t recognise me as the rubber doll man they so regularly fucked or had fucking them.
“Yes, my Eon, they will not recognise you, though you have played a large part in bringing them to my following.” The Master’s amusement was in his ‘voice’. “You may choose one to enjoy you when you revert to my service tomorrow. He will be your companion for the day and the night.”
We responded as the Registrar invited everyone to stand as the bride arrived with her father. She was stunning. The white latex wedding gown showed off her body to perfection. Instead of a ‘veil’ she wore a latex hood that left her mouth and chin open, her gorgeous hair arranged as a stunning ‘plume’ at it’s crown. Instead of a bouquet, she carried what looked like a rubber hood and heavy handcuffs in her hands. A stunning blonde in head to toe red latex walked behind her carrying a basket with more symbolic rubber items. Beside her, her father beamed as he walked to the Registrar’s table and grinned as she took Niall’s hand.
We all laughed as he said, not so softly, “Good luck, Niall, she’ll soon have you trained up!”
As he turned to take his seat, I recognised him. He was the nervous young man from my very first outing as a doll servant of Qwedokoloshe!
“Yes, my Eon. He has become a faithful follower and serves me well in his own manner.” The master’s voice paused. “There is another here you will remember. You spent a night alone with him … You will present him with the suit we made for him.”
The Registrar began his welcoming address, and I focussed on the proceedings. The Registrar was enjoying it and so were the assembled friends. Rob nudged me and whispered, “Look at Connor. He’s in his element, and I suspect Angela plans something unusual …”
“I bet.” Watching her and Niall as they sat before the Registrar on the trestle listening to and answering the Registrar’s legally required questions and making their responses, it struck me that her family and ours shared more than our genes now.
The procedure reached the declarations and we watched as Connor provided the rings, then as Niall put one on Angela’s finger and she reciprocated. With the official forms signed, the pair stood and faced us as the Registrar said, “Traditionally, at this point, the bride removes her veil.” He paused. “Angela and Niall want to do it a little differently.”
Niall grinned, glancing at Angela, he nodded.
“Angela is now officially my wife, and I am her husband-sub. As a token of our relationship, my wife will now fit a hood to me and secure it.” Turning to face her, he dropped to one knee. “Thank you, my darling, for taking me as your partner.”
Smiling, Angela took a heavy rubber hood from the basket her Maid of Honour carried and fitted it to Niall’s head. With it zipped and the collar secured, she fitted a small lock to the buckle, then raised him to his feet and they kissed with rather more passion than chastity while everyone applauded.
As they retired I spotted the chap I knew as Ben. Yes, he was the man I wanted to have enjoy me on the morrow.
Glenda had excelled herself. The reception spread was beautifully prepared and presented and Glynn had laid on champagne and a good selection of drinks and other refreshments. Juggling a loaded plate—we’d not had time for our usual breakfast—and a glass of champagne, I worked my way round the guests, eventually fetching up next to Ben.
“You must be Glynn’s brother, I do some work for the farm holding company from time to time.” he opened with a smile. “There’s a sort of family resemblance—you all have fabulous bodies.”
“Thanks! And a couple of other bits …” Grinning, I replied, “At least Glynn can claim his is from hard work, mine’s just down to genes or something. And you guessed right, I’m Eon, Glynn’s younger brother.”
“So he told me.” Pausing he smiled. “Don’t knock it, I’ve got to put in a lot of time in the gym to keep in trim.” Sipping the champagne, he tried again. “Glynn tells me you’re an artist.”
“Yes. I sell a few paintings from time to time. What do you do?”
“Me? I’m a technician for the company that supplies and maintains the farm machines.” He laughed. “I don’t actually work on them, my engineering speciality is specification so I match what a client wants with what we can provide.”
“Sounds like interesting.” Gesturing at his outfit—close fitting rubber jeans, with a formal shirt and a casually tied tie under a smart lined latex jacket. “Nice jeans and I like the jacket. What drew you to rubber gear? From your outfit this isn’t just for the occasion.”
“Spotted. You’ve got me there!” Laughing, he continued, “Don’t really know. It started as a kid. Found a pair of rubber shorts among some stuff in the loft—too big for me, of course—and started wearing them at night when everyone else went to bed.” Pausing he frowned. “You know, you remind me of someone … Did you know someone called Tynan? Quite a bit older than either of us—he used to visit my Dad.”
“He was my great-uncle if it’s who I think you mean. Rob’s uncle—Rob’s my Dad’s brother.”
“Well I’m damned.” He laughed again. “Are you …? I mean, Dad used to say that Tynan suffered from what he called Falstaff’s affliction. Never understood what he meant by it, unless it was about being, you know, Gay and sexy as hell.” Taking a drink he grinned. “In which case welcome to the club—in case you’re wondering, I’m Gay, a rubberist, and probably oversexed. My late partner thought so anyway.”
“Falstaff’s affliction?” It was my turn to laugh. I could smell his arousal and in my head I heard the Master telling me that this was the man for whom the suit had been created. He was leaking precum. “Being ‘Gay’ is only a part of it. Trust me. I’m a ‘second son’ like Connor and Rob.” Glancing at the sky I said, “Want to walk with me? I want to watch the sunset. I haven’t had the chance to do it since … well, for a long time. And tonight’s is going to be a beauty I think.”
