19. The Master’s reward.
Niall and Angela had left in a great send-off, with my nephew still wearing the hood and now a pair of handcuffs as his wife-mistress drove them away. He’d confided that they were only going as far as the small cottage Ruarig had used as a place to go fishing, and which the family owned. Located deep in the hill country on a small lake, it was only a short distance as the crow flies, but about eight kilometres by road. It would be their first home. The other guests had all begun to drift away, leaving just Glynn, Glenda, Rob, Con and me and Angela’s parents on the patio as I led Ben away. Rob and Con had both disappeared each with a friend ahead of me, and I guessed they probably had the same intention as myself.
I could sense he wanted to ask a lot of questions as we walked to a good spot on the edge of the orchard I used to spend time at when I wanted to be alone with my teenage frustrations. Talking about his family as we walked, I learned that he was a cousin and that his father had been, like Niall, very definitely bisexual.
Reaching the spot I remembered, I suggested we sit on the grassy bank. The view of the hills, the sun still hovering a little above them, was as I remembered. Already the clouds were striking against the deepening blue of the sky, the light golden and a contrast to the rich greens and golds of the trees, the grass and the wild flowers.
“You said you hadn’t watched a sunset for quite a while?”
“I haven’t.” His scent, warm rubber, precum, arousal … were almost overwhelming my senses. “I told you, ‘Falstaff’s Affliction’ is more than just being Gay and oversexed. It’s part of the reason I don’t get to see the sunsets anymore—not like this, anyway.”
“You …?” He stared at me, then grinned. “Oh, you’re not going to tell me you turn into a werewolf are you? Niall and Connor used to tell everyone their uncle was a werewolf …”
“No, I’m not.” I laughed. “Let me ask you something …” Watching his face I paused, recalling the details. “When you were a student you shared a flat with a bunch of guys that used to demand sex from you and made you their sub. Remember? Often they went out to party leaving you in a rubber suit and restrained, and your ‘room’ was more or less a closet.”
“How ..?” Shocked, he stared at me.
“A couple of times they brought a living rubber doll and used it on you—and once you summoned it. Remember that?”
“I could never forget it … But, how did you know?”
“Do you remember the night they left you alone and went partying and you summoned the doll and it went to bed with you?”
“I’m not likely to forget that! It changed my life …” The sun was starting to touch the hills, flooding the sky with colour. “When I woke up, he was gone, but I knew exactly what I had to do. I couldn’t get out of the suit without help—they’d locked the zip—so I found a roll neck shirt, dressed, packed all my stuff into a rucksack and went home to my Dad.” He grinned. “It was quite a trip. I hitched lifts all the way, then changed colleges.” His hand found my thigh. “But how did you know?”
“Because the doll was me.” Turning, I put an arm round him. “That is Falstaff’s Affliction. It falls upon every second son in Falstaff’s direct descendants. That’s why I haven’t seen a sunset since I turned eighteen …” Watching the sky change, I said softly, “Tonight, I won’t change. The Master has given us this night to be human. Tomorrow I will be the doll for as long as I have been myself today—and I can choose who will have the use of me.” Drawing him to me, I kissed him on the mouth. After a moment’s hesitation, he responded and our tongues explored each other. “I choose you as my user for tomorrow.”
“Me ..?” Returning my hug, he whispered. “Thank you …”
My hands found his double flies and I released his beautiful manhood as the sun dipped below the hills. I could feel my body trying to change, and smiled as I applied myself to worshipping his precum drenched erection, savouring the delicious saltiness of his precum as I explored the shaft, his balls and the well shaped ‘head’ at its tip with my lips and my tongue.
“Enjoy him now, my Eon. Tomorrow he will wear the suit I have created for him, and I will ensure he gives you even greater pleasure …”
The three of us shared a room and a bed for the night, and woke before dawn, washed, then prepared ourselves. Standing naked before the window together to watch the sun rise. I’d seen Ben leave in the early evening and knew he would be at Ruwenzori Place when I arrived. Owain was travelling with him, and Eric was driving our car back with all our gear.
“Stand, my faithful servants, your rewards await you at Ruwenzori Place.” We all heard our Master’s voice in our minds. “Grasp each other’s manhood, and hold each other with your free hand.”
Obediently we gripped each other’s members, Connor, between Rob and myself, held ours and we held his and his waist. The first sliver of the sun appeared as we watched, our members still encased in the thin rubber ‘masks’ and tingling though still limp. The rising sun bathed us in its golden light and the ‘masks’ vanished. We chuckled as our released cocks stiffened, swelling and rising as they did so. Spontaneously we all ejaculated our cum arching out of the open window as we gasped. Then, with a shudder, we assumed our doll forms, three detailed shiny black latex dolls facing the rising sun and reflecting its golden light.
We staggered as we arrived in our cellar in Ruwenzori House, and Owain stepped forward to greet us a broad grin on his face.
“You’ve all got appointments. First in daylight too!” Waiting as we released each other, he continued, “Connor your portal is Bay 2 North wall, Rob, you’re in 3 next to him, and Eon, you’re in the North East angle bay.”
We lumbered our way across the to the alcoves he’d indicated, hearing our Master wishing us an enjoyable day. The alcoves in the corners of the cellar were rarely used by us, so I had no idea where it would take me, only that I would find Ben waiting once I entered it. The others reached their assigned alcoves and vanished before I reached mine, and then I found myself in my own private bedroom in Ruwenzori House.
It took me a moment to recognise it, and to recognise the rubber suited figure strapped over the padded trestle, his manhole presented for use and clearly well lubricated. Owain had clearly had his own instructions, because Ben was wearing the suit the Master had created from me. He was hooded over the suits own hood, and a tube gag filled his mouth. A notice propped against his leg read, ‘Eon, I have had Owain restrain me and prep me for your pleasure. This is my thanks for your help a few years ago. Fuck my mouth and my manhole as hard as you like. Like you I’m now bound to Qwedokoloshe and I want it.’
A note on the bed that I read with difficulty—it was hard to pick up with my rubber hands—was from Owain. ‘I have explained that you won’t be able to release him. Just ring for me and I will do it.’
Having reread the notice, I lumbered to Ben’s head. It was a ‘blind’ hood with no eyeholes, and he’d locked the collar … Gently I placed my rubber hands on either side of his face, and then bent so I could kiss the top of his rubber encased head.
“Ben, I will do as you wish, but remember I am under your command.” The flat monotone of my voice got a reaction from him. “I must do as you instruct me, I have limited autonomy. I will endeavour not to hurt you. Remember my penis is large and does not soften after orgasm.”
“Ig gno!” He managed through the gag, the drool dribbling from the open end. “Ig gnont.”
Carefully I moved to guide my thick cock into the opening, and my automatic responses took over as he accepted it. The tube was a tight fit for me, and rigid enough that he could not close his jaw. His drool plus the lubricant that I release meant my dildo penis entered easily, and he sucked greedily, his tongue busy.
“Enjoy, my Eon. Let him enjoy you as well. We will feed him some of your latex emission. He will serve us well, and will be rewarded.”
Ben was clearly enjoying my dildo, and I found myself enjoying regular orgasmic responses, though it concerned me that he might choke if I pushed too far or too deep. In my head the Master guided and encouraged me as I gently thrust and withdrew while enjoying his tongue teasing the parts of my penis it could access.
Gradually I felt myself building toward a release, but it still surprised me when my rubber scrotum tightened, and I felt the eruption of ejaculation. Ben choked briefly, then managed to clear his throat and sucked furiously apparently hoping for another. It was not to be. I slowly withdrew from his mouth and spent a few minutes caressing his head and face with my rubbery hands, then slowly lumbered to his beautifully prepared and presented butt.
The tight pucker of his opening twitched as my rubber fingers traced around it. Only the middle finger on my hands has much rigidity, and I used it to tease him, and test the opening. This drew some gargled moans from the open tube gag and I gently finger fucked him for a while, then withdrew the finger, drawing a protest. Carefully I pressed the rigid ‘head’ of my dildo penis against his pucker, slowly—I can’t really move fast—I pushed against the tight sphincter.
His muscle was tight, but well lubricated, and my own lubricant added to it. Slowly he stretched and my rubber glans entered, then I sank deeper. I took my time, making sure my entry stimulated his gland. He moaned, made snorting noises and writhed against the straps securing him to the trestle as I sank ever deeper into his warm, moist canal, stopping when my ten inch length was full inside him. For several minutes I remained still, letting him get used to the bulk of my huge dildo cock now buried in his anus.
Transferring my rubber hands to his shoulders, I used them to caress his skin, causing him to flex his back muscles. Gently I began to thrust, drawing animal moans in response. Taking my time, I slowly built the stimulation. Despite being rubber, the sensations in my dildo cock are amazing. Intense, concentrated, focussed even as they send waves of stimulation through my rubber body.
The animal noises increased as I sensed he was experiencing dry orgasms. He writhed, his moans becoming louder and I sensed he was about to experience the sort of monumental orgasm I and my fellow ‘dolls’ get.
“Yes, my Eon. He cannot ejaculate, his seed is reserved for your refreshment later.”
I felt my rubber scrotum tightening and my rubber testicles heaved.
“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Ben screamed as his body heaved with a multiple orgasm and my latex cum pulsed into him. When the scream stopped, he lay trembling, my dildo cock deep inside him while I remained immovable in the throes of my own orgasm. We remained like this for several minutes.
“Withdraw from him now, my Eon, and summon Owain to release him.”
Obediently I began to withdraw my rigid dildo, and Ben responded by tightening his sphincter in an effort to prevent our separation. My long dildo glistened with the mix of cum and lubricant as it emerged with a final pop from his butt and sprang to its usual forty-five degree angle. Moving to his hooded head, I inserted the head into his gag, and let him suck the final spurt of cum, then touched my dildo cock to his rubber covered cheeks.
Owain arrived promptly when I tugged the bell pull, and quickly released Ben, then, on my request, unlocked the gag and removed it and the lock on the hood collar. As he shut the door, I found Ben’s hand with my rubber hand and led him to the bed. With him on his back, I feasted on his cock, making sure to maximise his pleasure. This wasn’t difficult for me—it is what I do after all—and the Master prevented his achieving an ejaculation, instead he experienced multiple orgasms which made him gasp and whimper.
His cum, when the Master allowed it, was worth the effort on my part and I made sure I sucked him dry.
When he had recovered his breath, I worked my rubber self into position to lie next to him, then took his hand and had him grasp my dildo cock.
“Master Ben, please remove the hood you are wearing. I am here for your enjoyment, please use me as you wish to enjoy me.”
“If I take this off …” he began, then stopped. “You are really mine for the whole day?”
“Yes, Master, I am yours for the day.”
Releasing my dildo cock he released the collar on the hood, then unzipped it, and removed it. Turning on his side he studied me, a small smile on his face as his hand gripped my cock again.
“What would you like me to do with you?” He asked softly.
“Use me for your pleasure, Master.” I replied. “It pleases me to be used by a Master.”
In many ways what followed was similar too my ‘becoming’ at Rob’s hands, but with one key difference. Ben wasn’t rubber, and had to take a break between ejaculations or pause to prevent one. During one of the pauses, I sensed the Master in my head.
“Why are you giving me to him like this, Master?”
“I am preparing you both, my Eon. When he travels in future, he will take the suit with him. When I have need of you where he is, he will don the suit, and you will know, assume your rubber form, and join him.” The master paused. “In this way you will bring more to my service, and I will exercise my remedy on those who abuse you …”
I was still thinking about this as Ben stirred next to me and began to make love, his rubber suit emitting faint noises as he moved against my rubber body.
Several times Owain visited with a tray of food and drinks for Ben—I needed nothing—and Ben slept between bouts of lovemaking. He woke in my arms just after sunrise and my reverting to my human existence. For me, returning to my human state was a good feeling, especially waking up in the arms of a beautiful and happily rubber suited man. His erection demanded, and got, my attention, and I enjoyed the cum he fed me.
“Mmmm,” Ben moved onto his side as I transformed to my ‘human’ body. “You’re even more amazing than I remembered.” His kiss on my lips was tender. “Thank you for what you did back then, and for this—the most fantastic twenty-four hours …”
“It’s been a pleasure, Ben.” Returning his kiss, I grinned. “And that suit looks fantastic on you.” Briefly I wondered if he knew or suspect its origins. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” His hand found my semi-tumescent cock and gently gripped it. “It fits … like a second skin … and the Master says I will wear it whenever he requires my service—or when I want to be rubber.”
“The Master?” I asked. His massaging hand was giving me an erection and I could feel my rubber form approaching.
“Yes, my love. The same, Qwedokoloshe is now my Master as well.” His thumb found my frenulum and he laughed as I transformed. “Though I can only be as you are at the Master’s command, when he needs it, I am also bound to you by this suit. My task is to travel the world, to find men the Master wants to influence or to … change, and you will be the instrument.”
“Yes, my Eon. Wherever Ben is and wearing the suit we have created for him, you will be able to join him and plant my seed …” As I heard this, Ben was moving, straddling me, he guided my dildo cock into his opening, and with a grin impaled himself on me.
“Thank you, Eon,” he whispered as he began to fuck himself on my cock. “You saved me once—I was considering ending my life … but after … I knew I had to find a way to serve …” His rhythm on my cock felt better than ever. “I want to start my service with this memory …”
When he induced an orgasm in me, he shot his own creamy cum over my rubber torso, some strikingly face and lips.
“Thank you, master,” I rumbled. So I was now to be paired with Ben—and he could ‘summon’ me to where he was when the Master needed my doll form to ensnare or to reward …
For a while we remained in this position, then he lowered his face to mine, and kissed me on the mouth, before easing himself free and rolling onto the bed next to me. We lay side by side for a while, until I heard Eric go down to join Owain. Evidently Rob and Connor had also delayed.
I took him down to meet the others and enjoy the feast Owain and Eric had laid on for us.
