20. A Pact Fulfilled.
The wedding had reminded me of the fact my father was now an ‘old’ man. It wasn’t lost on Rob either. Dad was now just over 80 which meant Rob was only a year younger. That he looked, in his human form, not a day over 50 was a bit of a shock when I saw them both together. It reminded me that it would not be long before Rob made his good byes since we are, in fact, linked to our siblings in ageing and I am only 19 years younger than Rob.
At Angela’s suggestion we arranged to get a ‘family’ photo to include Dad, Glynn, Glenda, Niall, Angela and the three ‘dolls’. Connor came into his own and set up the camera and lighting very professionally so he could use a remote trigger. He’d hung the portrait of Falstaff—carefully brought from Ruwenzori Place for the occasion--behind the camera. Now he had us all assembled in the barn.
In the middle we seated Dad and Rob, with Glynn next to Dad and me beside Rob. Glenda sat next to Glynn, with Niall behind Glynn and Connor behind Rob. For balance Angela sat next to me. We’d decided that Owain and Eric should be included and they knelt in front of Dad and Rob.
“Okay, folks, don’t anyone move. Eyes on Falstaff please. I’ll trigger several shots as soon as I’m in place,” Connor told us checking the image through the fancy camera he’d set up for this. Moving quickly he took his place. “Here we go!”
The shutter fired several times.
“Don’t move peeps. Let me check the images!” From behind the camera, he said, “I want to do another round—Gramp’s you need to relax a bit. Rob, see what you can do.”
The second round was better and satisfied our very professional photographer. Now came a slightly trickier moment. Glenda and Angela want us to do the same group, but with Rob, myself and Connor in our rubber bodies. Dad hadn’t been too keen, but Glenda had worked on him and so the three of us stripped quickly, and Rob and I took our places. Connor checked the image and made a couple of adjustments in his naked human form to the teasing of his brother and mother, then walked to Angela and handed her the trigger.
“All yours, sis. Once I’m in place you can fire the camera. Take at least ten shots, and I can play with them in the computer if I need to.”
“Got you, Con.” Angela grinned. “You look damned good in your rubber, brother in law, but you’re pretty good like this too.”
We all laughed with Connor as he took his place, transformed and said in his toneless voice, “I’m ready, mistress. All look at Falstaff.”
The shutter chattered.
Glynn helped my father to stand, and Brenda and Angela each took an arm and lead him inside. Turning to us, Glynn smiled. We’d explained to Angela that changing like this—especially in this environment and for longer than a few minutes—would mean we would need to be ‘used’ before we could revert.
“You guys need some help to, um, change back?”
“Yes.” Rob spoke for the three of us.
“Okay,” Glynn looked at the others. “You guys want to help them out?”
I lumbered to Glynn. “I wish to receive your seed, Glynn. For old times sake.”
“You …” For a moment, he hesitated, then put an arm round me. “It has been, Eon. Perhaps too long … Let’s go into Hengist’s stall.” He chuckled. “It’s not in use now the old boy died.”
Niall and Connor were already embracing, and Rob had Owain’s cock in his mouth, and Eric’s in his butt by the time I had my brother’s flies undone and him leaning against the old horse’s manger. My brother’s cock was just as I remembered it, and his cum, nectar. Then gently, he turned the tables, and had my dildo cock in his mouth. When he’d got an erection again, I moved him away, turned and said, “Use my manhole, Glynn … Fuck me, I’ve always wanted you to …” Positioning myself to receive him, I smiled. “Take your time and enjoy me.”
“You want …” Moving behind me, he leaned forward and whispered, “I couldn’t have asked for a better brother, Eon … you’ve always been amazing.” Pressing his cock to my opening, he sighed. “Damn, you feel … good … better than I imagined …”
“Okay, which photo should I blow up and print for the family?” Connor walked in holding a sheaf of photo proofs.
“Spread them out on the table,” Rob ordered.
“Okay,” Connor began to spread out the first lot, all the ordinary ‘family’ shots. “They’re numbered on the back. Pick the one you like best.” He grinned. “Then I’ll show you the other set.”
“This one.” Rob had no doubts. “Gareth looks best in it. Not sure why, but he looks younger in this one and a bit … in the others.”
“I agree.” Scanning all the photos I could see a small difference in my Dad’s expression. He did look more like his younger self.
“Good, we all agree then,” Connor put that print aside and gathered the others. Spreading out the second set he laughed. “Now, what about these?”
We leaned forward to study the six prints. In two of them my Dad looked uncomfortable, but in two he looked as if he was enjoying the session.
“Odd, why is he looking happier in these two and a bit bemused in the rest?” I leaned back and look at Rob. “In these two he looks as if he’s enjoying the situation.”
“He was.” Pausing, Rob considered. “I think he finally realised that we all live a damned good life and that our ‘condition’ isn’t something we’re forced to accept.” Selecting one of the two images, he slid it toward me. “He said something like that when we joined them in the house.”
The news that Angela was pregnant gave us cause for a celebration, even more so nine months later when she delivered twin boys. Connor was delighted, and so was Niall when he got the chance to visit. His visits were infrequent, but lively, and Niall always got teased for the Carrera chastity belt Angela made him wear when they were visiting us. Now we were all gathered to go out for a celebratory lunch and chatting as we waited for Connor and Eric to join us.
“It reminds him who his Mistress is. He can still play with you guys, but only that gorgeous butt and his mouth.” Angela laughed as she told us, “The Master says his manhood and seed are mine until we’ve produced Connor’s successor and a second daughter to serve him.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Niall’s grin was pure happiness as he faced us. “You guys should try it.”
“We do—often,” Connor retorted as he joined us. “And not just the kind you’re wearing. Some of the guys we get fucked by have some interesting equipment to use on us.”
“The table’s booked at the Ricci, are you guys ready to go?” Rob asked, standing. “It’s not far for our Mum-to-be if we cut through the park and the Mall.” Groping Niall’s butt, he winked at Angela. “You picked a good belt to lock him into, Angela. It suits him.”
“Mum thinks so too,” Niall retorted, laughing. “She says if she’d known about them when Con and I were teenagers she’d have locked us both into chastity belts. She reckoned it would have reduced the damage on our bed laundry.”
“Doubt it,” Rob cut in, “My father tried it with me. Just meant the cum was confined to inside the belt and all over my crotch. Made even more of a mess of my boxer shorts and the sheets.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Angela took Niall’s hand and kissed his cheek. “For the moment, I’m hungry.”
“Then let’s go.” Putting an arm round Angela, Rob steered her to the door.
The restaurant was quiet when we arrived. It’s an Italian restaurant, upmarket, and the food is superb. The waiter greeted us with a warm smile, his tray held in front of him as he led us to the reserved table on the mezzanine with a view of the market over the diners below.
“Shall I bring the prosecco now, Mr Rob?” He asked as we took our seats.
“Yes please, Enzo.” Rob flashed a smile. “We’re celebrating.” Touching Angela’s hand he added, “This lovely lady is soon going to be increasing our family …”
“Really? Congratulations!” Enzo’s smile was genuine as he arranged the glasses in front of us. To Niall he said, “Look after her, your lady is special.”
“You can say that again,” Niall retorted. Looking up at Enzo, he laughed. “I got the jackpot!”
A few minutes later Enzo was back with a second young man in tow with the ice bucket which he placed next to Rob, and a Jeroboam of prosecco. The cork popped gently under his serviette and he began to pour, starting at Rob. “Our manager says this is on the house—his gift. He will come round shortly.”
As Enzo filled the champagne flutes, his companion was busy taking our orders, standing close to Connor, who had a mischievous grin. Winking across the table at me, he managed an ‘accidental’ touch. The waiter, apologising profusely across Connor’s apology, blushed as he developed a magnificent erection, unrestrained by underwear beneath his black trousers and the long apron.
I had to hand it to him. He took the rest of our orders calmly, though his cheeks were aflame, remained behind Connor while he confirmed them and then managed to retire to the servery with Enzo following. Amused, Angela seated at the end of the table, laughed as she raised her glass.
“Connor, for that you deserve the same as Niall. He’ll need help to deal with that.” Taking her husband’s hand she squeezed it. “Should I send you to give him what he needs?”
“I don’t think so, my dear,” Rob interjected. “Enzo might be upset. Marco is his partner.” Raising his glass, he continued, “A toast! To Flastaff’s coming successor and his brother."
The prosecco was perfect, a top label and an expensive one. Our starters were delivered by Enzo and another young waiter, and set off the rest of the meal to perfection. Enzo and Marco delivered our main courses, with the latter clearly having ‘dealt with’ his problem, though still showing signs of arousal.
“Is everything satisfactory, Mister Rob?” the manager asked as Enzo and Marco withdrew.
“Perfect, thanks, Gino.” Rob smiled as he replied. “The prosecco is generous of you—thank you, we appreciate it. And the service Enzo and his team always provide.”
As we drained our espressos, Angela turned to us.
“Niall and I have talked about the future, guys. We have decided that when the boys are born, we want you involved as much as possible in bringing them up.” Pausing, she continued, “Qwedokoloshe has told me that the boys will have sisters, and we’ll need help. I know there are constraints for you—especially until … but our sons have to get the same introduction to the future you gave Connor. And the girls will need to know what’s coming, especially the second daughter.” She swallowed, looking at Niall, who took her hand. “She’ll have an important role in the Master’s plans for the future.”
“You tell us what you need us to do and when, Sis.” Connor spoke up. “And we’ll do it.”
The walk home was enjoyable, our route taking us through the street market, and Connor and I took advantage of the crowd to cause a little mayhem for a few likely looking men as we passed.
