23. The closing of a circle.
“Guys, this is Sean. A cousin of Eric’s.” Owain put a hand on the young man who stood as we entered the living room. “He’s studying art at the Art School, and needed a job, so he’s going to be working as my assistant until he qualifies.”
The young man was tall, slim waisted, with broad shoulders and muscular arms and his legs matched in his neat slacks. His movements suggested he might be a dancer. He certainly moved like one. His slacks were a good cut, and now our presence was having an effect to his obvious embarrassment.
“Welcome, Sean,” Rob shook hands. “If you ask Eon nicely he might let you share his studio.” Digging his elbow in my ribs, he added, “He’s approachable if you don’t criticise his painting technique …”
“Thanks,” his grin was infectious, and the faint colour in his cheeks endearing. “I’d like to talk about that if I may …”
“Sure,” Shaking hands, I laughed. “I’m Eon, in case you missed it, and this is Connor. And we can talk about the studio once you’ve got yourself settled in.”
“Has Owain warned you about us?” Connor asked, introducing himself.
“He’s explained a bit, I think. At least he explained about, um, the family curse …” Blushing, he added, “Um, you’re all gay. And rubberists …?” Glancing at Owain, he added, “Actually, I’m here because … well, my folks arranged it … I struggled at school … they talked to the Ruwenzori Trust …”
“Then you’ll be fine with us,” Rob put an arm on the kid’s shoulders. “Now then, let’s sit down and get to know you.” Over his shoulder he said to Owain, “The weather looks pretty shitty—can we eat here today?”
“No problem, Rob,” Owain retorted, “I’ll get cracking on our usual six course meal immediately.”
“Damned if I know how you do it, Owain.” Turning to our newcomer, I smiled. “As you’ll find, Owain looks after us well—he can produce a fabulous meal in no time.” As we all seated ourselves, I asked, “You look like an athlete—none of us are in spite of appearances. What keeps you in trim?”
“Rowing, partly, and gymnastics.” Grimacing, he added, “The gymnastics is going to have to taper off. I’ve picked up a couple of strains the doctor says will get worse if I keep it up.”
“Well the rowing you’ll be able to stay with,” Rob remarked. “There’s a good club at the river, and we can install a rowing machine for you.”
We talked, and learned a lot about him, his life to date and his home. His father was now dead, killed in an accident at work, and his mother remarried.
“She’s okay with my … you know … but I want to let her enjoy her new husband, so I thought …”
“Owain told you about us, but he probably hasn’t explained it properly.” Rob paused. “We’re all of us Gay, and we’re all ‘seconds’, which means we’re the guys that the family gives to Qwedokoloshe to honour the pact our ancestor made with the Djinn a few hundred years ago.” Grinning, he added, “You’ve probably noticed—we have an interesting effect on any men in our company.”
“Erm …” Sean’s cheeks were red beneath his tan. “I thought …”
“No, it’s us. You’ll get used to it.” Rob smiled. “Falstaff’s ‘deal’ with our Master was that the second sons would all serve him. Every night, we change, becoming living rubber dolls and get transported to wherever and whoever needs us. We spend the night being fucked—the Master reaches out into the world through us. Owain and Eric look after us, as their predecessors did for ours, and now I’m due to leave the nest and Connor’s successor is starting out …” His pause stretched a little. “Anyway, the compensation for us, is that we live a long time, apparently not ageing much, and get to live in this rather stately home. Oh, and the sex …” His laugh was infectious. “Mostly fantastic—for us.”
“You’re scaring him,” Connor interrupted. “Take no notice of them.” Putting his hand on Sean’s, he chuckled. “You see us off every evening, and have breakfast with us in the mornings—the gaps in between are all yours. Owain and Eric will look after you.” Changing the subject, he asked, “Why take us on and go for keeping house for us and probably Connor’s successors?”
“Actually …” Sean adjusted his crotch by shifting in his seat. “I like cooking, but working in a restaurant doesn’t appeal, and I needed work to cover my living expenses, so when the Trust suggested I do this …” He grinned. “I think I’m going to like it …”
Sunset found us all in the cellar, Sean wearing one of our controlling jocks. This was to be Rob’s last ‘night of service’ and we would be saying good bye in the morning, though he was only going as far away as Moon Pond Farm to care for my father, Gareth.
“Have fun, guys.” Owain said as we all transformed. “See you later.”
As I entered my portal I heard him say to Sean, “Off you go, Sean. The Master has something special for you in your bedroom. Enjoy …” Then I was in an unfamiliar club and surrounded by horny men …
I arrived in the cellar at the same time as Rob, and a moment later, Connor joined us. Owain had just helped him into his bath robe when Sean arrived flushed and naked, his rather nice cock slapping his thighs as he ran. As soon as he saw us, he got an erection, and Connor didn't let him waste it, taking it in his mouth, he brought him off in seconds.
“Oh, thank … I woke up alone …” Locating Connor, he caught his breath, his cheeks flaming. Stepping forward, he embraced Con, and kissed him. “Thank you, Connor … that was the most beautiful … most wonderful … any time you want …”
“Slow down, Sean.” Connor returned the kiss. “Thank you for using me with such love.” Adjusting the bathrobe a grinning Owain placed over his shoulders, he kissed him again. “Now you’re a part of this lunatic gang …”
"So that's where you spent the night is it, Con?" Rob patted Connor's butt. "He served you properly, Sean?"
Owain had prepared the breakfast for us and joined Sean at the table. Rob signalled Connor and I and we left them there to follow Rob upstairs. Shutting the door to Falstaff’s chamber, he shed his robe.
“Remember how we saw Ty off, Eon?”
“Could I forget. Same again? With a new filling?”
“Same again.” Rob climbed onto the bed. “Connor, fuck my manhole.” Changing to his doll form, he folded his legs behind his head as Connor positioned himself, his erection slipping into Rob’s welcoming opening.
“Hey, I can’t go rubber!”
“No, you stay as you are.” Pressing my rigid dildo to my nephew’s puckered opening as Rob managed to take his own into his mouth, I added, “This is our farewell to Rob, you fuck him in your human form and I fuck you with both of us controlled by the Master.” My dildo entered Connor and he grunted. “Our service continues, Connor. Your successor will do this service for Eon when it is time …”
The fuck was exquisite, made more intense by the fact we all felt what the others were experiencing, orgasm after orgasm until, finally, we were all ejaculating.
We all transformed, rolled apart and fell instantly asleep.
Rob’s departure was easier than Ty’s had been, but it really brought home to me the reality that I was now the ‘old’ generation. Where had the years gone? It seemed only months ago that Rob had seen me through the ritual of ‘becoming’ and now it fell to me to provide the leadership and encouragement to Connor and, eventually, Ruahrig. In the meantime, Rob was settled at Moon Pond Farm, helping to deal with my father, his brother.
“Do you know Rob isn’t bound by the change at sunset any longer?” Connor asked.
“Yes, that’s what our little bit of fun on his final morning here was about.” Studying my latest painting critically, I cleaned the brush. “He can still change, but only after dark and if he actually wants to do so.” Putting the brush into the container, I asked, “How are the twins coming on?”
My father’s death mirrored his life in a way. He stubbornly defied his doctors by NOT dying according to their schedule, instead holding out until the twin girls, Brigid and Angua, were almost two. The funeral was a quiet affair since almost all his contemporaries had either predeceased him, or were unable to attend due to their own health or age issues.
“Typical Gareth,” Rob remarked as we watched the last guests at the ‘wake’ depart. “He knew he was going, but didn’t want me to call any of you. Said you all had better things to do.” Turning to go back into the house, he laughed. “Then you and Connor turned up. The scramble to find you something to wear before the Minister saw you … Damn, almost gave myself a hernia!”
“And the rest of us the fright of our lives!” Glynn retorted. “The Minister at the front door come to give the last rites, and you two suddenly appear in the bedroom in full rubber glory, and transform with not a stitch between you.”
“Yes, the Master almost gave us whiplash!” Connor remarked. “One minute I’ve got a couple of nice cocks giving me a good work out, the next I’m stood in the bedroom and transforming … at two in the morning.” Chuckling, he continued, “And Eon almost on top of me.”
“Don’t knock it, Con. Admit it you enjoyed it, and the Master had said we would be here when Dad died.” Taking Rob’s hand I squeezed it. “And I think it gave Dad a chuckle.”
“Chuckle?” Rob laughed. “He was giggling throughout the Last Rites and grinning when he finally departed. You didn’t hear what he said as he went, did you?”
“No, I missed it,” I replied, not wanting to point out that he’d had his head in the way kissing his brother’s cheek. “‘All these years,’ he said, ‘and you’re all still trying to embarrass me—well you’re too late. You can’t any longer.’” Wiping his eyes he smiled. “There’s a letter he wrote when you ‘became’ in my bureau. You can read it later.” Turning to Glynn he said, “Now where’s that bottle of fifteen year old Glayva? Time it was opened and drunk!”
Enjoying the afternoon as we watched Darrach and Ruahrig playing in the pool, Glynn let out a sigh. These midsummer days meant Connor and I had no need to rush back to Ruwenzori Place. As sunset after eight in the evening and sunrise around four in the morning meant our rubber time was fairly short. Only if I was ‘chasing the sun’ from wherever Eric was did I have a long, long night now.
“We never thought Dad would hold on this long. Rob’s been an absolute brick. Took over all the hard stuff and would only allow me or Brenda to help when it needed more than a single pair of hands.” Glynn watched his grandsons. Darrach tended to be the instigator for some activities, though Ruahrig wasn’t simply a follower—he had plenty to say if he didn’t agree or wanted to do something else. Now they were engaged in wrestling and evenly matched. At six years of age they were already developing clear personalities, and their twin sisters, only fifteen months younger, were developing fast as well. “Rob says he knows he’s got a couple more years yet and wants to travel a bit.”
“He always said he wanted to travel.” I laughed as Ruahrig managed to pin his brother in a wrestling hold. “And now he can. I hope I get the chance as well, maybe see some of the places I’ve visited only in my other form.”
“I’m sure you will.” Glynn broke off, “Ruahrig! What did Uncle Connor tell you about being careful when you do that?”
“Um, that some folk don’t like it?” The boy’s grin was cheeky as he removed his hand from the rather obvious erection tenting his swimming costume.
“A lot of people get upset if you do that in company, chum.” Glynn smiled and winked at his grandsons. “Especially at your age. In your bedroom and when it’s just you … that’s not a problem, and we don’t talk about it to people outside the family. Remember?” Holding up a hand, he stopped the dual protest. “I know, with me and Uncle Eon, or Uncle Rob or Connor is different, but … better to be careful.”
“I seem to recall us getting a similar ‘talk’ at about that age.” I chuckled as the pair decided another swim was in order.
“Yeah,” Glynn laughed. “Only I couldn’t get erections yet and you had one all the bloody time! This pair are like Niall and Connor—and we’ve had ‘notes’ from their teacher ‘suggesting’ there might be a medical problem.” He turned as Brenda joined us, followed by Angela and the girls now in their bathing costumes. “Niall and Con still out on their walk?”
“On their way back,” Angela replied. “The boys getting physical again?”
“Just a bit.” Glynn shrugged, grinning, he watched as the girls mobbed me, climbing onto my lap and competing to see who could give me the most kisses. “Take care, girls, you’ll make him turn into a monster!”
They responded to this with squeals of laughter, and redoubled efforts to ‘make a monster’ of me. Laughing I responded with teasing, tickling and ‘monster’ faces until they remembered they wanted to join their brothers and scampered off to join their brothers as Connor and Niall returned from their hike.
Connor drove us home, both of us feeling both the sorrow of having buried my father, and the joy of how our newest generation were growing. Soon enough it would be my turn to follow Rob, and for Connor to become the leader of our ‘offerings’. In the meantime Ben waited at home for me, Sean to attend to Connor, and prepare to take Owain’s place. Connor and I would continue to serve the Master and help prepare Ruahrig and his sister Angua when the time came.
“Tonight you will remain at Ruwenzori Place and be available to your friends there, my Eon and my Connor. It is your reward. Your successors will be well cared for, and serve me well in their turn.”
"So you get another chance to spend the night showing Sean how to enjoy us," I teased Connor. "He pleased you the last time?"
"You bet he did ..." Connor laughed. "He's a great kid, and he'll be a great help now Rob's ... moved on."
