2. Becoming the Successor
Following me into the room, Rob shut the door, and turned the key.
“Sit down. Over there at your desk. That computer off?”
“Um, yeah.” I checked, wondering why he wanted it off. “Yes, powers off.”
“Okay. This is important and we don’t want any interruption or intrusions. Now don’t say anything. Just sit there, listen and watch.” He stripped altogether and I felt my cock strain in its prison as he removed an identical restraint to the one I wore and revealed a cock and balls as big as mine, and with the same curious half foreskin.
Have I said he’s beautiful? He’s absolutely gorgeous, his nipples, as prominent as mine, now showed their stiff ‘teats’, and his cock, as big as mine, is like mine, long, thick and having only half a prepuce. The ‘head’ is mostly exposed. He turned to face me, his big, gorgeous member standing to attention. It really was big, and beautiful, and like me he had no hair except on his head …
In it’s tight jock prison, which normally suppressed any urge to get excited, my cock tingled and I could feel it straining to escape.
“Now I’m going to tell you a story, the story of Falstaff. You’ve heard of him—our ancestor? Good, this is his story—our story. Glynn told you some of it?” Pausing, he held my gaze, and I nodded. “Good. Falstaff was a rebel, a second son, and an adventurer. He was also ‘gay’ though in that age being openly so bought you a place on a bonfire or with the gallows. We’re talking late 1600s in England. He got into a bit of difficulty because of it and needed to do a runner. Quite an epic journey in the end, but he hooked up with a Portuguese explorer, a man like himself, a rebel and a Gay. They fetched up exploring a still rather unknown part of central Africa. Somewhere to the eastern side of the Mountain’s of the Moon they found the entrance to a small ‘step’ pyramid like those in South America amid the overgrown ruins of a city. Carvings and statues of naked men suggested it was no ordinary place, but they ignored the indications. Ty will show you Falstaff’s journal. He drew some very good sketches of the statues and friezes …” He paused. “Their guide warned them that the glyphs on the statues warned that any who disturbed the pyramid would face a terrible curse … but, blinded by dreams of gold and wealth …”
I made to ask a question, and he waved me to silence.
“Dom Pedro and he climbed to the top and were in the ‘sacrificial chamber’ at the top when it happened. There was a bit of an earthquake when they were on top of it and poor old Pedro tried to run for it and got killed by falling masonry, but Falstaff fell into a narrow shaft behind the altar stone, and found himself inside what he thought was the burial chamber. It wasn’t. It was actually a prison for a powerful demon, Juju, genie, djinn whatever the local people call the Master. He didn’t know the ‘demon’ was a rather special one who influences men to develop fetishes and to love men exclusively though the carvings and statues should have given him a hint …” He laughed. “Anyway, their bearers and guides did a runner and left him there, resealing the entrance and blocking the shaft as well. The demon, our Master, offered Falstaff what sounded like a bargain. As the Master cannot leave his ‘tomb’, he offered our ancestor a deal. In return for freedom and a comfortable wealth for the family Flastaff had to accept that he would provide a channel for the demon-spirit to re-enter the world in a borrowed body. In return the Djinn, would return Falstaff to the outside and send him home." Pausing he watched me. "The bargain was that from henceforth Falstaff and the second son in each generation, would be Gay and available to any man wanting man-sex, in the form of a living doll in the image of the ‘god’ made of the gum of a special tree. The Master, Qwedokoloshe, enters us and shares everything we experience. He is our Master and controls us when we have sexual contact with any partner. We are effectively the Master’s physical body in the world of men and man-sex. He operates through us, influencing and changing people he needs, and punishing those who deserve it. It appealed to Falstaff, as a man who had suffered for his attraction to his own sex. The Master’s bargain came with a further bonus—the reward that Falstaff’s descendants would never be without IF the second son in each generation accepted the role. The pact will stand as long as each generation of Falstaff’s descendants produces a replacement. He showed Falstaff what he would become every night and what it would mean for him.” Pausing he watched my face. “The alternative was to die slowly in the tomb. Falstaff chose to live and made a deal that bound him and a successor in every generation in his direct line.”
“And he … became some kind of Gay sex worker?” I swallowed. “He was Gay to start?”
“Yes, he was Gay from the beginning—and more.” Rob grinned. “He and Dom Pedro shared a fetish mainly I think for bondage sex. So old Falstaff became the Master’s servant-body and lived a long and enjoyable life. And we are his successors. Not prostitutes. We don’t go round begging for sex, the Master sends us to where we are needed.”
“And you … we … end up looking like sex on legs and being Gay? I can live with that.” I grinned. “You said Falstaff became a doll? Is that why we have these fantastic bodies?”
“That’s part of it.” Rob watched me. “There’s more to it.” Pausing he asked, “You have dreams about sex? Sex with men?” I nodded. “That’s your future if you accept it. Can you live with it?”
“My future? If I accept it? I have a choice?” I stared at his naked body. He is really beautiful in the most sexy way, and my cock, though it wasn’t hard—it can’t get hard when I’m wearing the special jock—was certainly wanting to be. “I have some pretty wild dreams.”
“Yes, they are. Notice anything about them?”
“Er. Not … Oh, wait, I’m usually having sex with at least two other guys … and it often involves being tied up, or chained …”
“Anything else?”
“Yeah …” I frowned. “I’m not sure, but I always seem to be wearing a rubber suit …”
“I told your father you needed to be told a long time ago, and yes, you do have a choice. If you say no, it ends with me.” He paused, "And that dream … It’s not a suit you’re wearing … It’s … oh damn, I’ll have to show you. It’s no suit, that is you … That’s how we are from sundown to sun up.” Rob hesitated. “Yes, we’re sex on legs, with libido to match, and here’s the catch. We have to spend every night serving men …” Beckoning me, he said, “Come over here. I want you to touch my member. Just touch it. Nothing more.”
“Thought you’d never ask!” I teased. His erection was magnificent. Ten inches at least, perfectly formed ‘head’ now exposed by the withdrawal of his half prepuce, and thickly veined, it stood stiff and solid at forty-five degrees with a slight curve toward his stomach. “Can I kiss it? Is this my birthday present?”
“No, not yet. Just touch it with your finger. Nothing more.”
“Like this?” I touched the opening in his gorgeous glans with my index finger.
A tremor ran through him, and suddenly he was a shiny black rubber statue.
“Oh shit!” I stumbled backward, tripped, and sprawled on the bed, my eyes fixed on that fantastic dildo cock now rearing from his crotch and the perfectly formed scrotum dangling below it bulging with his large testicles. Every part of him was solid black rubber. It reflected the light as if polished to a glossy finish.
“This is what we become every night for the sexual enjoyment of those the Master’s chosen wherever he sends us. This is what the story about Falstaff becoming a statue means. We transform every night at sundown to this, and revert to our normal form at sunrise.” The voice was Rob’s but with a sort of echo. It was also mechanical, with no inflections, just flat and expressionless. “We become these rubber pleasure slaves, able to adapt to whatever our masters of the moment desire most from a male lover. Like this we can move, perform any sexual act our users wish, but little else unless our Master needs us to. Our limbs aren’t rigid, so walking is a little tricky, and our arms arm rather restricted in their use. Our hands can hold things but not manipulate things beyond giving a hand job. Our mouths and our anuses are for their sexual enjoyment, and our penises are for their pleasure and that of the Master in his prison.”
“It looks …” I gulped. His movements were awkward, as if his torso and arms had no rigidity. “I’m going to become like that?”
“Yes. If you accept Falstaff’s bargain.” In silence he watched me. “This is what we are. What you must become to entertain and pleasure other men for the Master. Your becoming honours Falstaff’s agreement and ensures the family continues to enjoy his bounty.”
“Oh fuck …” Staring at the magnificent rubber statue that was my uncle, I swallowed. It was frightening and exciting at the same time. “I’ll become like you?” Hesitating, I considered what he’d said. “I’m going to be a sex doll? And be fucked by men every night like this?”
He nodded. “Yes. Do you accept Falstaff’s bargain with our Master?”
“My choice?” I hesitated, thinking fast. It was a terrifying prospect, but an overwhelming part of me wanted this … “It scares me, but …” Taking a deep breath, I said, “YES!” I managed to stand, breathing in the heady scent of his warm latex body. That gorgeous dildo penis, those beautifully defined balls in their rubber sack, the prominent rubber nipples, the chiselled rubber muscles … I knew immediately I wanted to join him. “What must I do..?”
“Remove your clothing, Eon. It is time for you to be offered and to accept your place in our pact with Qwedokoloshe.” Watching me, he added, “You are one of us. We must perform the ritual of your acceptance and the family’s offering of you to our Master. It is time to become … this.”
“Remove ..?” I shivered. “But …” Hesitating, I considered, and suddenly ‘knew’ I must obey. I wanted to accept it … I sat, and then peeled my teeshirt. My fingers found my belt buckle and I stripped my jeans, my trainers and socks tossed aside. The jock restraint came free and my member sprang to full attention. Turning I asked, “What now?”
“This.” The touch of his rubber finger on my swollen ‘head’ sent an electric jolt through me. It was like a massive shudder, an orgasm, or a massive ejaculation, and now I was the same shiny black as my uncle, my penis now, like his, rigid, erected, as long and as thick. The veins stood out giving my shaft the same ribbed texture as his.
In my head, I ‘heard’ a deep, rich voice that sent a thrill through me, “Welcome, Eon, to my service. It is time to accept your role. Kneel and give your fellow servant, Rob, head.”
My rubber body responded without effort, folding itself into a kneeling position with my rubber hand grasping his magnificent rubber erection. Rob positioned himself as I knelt, my mouth forming a perfect O as I did and my tongue becoming a long, slim tentacle that reached out and drew that gleaming ‘head’ into my mouth. My body felt strange as my hands gripped his hips and he guided his beautiful rubber cock into my open mouth. Then he held my head in his rubber hands and began to fuck my mouth and throat, the thrusts pushing that huge tool deep into my unresisting throat. I had no idea how long this went on for. I didn’t want him to stop. It felt right, He tasted good, and his thrusting rubber cock sent waves of pleasure through my rubber body. I felt his pleasure and knew I wanted his cum, that I didn’t seem to be breathing didn’t occur to me until later..
Thrusting himself fully into my throat, he gripped my head firmly, preventing movement. His rubber dido penis pulsed and the rush of thick fluid filled my mouth and throat. Several more pulses followed.
“Swallow, Eon. You are now becoming my servant. You are bonding. Accepting the pact I made with your ancestor. When the rituals are complete Rob will take you to your place of service when he leaves tomorrow. Tonight he will make love with you and show you my service and the rewards.”
Easing my mouth off his still rigid cock, Rob helped me stand. At first I found it difficult. My arms had no rigidity to speak of, my hands had shape but hardly any control and my torso felt as if it wanted to fold into a curve. My legs, like my arms, felt solid, but wanted to bend in all the wrong places.
“Welcome, nephew.” Hugging my rubber body to his, our rigid rubber cocks between us, he continued, “Our Master is generous, and you are a beautiful companion.” Our rubber mouths met and I accepted his tongue, like mine, a slim tentacle. “You will remain as you are until tomorrow and your bonding is complete.” Releasing me, he stood back. “For now you must learn to manage a rubber body. It lacks some rigidity, and is more flexible than our human bodies. There is a ritual we must complete, and you must submit to me overnight so we will now find your father and you may tell him that you have accepted your role. He will then offer you to be fucked, and I will fuck you before him and your brother. We leave tomorrow for our home and to start your new position as a servant of Qwedokoloshe, our Master.”
