4. Ruwenzori House
The city has never really attracted me, but now Rob ushered me into a large and very elegant ‘Queen Anne’ style house with its own walled garden in a quiet and very upmarket area surprisingly close to the city centre. Older than the farm house, it was immaculate, and the neighbours, all very private, were of similar age and style. This made it almost unremarkable in this setting.
“We’re summoned, and instantly transported to whoever the summoner is.” Rob explained. “It can be anywhere, and with anyone. Ty says we don’t notice because even if it’s in some foreign land, we hear and speak our own language and the client speaks and hears theirs.”
“But if we’re only in our rubber form at night … Can we be sent somewhere where its daylight?”
“I don’t think so. Remember if the sun sets here are six in the evening, it’s already been dark somewhere to the east for at least a couple of hours.” Rob smiled. “You could say we travel with the sunset for a couple of hours in each direction. But we’re always back in the house five minutes before sunrise here!”
Parking in what must have been a coachhouse to the Georgian mansion that was now to be my home, Rob led the way through a servant’s entrance, then up into the grander front entrance hall.
We were greeted in the hall by an older version of ourselves—my great uncle Tynan. I now knew that Rob was forty-four, but looked thirty-ish, and now I was confronted by a man at least twenty years older, and looking roughly the same age.
“Uncle Ty! Good to see you again,” Hugging him I kissed his offered mouth.
“Welcome, Eon. I hope Rob got to you in time? I did write to your father in an effort to convince him of the importance of preparing you, but he delayed …” Embracing me, he laughed. “Comes as a bit of a shock to most of us. And drop the ‘uncle’ now, I’m Ty to friends and family and my fellow ‘offerings’.” Guiding me into a very comfortable living room with French windows opening onto a patio and enclosed garden, he added, “We tend to last a long time without visible aging, and this is where we live when not in use.”
“Which is every night,” Rob cut in. “Our master needs a lot of energy, and he’s found the perfect way to ensure he gets it. Us.”
“Don’t frighten the boy, Rob.” Tynan said. “I hope Rob told you we go rubber doll every night at sundown, and can be summoned to wherever some group wants to use us?”
“He did.” I grinned. “And a few other things. Came as a bit of a shock—Dad never told me.” Glancing at Rob, I continued, “Never mind, it explains a hell of a lot, and now … well, I guess I’ll get used to it.”
“I bet it came as a shock,” Tynan studied me, smiling. “We do ‘get used to it’, but that doesn’t mean it gets boring either.”
“We’d better show him the house,” Rob remarked. “We’ve two hours to sundown. Will Owain be back soon?” Turning to me, he explained, “Owain is a cousin. He isn’t a ‘servant’ of the Master, but he is Gay and a rubber lover. He keeps the house for us, and manages the business things that we depend on.” He grinned. “We ‘reward’ him with our services when he needs them.”
“Yes, Owain should be back soon. He only went for some groceries.” Tynan’s hand gripped my hip, his arm across my back as he guided me toward the stairs. It was beautiful inside, the walls covered in period patterned silk—each of the main rooms being individually themed— with some amazing paintings on the walls and the long corridor on the second floor including portraits of our predecessors.
On the ‘ground floor’ were all the ‘reception rooms, with a full basement or ‘undercroft’ below in which there was the main kitchen, laundry, several storerooms and a room Rob called the ‘portal’. On the way he’d explained how the ‘Master’ selected who and where we would serve each night. The second floor contained the bedrooms, including ‘Falstaff’s Bedroom’, one for the three of us, and two spare bedrooms. “For guests,” Ty explained with a laugh. These all faced the North side of the house, with a corridor that stretched the full length of the floor and all the rooms opened off it. Ty called it the Long Gallery.
On the floor above this, were more rooms, some of them now altered to create a small but comfortable flat currently occupied by Cousin Owain.
“We’ve got our own bedrooms but usually share one bed unless we want time out to be alone—which isn’t often. Our routine is to have a big breakfast and go to bed as soon as we return at sunrise. Then sleep for a couple of hours. We don’t need much, and then either take a walk into the city, or do something like visit an exhibition, or something interesting.” He chuckled. “It’s amusing in a crowd. We have an interesting effect on the men.”
“It’s your choice, Eon,” Rob added as he followed us. “Another of our little quirks is to go naked when we’re in bed or just relaxing.” My companions laughed. “Saves problems if we ‘go rubber’ unexpectedly.”
“Does that happen often?” I asked.
“Qwedokoloshe, our Master, likes us to be intimate … so, yes, we do tend to spend time in our rubber form. Owain loves it …” Opening the door to the main bedroom, labelled the Falstaff Room, Rob entered. “This is the bedroom Ty and I generally use. If you want to join us, you’ll be more than welcome, but you have exclusive use of the bedroom next door if you prefer. That’s entirely your private space. Ty has the one on the other side of the stairs and mine is the mirror of yours. Owain has the suite on the top floor.”
“I like this.” The bed was huge. A massive four poster—a proper ‘Tester’ bed, easily large enough for three of us. It was the only item of furniture in the room. “Where’s it come from?”
“It was Falstaff’s.” Rob beckoned me forward. “The old bugger had it built specially for his own use. If you look closely at the decorative carvings you get some idea of how we get enjoyed.” Laughing, Rob explained, “One of our clients enjoys what he calls a three hole fuck. That’s it there, you in a guest’s manhole, the client in yours and another of his friends in your mouth. Our master enjoys it too.”
“Looks like fun.” I studied the carving, my cock tingling in it’s prison. “Oh, here’s what you did with me—I liked that. As you fucked me, I fucked my own mouth.”
They both laughed.
“Yes, my favourite as well. You can really only do it in our rubber form, and it’s a bugger if the client doesn’t unweave you!” Ty said from the door. “I hear Owain downstairs. Let’s introduce him to Eon, then we’d better show our new boy the cellar and get some food before we get ready for sunset.”
Owain was not as I’d imagined. For a start he was simply a guy close to my own age. He was ‘family’, but where we were like body builders and very masculine in our physique, he was slim, neat, good looking and rather girly. That said, I liked him instantly.
“So you’re Eon,” he exclaimed embracing me. “You lucky thing. Rob said you were gorgeous—he was lying! You’re absolutely beautiful.”
Blushing, I stammered a response as the others laughed.
“I get to cook, clean, pick you guys up, prepare you for despatch … and I’m often green with envy.” Kissing my cheek he chuckled. “Any time you need to … I’m available.”
“You’ll have him going rubber if you keep that up,” Tynan quipped. “Give him a chance to get used to his new self, Owain.” Taking my hand again, he led me down to the cellar.
There were four alcoves set into each of the walls, and four additional ‘sentry box’ type structures at the four corners.
“These are the portals the Master has created to transport us to the clients or one of the clubs the Falstaff Trust operates in a number of countries. Tonight we’ll all be sent to the same client I think.” Ty paused. “We enter the designated alcove and emerge at the client’s premises.”
“Efficient and it avoids transport problems.” Rob looked at his watch. “We’d better eat. Sundown in forty-five minutes, and we’ll need the energy.”
I noticed that there were several recliners in the small cellar and Ty explained.
“Yes. We sometimes wait here before we are summoned, and often we are sent only once, but we are rubber the whole night,” Ty explained. “We sometimes don’t spend the whole night in use. Then we wait on these until summoned.” He smiled. “The Master entertains us when we are not needed …”
The meal was a combination of high energy foods, easily and rapidly digested, according to Ty. Although it was all puréed, it was tasty and quite filling.
“Five minutes to sundown,” Rob announced as we hurried to the cellar.
“Leave your clothes on the rack,” Owain ordered as we stripped. “Alcoves two, three and four, North, guys.”
Rob steered me to the middle alcove.
“We go rubber first. Then sometimes it’s a while before we’re transported. Remember how they did it in Harry Potter? Through the fireplaces? It works like that.” Rob took the alcove to my right and Ty to my left just as I experienced the massive orgasmic shudder and became my rubber alter ego.
“Enjoy your first orgy, my little one,” I ‘heard’ the Master say. “You will be well used and enjoyed.”
Owain walked to my front. “Oh god, you’re fucking beautiful, Eon! I wish I could join you.” Leaning close, he kissed my cheek and whispered, “When you come back I’ll be waiting and I want suck that gorgeous cock and then have you fuck my pussy … Please?”
“If I’m allowed to … it’ll be a privilege.” I managed.
“It is permitted, Eon. Owain will be your human companion.”
The air shimmered and suddenly I was in a dimly lit cellar, Ty and Rob beside me.
