6. The Life of the Doll
The sleep was refreshing, and so was the shower I took as soon as I woke up. At Rob’s suggestion I dressed—taking care to wear the jock—and we joined Owain for a walk into the city centre and a favourite pub-restaurant for lunch. Tynan was already seated, looking pleased with himself.
Not having lived in the city I had no idea where I was and it took a little while to start recognising landmarks. The ‘chosen’ restaurant was in a famous arcade, one of the oldest shopping malls anywhere. I rather liked the Georgian architecture and the Dickensian feel. The mall is a large and sprawling one with a number of entrances and exits. There’s quite a mix of bijou cafes, restaurants and a huge variety of small specialist shops, and the place is always busy.
I found it fascinating, and the crowd made physical contact occasionally unavoidable. Strangely it was always guys bumping into us. Ty pointed out the notable features, as we walked and eventually lead us to a restaurant. Once the waiter had seated us, he managed to introduce a few teasing suggestions as we people watched from our table outside the ‘indoor’ dining area of the restaurant.
“When the waiter brings our drinks, take a good look at his crotch.” The chuckle was wicked. “Make sure you accidentally touch him. Doesn’t matter where …”
“What, on his crotch? That’ll get me into trouble!”
“No, you can bump his leg with your hand as he serves you, or touch his hand … just watch what happens in his crotch. Before and after.”
Seated opposite me, Rob laughed and put his menu down. “Easy way, drop something. Here he comes.”
Confused, I managed to drop a book I’d bought in a bookshop near the entrance of the arcade just as the waiter arrived between my and Owain. My attempt to catch it made me lunge to the side and I got a good look at his neat bulge as I dived after it. Then my head made contact with his thigh.
“Oh!” I straightened, feeling colour rush into my cheeks. “Sorry about that!”
The neat bulge was no longer ‘neat’, he now obviously had a full erection. It wasn’t just visible, I could sense his desire and the scent of his musk was almost overwhelming.
“No problem,” the waiter replied, a little huskily. “Hope I didn’t hurt you. Couldn’t stop myself.” The tray was now covering his crotch. “Are you gents ready to order?”
Ty began to order a pasta dish and I managed to retrieve the book while the others ordered in turn. Then the waiter walked away still covering his front with the tray.
“Notice anything, Eon?” Tynan’s amusement gave his face a wicked look.
“Could I miss it?” I replied. “Does that always happen?”
“Pretty nearly.” Rob replied. “In some places we don’t need to make contact. He was pretty much already getting the influence.” He laughed. “Your contact put him over the edge.”
When the guy served our orders—Ty, Rob and I had ordered a large creamy pasta, Owain had opted for a small pizza—the guy had evidently had to ‘adjust his dress’, but he served us happily and we enjoyed the repartee.
“He’ll be one of your customers soon,” Ty said quietly as he finished his linguine. “That was good. Dessert anyone? I feel a big ice cream would be in order before we head back.”
His suggestion met with approval, and we managed to persuade our waiter to serve three double portions—Owain declined and stuck with a single.
“I’m not like you guys. If I eat as much as you do, I’m going to wind up the size of a blimp!” Owain protested as Rob teased him.
The walk home was enlivened by the teasing and by Rob’s rather naughty insistence that we stop to browse in a shop selling video games. Several of the young men were affected by our presence by the time we wandered out again. Sunset found us naked in the cellar, and in separate alcoves on different walls.
The room I found myself in was empty and for a moment I thought something had gone wrong, then the door opened and a young man stepped into the room and stopped in his tracks, staring.
“Bloody hell! I didn’t believe …” A smile spread slowly across his face, matching the growing tent in his lycra shorts. Stepping closer he asked, “Where the hell did you spring from?”
“You summoned me, master. How do you wish to enjoy my body?” My voice had the faint echo of The Master’s within it.
“You’re alive?” Reaching out he touched my arm. “You’re rubber? Fuck me … my wettest dream …”
“Yes, master, I am rubber. A rubber companion here for your pleasure. You summoned me. Do you wish to fuck me or to be fucked?”
“Do I ..?” Sliding his hand across my butt as he walked round me, he asked, his voice husky, “Maybe later. Can you be fucked … I mean, do you have …?”
“I welcome it, master.” Reaching for his shorts, I managed to get my rubbery fingers inside the waistband and eased them so his erection was no longer strained aside. “Place me as you wish and let us be coupled …” Offering my mouth for a kiss, I let my arms slide round his waist.
Our mouths met and his first tentative kiss, soon became a passionate embrace. The orgy of the first night was unlike this. This man needed my company, and he needed sexual pleasure. I gave it to him, gently, as lovingly as it was possible for me. First giving him head, then fucking him with my rubber erection, before inciting him to fuck me.
He was exhausted by the time I brought him off and was transferred to another chamber. The two cum loads, which filled my mouth and my anal passage very nicely provided a good priming for the next session. This time four rubber men who favoured having me restrained for their pleasure. The restraint was amusing, as in my rubber state I can’t move fast and movement is all related to being used for sex.
I returned to our home well filled with cum and still gagged, plugged and wearing the strait jacket they’d bound me in and tried to keep me back with.
“Should we let him out of it?” Rob quipped as he stepped out of his alcove. “He looks so comfortable like that.”
“It’s almost sunrise,” retorted Owain. “He won’t be able to change if he’s still …”
“True,” Tynan joined us. “Someone had a lot of fun by the look of it.”
Owain managed to get the plug out of my anus just as the other two underwent the change, and a second or two later I underwent the same transformation.
“Thanks, guys. That last lot were a real laugh—not. A lot of fun though.” Grinning, I wrapped the bath robe Owain had helped me into and followed them to the stairs. “Is it always like this? One guy barely able to do anything he was so excited, then four of the buggers trying to see if they could fuck me so heavily restrained I couldn’t move anything … and now I’m starving …”
“That’s quite a mild night then.” Rob was loading his platter, but Owain was already putting a loaded plate in front of me. “Hey, why’s he getting special treatment?” He winked. “He your secret lover now, O?”
“If he’ll have me!” Owain shot back, then vanished into the kitchen, his cheeks crimson.
These ‘solo’ users were often fun, lonely guys who lacked companionship, but knew how to really enjoy it when they had it. I was learning fast. Not all the users we were sent to were groups or even BDSM oriented. Some were just looking to share a little sexual fun in rubber. Some singly, and some couples.
