8. Owain’s Reward
“We have a new member of the household,” Owain announced as he served our breakfast. “His name is Eric and he’s a cousin. Glynn brought him last night.”
“Eric?” Tynan frowned. “I have a great-nephew of that name. Why did Glynn bring him here?”
“He’s just out of hospital.” Owain paused, refilling Rob’s plate. “A month or so back he got beaten almost to death. Glynn felt he would be safer recovering here.”
“Someone beat him up?” Tynan put down his mug. “Why?”
“Some don’t need a reason to beat people like … us.” Owain’s tone was flat. “Glynn says that Eric has a been a target for some in his home town for a while. He felt we would be better carers for him …”
“Where’s—Eric—now?”
“In my bed.” Owain replied. “Sleeping.” Shrugging, he explained, “They got here around ten, last night, and Glynn had to get back. So I made Eric comfortable … but he really is in a hell of a state. They really did a number on him.”
“Okay, we’ll let him sleep for now.” Ty frowned. “Has he been seen by a doctor?”
“Yes. Glynn says he collected him from the hospital in Collinswood—he was at the university there.”
“Hmm, I’d better have a word with Doctor Havelock once I’ve seen him.” Ty’s expression was thoughtful. “He was at Collinswood?”
“That’s what Glynn said.”
“Hmm, not the best place for people like us.” Tynan grimaced. “Unless you’re in certain professions. Let me know when Eric’s awake.” Standing, he stretched. “Now I need my sleep.”
Exactly nine months after my ‘becoming’, we got the news that Glenda had delivered identical twins. Dad phoned the news through, and then arrived to visit. This was an infrequent occurrence with him. He didn’t like the city and avoided visiting it.
“They’re absolutely identical. Glenda’s named the first Niall, and the second is Connor.” Dad offered his phone with the picture. “The one on the right is Niall, Connor on the left with the yellow wrist band.”
Glenda had surprised us. While she wasn't herself into rubber, she wasn't against it, and often teased me in particular about my 'split existence'. In our turn we teased her, threatening to make Glynn one of us or to 'go rubber' when she had visitors while we were there.
“They look healthy,” Rob grinned. “Congratulations Granddad!” Hugging his brother, he said, “They’ll be a handful if they take after Glynn!”
“So far, not,” Dad replied, he grinned. “But they’ve a fair bit of growing ahead of them.” Pausing he smiled. “Funny thing, Glynn kept us up nights, you didn’t, Eon, and my father said Rob was the same.”
“Maybe Connor will keep Niall calm.” Tynan joined us quietly. “Good to see you, Gareth.” He hugged my Dad. “And good to hear the next generation is here. How’s my brother? He barely knows me now. Visited him a month back … made me realise how long its been …”
“Good to see you too, Ty. Sadly, Dad—Ruarig’s not well, as you saw.” Shaking his head, he continued, “He’s rambling now, doesn’t really know any of us any more. Doesn’t seem fair, but you don’t look more than forty …”
“I know, and I’m near as dammit double that.” Tynan shrugged. “Being what we are has its advantages, Gareth, but I’m getting tired now.” He laughed. “Can’t keep up with the youngsters anymore.”
Listening to this brought me up short as I looked at the image of my tiny successor. I knew my father was close to fifty, and looked younger, Rob looked half that, but was only a year younger … So Tynan must be at least twenty years older than my Dad. Yet he didn’t look it. In fact he looked about the same age as Rob, and now I thought about it, I still didn’t look older than eighteen, if that. And I was now past my twenty-first birthday.
“Yes, my Eon, my servants do not age as your contemporaries do.”
“So we spend decades as toys to be fucked by all in sundry? It does get wearisome, especially some of those who abuse even human companions just for their own pleasure. Even for me, and I’ve served barely a year.”
“Yes, my Eon. This is why some nights I do not send you, or send you to a familiar young user on his own and some days I allow you your human lover. Tynan has served me faithfully, and now when he goes forth on my business, it is to those who appreciate him, know him, and treat him as a friend. I will do the same for Rob and I will do the same for you—as I have done for all your predecessors.”
It made me realise that I had a long, and rather restricted life ahead of me … On the plus side, I was no longer dyslexic—and with Ty’s and Rob’s encouragement was working my way through the extensive library and really expanding my education! Plus, my paintings were in demand, and I loved the challenge of composing a painting and then rendering it to canvas.
The downside, or maybe the upside, was were were more or less perpetual teenagers as far as our libido went. Permanently randy and always ready to play little sexual tricks.
“Yup,” Rob laughed when I mentioned this. “We’re not just a hyperactive cock and balls though. The Master likes us to be well read on everything—I think he studies humanity and our ingenuity through us!”
Owain draped the dressing gown over my rubber shoulders. In the twelve months since my ‘becoming’, I’d experienced sex with men in ways and in places I’d never imagined ever visiting. In the process I’d met, and sometimes the Master had used me to influence, people ranging from extremely wealthy and the extremely powerful, to the very ordinary and even the poor and lonely—these guys were always the most enjoyable. Especially those my own ‘age’.
This night had been with people in the first category, men with a vicious twist to their enjoyment. My rubber body had been abused, contorted into shapes that would have destroyed any flesh and blood body. I don’t feel pain, though I do experience pleasure when my erogenous areas are stimulated. Some contortions we can be made to perform are not comfortable, but, again, it doesn’t bother us.
“Had fun, love?” He asked. “Rob and Ty are already upstairs. I was worried you’d not return before sun up.”
“It was still dark where I was.” Extending my arms and my fingers, I stared at my rubber hands, surprised they showed no sign of damage. “Is it past sunrise?”
“According to the clock, yes.” Owain frowned. “I wonder why you haven’t changed?”
“You cannot change yet.” The ‘voice’ in my head was louder than usual. “Owain has need of you in his bed and you have need of his attention.”
“Master, those men …”
“I know, my Eon. They are soon to meet retribution. For too long they have abused their people and their power. Today they will face the anger of their people. It was necessary to distract them, and you did so magnificently. Now go with Owain. He will show you real love, and enjoy real pleasure with you.”
“What? You mean ..?” Owain stared at me. He’d obviously heard the voice as well. “Oh boy.” He breathed. “Do you mind, Eon? Will you …?”
“Take me to your bed, Master Owain.” Slipping my still rubber hand into his, I wrapped my rubber fingers round his slim artist’s hand. “The Master honours me with his instruction.” Smiling, I kissed his cheek. “Take me to your bed and let us satisfy the desire I sense in you.”
Leading me by the hand Owain took me all the way up to his suite on the top floor.
As we entered the room, he turned, and embraced me. As our mouths met, I felt the familiar tremor of the ‘change’ strike, and suddenly I was fully human flesh and blood. In my head, the Master, murmured, “Enjoy your lover, my Eon. Today in your own flesh, unless you wish to give yourself to him in your rubber form. Then just wish it.”
“Eon … my love … you’re …” Owain gasped, holding me tight to his body.
“Myself.” Grinning, and licked his lips. “The Master says I am flesh today for you … unless you want my rubber form …”
“Oh god …” his eyes filled with tears. “Make love to me, my darling Eon … put me on the bed and enjoy making love with me …”
Easing his loose sweat pants down his legs I lifted him and laid him on the bed, then joined him. “Let’s take our time, my love. The Master says I have the day as your lover. I want it to be really special … you’re my first true ‘lover’ …”
It felt strange to be aroused, and engaging in this intense contact, and still living breathing flesh and blood. It felt incredible. Owain’s scent was intense. The sensations in my skin as he stroked me, as our bodies moved against each other were unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Owain moaned as I explored his body with my hands, my mouth, my tongue, using every trick my nights as a sex doll had taught me. He felt wonderful in my arms, responding eagerly to every touch.
Owain is as tall as I am, but slim, with creamy soft skin and though his build is slight, he is well muscled and beautifully proportioned. His penis is slim, circumcised and boasts a beautifully form ‘head’. His scrotum hangs well, and his balls are lovely to behold. They moved freely as he moved to make love to me. Still riding my hormonal surge of the night, I slowly surrendered to Owain’s control. He was between my legs, his hot mouth on my rigid member. He was an absolute expert at giving head and brought me gradually to an fantastic cum that left me breathless.
“Hungry yet, my love?” Seated astride my legs, his rigid erection on view, his precious scrotum in the valley between my thighs and his hands pinning my wrists to the bed, Owain grinned down at me. “And no, I don’t mean reciprocation … yet.”
My stomach growled and I laughed. “Sounds like it, but …”
“Then don’t move.” He was off me and the bed before I could react. “You’re getting breakfast in bed—and then I’m going to take advantage of you for as long as I can …”
In fact I was hungry. I wanted food, but I wanted that beautiful man as much if not more as I lay back against the pillows that reeked of him, of his tears and his lust … He wasn’t gone long at all, and returned with a tray loaded for two.
“Rob and Ty say we must enjoy our day.” Placing the tray on a table, he presented me with a loaded plate. “So you’re going to get waited on hand and foot …”
“Then, my love, give me that gorgeous entree´ you’re waving at me …” Taking the plate I put it on the nightstand, then, reaching across as he turned, I grasped his erection. “It’s been a long time since I feasted on such a beautiful object in this form. Remind me what it’s like …”
He sighed as I began to explore his beautiful organ with my lips and tongue. He tasted as fabulous as I’d hoped. Drawing on what I knew the men I serviced in my rubber form liked, I gave him the full treatment, starting with his scrotum. His well filled balls responded to being gently sucked into my mouth, and after a few minutes, I released them and began to explore his now throbbing member, nibbling, licking and exploring the shaft with my lips. He leaked precum as I worked, moaning softly as I explored the most sensitive parts until I took the whole of his swollen and exposed glans into my mouth and began to fuck my mouth on it.
His cum was tasty, and I sucked it down eagerly, enjoying his response. When he finally softened, I released him, moved to place my hands astride him and leaned down to kiss him, my cum laden tongue slipping into his mouth.
“Consider that the first instalment, my love.” I whispered, moving to position myself beside him and embrace him. “Now I need that beautiful breakfast, and then we’re going to make love again, and again …”
“I think I’ve died, and gone to heaven,” he whispered. “Eat your breakfast, love.” Kissing my nipple, he sighed. “I’m just going to lie here, holding you, while you eat …”
He’d evidently anticipated my wanting to make love. He’d created a fabulous ‘continental breakfast’ for me, loaded with protein and nothing that could get cold if I delayed eating it. It was perfect. Once I’d eaten my fill, I sank down beside him and thanked him with kisses, and some teasing fondling.
“Eon,” he sighed. “Are you enjoying this as much as I am? I know you have sex all the time …”
“Owain …” Kissing him, I pulled him against me. “This is different for me … when I’m rubber, I’m just a sex toy. Sex is what I do, what I am.” Gripping his semi-erect member, I paused. “If you want to know—yes, it is pleasure. Our only desire is to give and receive sexual pleasure.” Kissing him gently, I smiled at his expression. “It’s completely different to when we make love in our flesh and blood form. We don’t cum when we’re rubber—except when the Master allows. We get a sort of major orgasm. We only ‘cum’ when the Master allows it. We do get a lot of pleasure from being enjoyed, but being here, flesh and blood, and in bed with you is different. It’s … more fun. And I love that you want to make love with me …” Kissing him again, I said, “Make a wish, my love. The Master has given me to you for today as myself, and I’m enjoying it—enjoying being your lover, not a toy, your lover. So make a wish and let’s see what I can do to fulfil it.”
“Before I do.” He placed a finger across my lips. “Please tell me how it’s different?”
“How …” Kissing him, I paused. “Never had to think about it … but when I’m rubber, it’s … enjoyable, fun, and feels pretty good. Being solid rubber, we’re flexible, and we don’t feel pain, only pleasure. It also means we can have sex in positions that are impossible otherwise, and some of our users are very creative. The downside is we are a bit limited when it comes to moving or doing anything other than having sex. Any sexual position is easy. We don’t have to struggle for it, it just happens. As I said, my only purpose is to give and receive sexual pleasure. To be used for it … The real buzz comes when I’m back to this state … then all the hormones and everything else kicks in and I guess you could say I get quite ‘high’—also why we need to sleep for a few hours.” Pulling him against me, so our cocks touched. “For a few hours after I change back — everything smells, feels, much more intense. Like now.” Kissing him, I said, “You smell fabulous. I can smell your desire. I can smell your precum … and it’s making me randy …” Kissing him, I propped myself on one elbow, my thigh over his. “So make a wish, dear Owain, and I’ll fulfil it if I can.”
“Would you …” His hand gripped my erection. “Um, I know you’re … But would you ..?” He swallowed. “Breed me, please? Face to face? Um … in your other state?”
“Like this?” I shuddered as I became my rubber form.
“Oh my …” His arms tightened round my body and he pulled me close. “Yes! Yes, Eon, like this …”
“If you wish, Master Owain, but I have a request.” In my head I could hear the Master. “You will impregnate him, my Eon. It will be to his benefit in future.”
“Name it, love.” Owain’s embrace was firm. “Gods but you feel amazing like this … So soft, so pliable, so … sexy.”
“I wish you to fuck me in a special way, Master … I will guide you when you are ready.”
“Anything you want, you beautiful man … Take me, please, Eon. Fill me with that gorgeous member.” Moving carefully he positioned himself, reaching up with his hands as he raised and spread his legs. “Fuck me, Eon. Let me feel you stretching me …”
Positioning myself carefully, I obeyed his wish. My rubber dildo cock, slick with the lubricant I exuded automatically, pressed against his opening and he gasped, then bit his lip, his eyes screwed shut as his muscle stretched and then admitted me. With his legs over my shoulders and his arms gripping my waist, my cock sank deeper until it was full inside him.
For a long moment I remained still. His eyes opened, and he smiled.
“You feel … amazing,” he whispered. “So good …”
Slowly I began to thrust, and he sighed in pleasure though his own member lay slack on his abdomen as I humped. He grunted with each deep thrust, soft moans of pleasure escaping his throat as the tempo built.
The ‘orgasm’ in my rubber cock built slowly, then convulsed my rubber body. My cock went deep and I sensed the rush of the latex ‘cum’. Below me, Owain’s eyes widened in surprise, then he grinned and tightened his legs over my back and his arms held me firmly in place.
“Yes! Oh yes … Oh Eon …” His legs eased their hold as a slightly dazed expression replaced the grin. “Oh gods … that feels … wonderful …”
“He wished to experience your state, my Eon.” The Master’s voice was in my head. “I will grant him that favour. In two nights time he will be as you are for one night only.”
Owain sucked a deep breath and shook himself, easing his grip.
“That … was … amazing …” He chuckled. “And you’re still hard.” Between us his own member was now rigid. “Oh, and now I’m …” Biting his lip he looked into my face. “You wanted me to …”
“Yes, Master Owain.” Slowly I eased myself out of his pussy and he lowered his legs. “We must change places and I will need your assistance to get into the right position to receive you …”
He was quick and gentle as he helped me to first place my legs so that they were behind my head with my arms passing across the back of my thighs and my wrists and hands secured beneath me. This raised my perineum, curling me over my own abdomen, lifting my full rubber scrotum to the base of my shaft and stretches my rubber buttocks wide so my opening is perfectly positioned for his entry. Now the head of my rubber cock rested against my face.
“Is that comfortable?” Hie asked, licking his lips and grasping his manhood.
“Every position is comfortable to us, Master. We are flexible to give our user pleasure. Place my penis in my mouth, and then enjoy my man-pussy, Master.”
“Eon, I …” He stopped, then gently gripped my rubber member. “You want me to put your … in your mouth?”
“Yes, Master Owain. Then fuck me as hard as you like.” I kissed my cock, my tongue seeking a hold on it. “Your movements cause me to fuck my own mouth and I enjoy it …”
“If you …” Guiding my cock he inserted it into my mouth. Positioning himself, he slowly eased his rigid member into my waiting opening, and I wrapped my tentacle tongue round it to pull it into my mouth.
“He will take some time to reach his climax, my Eon. I will see to that!” My Master sounded amused. “He has wanted this from you for a while. I will ensure he has the maximum enjoyment from it.”
Owain certainly got that. I lost count of how many times he experienced a ‘dry’ orgasm, and he was exhausted by the time he did achieve an ejaculation. I loved every minute of it, his thrusts causing me to fuck my own mouth, with the bonus of my having multiple orgasms in both my engaged openings.
He could barely manage to untangle my arms and legs when he finally recovered his breath and some energy. I reverted to my flesh form as he collapsed beside me, and wrapped him in my arms. He had a radiant look on his face as I spooned him, and murmured happily, “The Master says he will grant my wish …”
“The Master always gives us what we most desire. Sleep now, Owain.” I whispered. “We have the rest of this day and the night together. Now we need some rest.”
Owain would not tell me what he’d wished for, and the rest of our day and night together saw us making love several times, pausing only to see Rob and Ty depart for the night’s custom. To my surprise I did not ‘go rubber’ at sundown, and remained in my flesh form for the night. We met them on their return, after I’d helped prepare the breakfast.
