22. The Closing of an Age.
The date for Niall’s ‘night of rubber’ arose two days after his impregnation. Connor brought him down to the cellar.
“You’re crazy, Bro, but I love you for it.” Kissing his brother Connor smiled. “It feels weird at first, but we’ll help you. You’ll be horny as hell, but until someone tells you to suck, fuck or be fucked, you can’t initiate anything.” Taking his brother’s hand, he squeezed it gently. “But, believe me—it’s fantastic …”
“Good luck,” Owain said gathering the clothing. “Enjoy the experience. Con’s right, you’ll get a hell of a kick out of the sex.”
“Ready, Niall?” Rob kissed him. “Sunset in one minute. Here we go …”
“I hope … Oh fuck …” Niall gasped as he transformed.
“You will be,” I teased as I stood behind him and watched him struggling to adjust to his lack of rigidity. “You’ll soon get used to the feeling.”
“It feels crazy …” He paused and we prepared to lead him to the portal. “Hell … all I want is to be fucked …”
“Yes. It is what we are for, and we enjoy it.” Rob told him. “Hold Connor’s hand. He will take you to your assignment and Eon will join you. Enjoy the experience.”
The portal deposited Connor, Niall and myself in a venue we know well, the ‘club’ dungeon of the Hotel Vincula. This is a hotel that caters exclusively for rubberists, and our visits to it are always busy, nor is using us confined to the ‘club’ area, as customers may book to use us after one A.M. in the privacy of their rooms. All the rooms are doubles and occupied by couples, though sometimes by three.
Niall was soon ‘getting the full experience’ in the club though it was still early and not yet in full swing. Placed over a table he was busy with users at his mouth and his butt as I lumbered past with my first users and soon I was too busy to take much note of what was happening elsewhere. It was a busy night at the hotel, and I was taken to a suite shortly after the magic one o’clock. Stepping out of the lift, I saw Niall being led to another suite further along the floor. Even with my focus being on my own needed use by my companions, I felt a momentary connection between us.
“He enjoys it, my Eon, and is satisfied that he knows what you, Connor and his future son and daughter experience.”
As always the early dawn transfer found us all in the cellar of Ruwenzori Place. Rob, Connor, Niall and I all arrived together.
“I like this way of travelling,” Niall said as we three transformed. “Hey? How come you guys … Oh!”
We all looked and Connor laughed. Niall’s dildo penis and scrotum were secured in a bright yellow silicone rubber triple ring type of sleeve. The scrotal ‘ring’ stretched his rubber balls away from his crotch, held firmly in place by the short ‘sleeve’ covering the first two inches of his rubber erection, and the thick ‘ring’ around the root of his penis and the back of his scrotum.
“You got the joker last night, Bro.” Grinning, Connor admired his brother. “It suits you, and it prevents you changing back. You look so pleased with it, maybe we should keep you like this.”
“Pay no attention to him, Niall.” Rob stepped up. “As soon as we remove it you’re going to have a monumental cum. Eon will support you from behind and Con can do the honours to remove it. Eon, don’t let him cum until Con’s got that gorgeous cock in his mouth.”
Still laughing, Connor positioned himself and I held Niall from behind, positioning my hand ready to ‘strangle’ his penis as soon as necessary. Connor set to work, first easing his brother’s scrotum out of it’s restraint, then carefully working the crotch ring free so he could ease the sleeve up the shaft.
As soon as I could I gripped the root of Niall’s cock, and squeezed, ensuring his cum could not escape. Connor caught my eye, and I nodded. In one swift move, he slid the sleeve free. Niall shivered and I held him tight against me feeling the pressure of his building ejaculation under my fingers. Connor’s mouth engulfed his brothers ‘head’ and I released my grip.
Niall shuddered, changed and bit his lip as his cum exploded into his brother’s mouth.
“Thanks, Bro,” Connor stood, licking his lips. “Even better than I remembered.” Holding up the triple ring device, he grinned. “What do you want me to do with this?”
“Can I keep it?” Sucking a deep breath, Niall turned in my grasp. “Thanks, Eon. Damn, I still feel all rubbery. Does this happen every time?”
“Not every time.” Returning his kiss, I laughed. “But often enough, and we can’t remove these things ourselves.” Helping him into his bathrobe, I swatted his butt. “Honestly now, how was it? You can tell us at breakfast or Con and Rob will have eaten everything.”
“It’s time I prepared to leave, guys.” Rob announced over breakfast. It had been an active night and all three of us had arrived back plugged, harnessed or—in Connor’s case—plugged, harnessed, hooded and gagged. “Gareth is sinking fast, and I’m only a couple of years younger than him.” Pausing he added, “And the succession will continue—Angela is close to term. Your successor will be delivered in a couple of weeks, Con.”
Since well before the wedding, Rob had been ‘serving’ mostly the older men of our Master’s following. I’d said nothing, and Connor hadn’t really noticed. Besides, as I’d now been in the Master’s service almost twenty-five years, and rob almost sixty …
“But …” The implications of this hit Connor. “But Grandad is … over eighty and you’re …”
“Yes. And I look about forty when I’m not rubber.” Rob watched Connor consider this. “And I think it’s time to pass on the enjoyment of being someone’s bondage ‘model’ to you youngster.” Pausing while we all laughed and Connor retorted. “Yes, we’re linked to our siblings, though where they show their age, we don’t.” He laughed. “We must be drinking someone’s fountain of youth I guess.”
“When do you think …?” I began. It was true, Dad was now completely bedridden and his heart was barely keeping him going.
“Sometime around Connor’s successor arriving,” Rob smiled. “In the meantime the Master has agreed to allow me to ‘retire’ from his service unless he needs me and I want to move to Moon Pond and help look after Gareth.” He held up a hand. “I don’t want to wind up like Ty, dying immediately his brother did. I want to see a little of life …” Watching us, he smiled. “And the Master says he will give me that freedom—and you will have it too in your turn.”
“When ..?” I asked. “I want to do your portrait before you retire, Rob. You’ve been our guide and our anchor …”
“Then you’d better get cracking, Eon.” Rob teased. “I’d like to move to Moon Pond at the end of the month.”
“Right,” I shot back. “Tomorrow the first sitting. No excuses this time.”
Arm in arm the three of us walked up the stairs and Falstaff’s Great Bed. Shedding our dressing gowns, we got onto the bed, Connor assuming his favourite place between us with a grin.
“Damn, I just realised! I’m not going to be the meat in this sandwich soon.”
“We’ll just have to take care you get plenty to remember it by,” I teased, my hand calming on his cock. As I knew it would, my touch sent him rubber. “Starting now. Position yourself and enter me from behind.”
“No fair …” Connor chuckled, obeying. His rigid rubber dildo cock seeking my presented manhole. “Ohh. Yes, Master Rob, fill me …”
Rob entered him from behind, the movement driving that magnificent dildo into me.
“No fair, you guys aren’t rubber …” Connor’s monotone complaint made us chuckle.
“True, but, as you’re the junior …” I began as he filled my back passage. “You get all the fun.” His rubber body now between us, the closeness meant he couldn’t move much and Rob now had control of both his own beautiful cock and any stimulation in Connor’s. “Mmmm, you feel good in there, Con. Remember, as long as you’re inside me …”
“I know … I stay rubber …” his rubber hand found my erection. “I love you guys …”
“They’re identical twins, Con! Just like us.” Clearly bursting with happiness, he hugged his brother. “And we want you to help us raise them—you know, prepare your successor …”
“What have you named them?” Rob asked. “And which one’s which?”
“We went for tradition. This little guy is Darrach—he was the first out—and this little guy is Ruahrig.” We all looked into the carry cots the twins lay asleep in. “I couldn’t believe how easy the birth was.”
“You’re a fine one to talk,” Angela swatted his arm. “I did all the work, and his nibs here just watched.” Pecking his cheek as the doorbell sounded, she laughed. “Actually, it was easy. I had a little, um, advantage thanks to the Master.”
We were joined in the living room by Glynn and Glenda. Their arrival switched everyone’s focus as news was exchanged. It was only when I helped Angela settle the twins before preparing myself for the evening’s ‘Change’ that I was able to ask what assistance the Master had provided.
“You know I can go rubber like you guys?” She grinned. “Well he gave a little help—my pelvis is, according to the experts, the wrong shape.” She laughed. “There’s a surprise—I shouldn’t be able to conceive either. My ovaries aren’t actually ovaries either. Anyway, when the contractions started, the Master changed it. The doctor didn’t notice, but my pelvis was rubber.” Her laugh was teasing. “I just stretched and the boys more or less popped out. You should have seen the faces. Hilarious.”
“I bet,” Laughing, I gave her a kiss. “You’re a real breath of fresh air, Ang. Now I have to run, sunset’s starting. See you in the morning for breakfast.”
“See you do. We’ll entertain Glynn and Glen for you.” Blowing me a kiss, she added, “Have fun.”
