Abducted

Walking home in the pouring rain is not my favourite pastime, especially at night. I usually ride my bike, but not on the dark country lanes I have to traverse to get to the small cottage I rent from a farmer if I am working late. If I am out of an evening, I usually use a taxi to get to where I’m going, and home again, though most don’t like to drive the hundred yards or so along the track to my cottage. Most of the time the place is perfect. I’m a writer, a bit of a loner, and I like my privacy. I class myself as mildly bisexual, though I’ve never actually had sex with another man. I also do ninety percent of my work from home! Now, with my hood pulled over my head, I walked as rapidly as I could along the rather open track across the field to my house.

Suddenly the rain stopped. Or it stopped landing on me and the area around me. In fact I seemed to be surrounded by a sort of curtain of water. Everything went still as I stopped walking, wondering what the hell was happening. Something inside my head screamed run for the house, but I found myself unable to move — like being in a nightmare where you can see something nasty approaching, but can’t move a muscle … Then the world stopped. I was aware of movement, of someone holding my ankles, of my clothes being removed, but it was all unreal. Detached, unrelated to anything I recognised, and then … Nothing.

The dream was incredibly vivid, and full of sensations. In it I was in a semi-reclining position on my back, my legs raised and splayed wide, and my arms fixed to rigid rests at ninety degrees to my shoulders. Other figures seemed to be busy around me, all of them unrecognisable, all of them shiny black rubber mannequins. From what I could see of myself, I appeared to be dressed in the same skintight black latex, and my penis was encased in a device that covered my crotch and induced the most wonderfully erotic sensations in it. Bewilderingly, my mouth appeared to be filled by a detailed dildo and there was something filling my anus as well.

Unable to stop myself, I felt my cock explode in the most awesome ejaculation I’d ever experienced, and then I was joined by more figures in shiny black latex, their maleness and arousal plain. They adjusted several things outside of my sight — I appeared to be very firmly strapped to whatever I was laying on — and suddenly I was swallowing a most refreshing and tasty nectar … Then, after a second wonderful and all consuming ejaculation, everything changed again. The ‘dream’ took on an even more unreal appearance. Another figure was placed beside me in the same position and restraint. I saw the strange mannequins insert what looked like a big plug into his anus, and the gag they strapped into his mouth had a pipe attached. 

All the while the thing encasing my cock continued its massaging of my cock. It was bliss, it was torture, it was unbelievably erotic …

I woke up in my own bed, naked and feeling more alive than I could recall. I also had a raging erection. But, how had I got here? And who could I hear downstairs in my kitchen? Throwing back the duvet, I slipped out of bed. Now if there is one thing every man knows more intimately than anything else about his anatomy, he knows his cock. Now I stared at mine in shock. It had been a fairly modest organ, cut, with a nicely shaped ‘head’ and a reasonable length and girth, enough to be fun, to do the business with the few women I’d courted, but not spectacular.

Now, it was thicker, longer and heavier, and my balls matched it. My pubic hair was also missing, as in gone. No trace of hair under my arms, in my crotch, on my arms or my legs. I was yanked back to paying attention as someone began to come upstairs. I grabbed the duvet and wrapped it round my waist aware that my erection was now even harder and, worse, very obvious.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Mike, my occasional drinking buddy and friend, grinned. He was dressed in just a teeshirt and pair of lycra cycling leggings, the bulge in his crotch on display. “Hope you don’t mind, we were both soaked last night, and you were so out of it … Your kitchen door was unlocked, so when you didn’t answer, I let myself in. It was too late to head home, and it was raining …” He eyed me, a silly smile on his face. “I was going to leave you a note, but then I heard you …”

I dragged my eyes out of the bulge in his crotch. Why hadn’t I noticed how sexy he was before this? “No,” I swallowed. His package looked so inviting, I wanted to reach out and touch … I shook my head, what the hell was the matter with me? “No, it’s fine. I got soaked getting home last night, and then something weird happened … It’s been a weird night, one way or another.”

“It was, for both of us.” He grinned, putting down the two mugs of coffee. “Why don’t you just lay down on the bed and let me deal with that beaut demanding attention there, and then you can tell me all about your part of it …”

I made to protest, but he had the duvet off me and thrown aside, his arms round me, and his mouth covering mine before I got any further than, “But …” I surrendered to his embrace, surrendering to his demanding tongue, his caresses and finally his total domination as he laid me on my back, then knelt between my legs and took total control of my cock.

He knew exactly what he was doing, bringing me to the edge, and then stopping until I was whimpering and begging him to let me ejaculate. Then he, now naked, lay on top of me, his erection, as hefty as my own, pressed into my stomach, and smiled. “I will give you what you want on one condition.”

“Anything, Mike,” I smiled. I’m not rich, and I haven’t much anyway. What could he possibly want that I had? “What do you want from me?”

He grinned. “You. As my latex sub. My lover. My slave when I need you to be. I want you to live with me.” He gripped my rigid cock. “I want this to be available when I want it and how I want it.” He grinned. “Or you’ll never have another cumshot.”

“What?” I gasped. I read his expression. What had he done to me?

“I haven’t ‘done’ anything.” He grinned. “But last night I was waiting for you to come home, and I saw what happened to you — and managed to make them do it to me, with a little extra.” He paused. “Fuck, it was too good a chance. Do you remember dreaming? It wasn’t a dream.” He grinned. “I’ve fancied you like fuck since we met, so when I saw what was happening to you — I got on board. They weren’t expecting a volunteer, but they were happy to have me.” He squeezed my swollen cock. “So what’s your answer?”

I considered, the ‘dream’ and the fantastic sensations coming back. “Does saying yes mean I have to wear latex, get strapped and chained down, and letting you fuck me?”

“Yes.” He grinned. “They put you to bed as you woke up — and left me to explain it to you when you woke up. We’re both keyed to latex now, and bondage.”

“Then I hope you’ve brought something to tie me up and gag me while you suck out my balls and then fill me with the content of yours!” I paused, grinning at him. “Because the answer is ‘yes’. I am your latex sub, your lover, your slave. Show me what they’ve done to me last night. Take me and make sure I know I’m now your sub-slave ..!”

“Good. Our friends left me the equipment. Stretch out your arms to the headboard.”

I did, and he snapped heavy cuffs to my wrists. I grinned. “And my ankles?”

“Something better.” He unfolded a strange looking device. “Lift your butt.”

I did and he slipped the thick rubber under me, then fastened the heavy ‘corset’ around my midriff. With it tightly secured, he attached strange pieces to the side of it. Thick and wide rubber and moulded plastic cuffs now embraced my thighs, and further extensions held my ankles wide apart. Before I knew it, my legs were raised and spread in a way that gave him complete access to my crotch and to my opening. Then he produced a muzzle style gag. Filling my mouth with the solid rubber dildo he strapped it firmly into place, even as I realised that the ‘corset’ around my waist was secured to the sides of the bed frame by hefty cargo straps.

Positioning himself between my legs he smiled. “They filled your butt with a special gel last night. Mine too. I’m going to fuck you, and then ride your cock …” He hesitated. “They said that once we’ve got each other’s cum inside us, we’ll be bound to each other and to them. Only you will be able to make me cum, and only I will be able to bring you off — unless they want us. You saw their outfits?”

I nodded. “Well the price of them fixing me as your lover is that we are from now on theirs.”

I stared. Then nodded, may desire for his cock rising. I flexed my hips, trying to indicate I was ready. 

He leaned down and kissed me. “Then here we go.”

I arched my back as far as I could to receive him as his solid glans parted my muscle. Lights exploded in my head as he drove himself fully home, and then I surrendered myself completely to his thrusting, driving, cock. I wasn’t aware of when he came, only that. He was no longer filling me with his cum, and now he straddled my hips and my cock was inside him. The sensation blew what was left of my mind. I had no idea how long it lasted. It seemed to be forever. Then my cock exploded and I felt myself ram it deep inside him.

The world took on a fuzzy appearance, and it was some time before I realised I was free, and that Mike was helping me stand. We embraced, and I tried to get my brain to function as our mouths met in a passionate kiss, our now spent and softening cocks between us.

Eventually I managed, “I hope you plan to do that to me regularly.”

He chuckled. “I think we can count on it.” He kissed me gently again. “Thank you.”

“For what? For letting you send me out of this world and back again?” I grinned. “When do I get to dress in latex for you?”

He laughed. “They said we would feel the desire for it as soon as we had intercourse, so they left us some suits.” He grinned. “As the sub, yours is over there. It has a couple of special features. Put it on. Mine’s downstairs, so I’ll get dressed and start breakfast.”

The suit felt fantastic. The rubber felt like liquid in my hands as I picked it up. There was no zip anywhere and it had an attached hood. Clearly the only way to get into it was through the opening  in the hood. I experimented and found the latex very elastic and the inside of the suit was slick with some sort of lubricant. Carefully I opened it up, and worked my legs into it. Once it started to admit me, it was hard work, but slowly it slipped up my legs and then I hauled the body of it up above my waist while I sorted out inserting my cock into the open sheet, and my scrotum into the bag provided. 

With that done I set to work and soon had the suit fully on and eased the hood over my head. Now I could see what Mike had meant about it having a couple of ‘special’ features. One, obviously, was the sheath for my cock. There was an opening at my butt hole as well and my feet fitted into a tailored foot which separated my big toe, and my hands into glove-mitts that left my index finger and thumb separate, but enclosed the ring, third and small finger in a single sleeve. Thicker elements at my wrists and elbows sported steel D-rings, suggesting I could be restrained like this, and a similar heavier band around my waist also boasted anchor points. With the hood on, I flexed my arms and legs, revelling in the sensation as the latex adjusted itself to a perfect fit.

My mirror showed my reflection as a shiny black latex doll, only my face and my cock head exposed, and, as I watched, my cock hardened into a stiff erection. I slipped my feet into the neoprene type slippers and made my way downstairs.

Mike was waiting, a vision in black latex, though, from the absence of anchor points on his suit and the fact it lacked a hood and gloves, clearly different. He wore a sort of harness over his suit and his crotch was covered by a heavy codpiece, though he was, like me, clearly aroused. He stepped forward as I entered the living room, in his hands a codpiece similar to his own.

He smiled, pulling me into an embrace. Our mouths met and our kiss was full of hunger. “Later,” he said, stepping back. “Let me put this on you, then we can eat.”

“Yes, Master,” I said. It seemed appropriate to use that title for him. I stood still while he fitted the pouch carefully, then adjusted the waist and side straps. His suit, like mine, was moulded to his body — almost as if the latex was attached to his skin in some way. He finished adjusting it, straightened up and immediately pulled me into a tight embrace, his mouth once more engulfing mine in a hungry and demanding kiss.

As we broke the kiss I held him close. “Mike? I have to ask, why did you come out here last night? Did you know what was going to happen?”

He frowned. “Truthfully? I don’t know. I just knew I had to come here and wait for you.” He grinned. “And I stood there for about half an hour cursing myself and wondering what the fuck I was going to give as an excuse …” His mouth found mine. “I’d almost decided to just come out to you and ask you to be my lover when you arrived and then things started to happen.”

“Well, whatever brought you, I’m glad you’re here. And I’m glad we’re going to share this …”

“So am I,” he replied, kissing me again. “And now we eat,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to where he’d laid out breakfast. He held my chair and waited until I was seated, then leaned down and kissed my cheek. “How does it feel?” He asked. “I bet you wouldn’t have believed this if anyone told you we’d be here like this yesterday.”

I grinned. “You’re right, I’d have laughed at them. How does it feel?” I paused. “Actually, bloody fabulous.” I adjusted my position. The codpiece seemed to have an inner tube which now encased my rigid cock. Some texture inside the tube sent little waves of pleasure through my cock with every movement. “And this codpiece …”

He chuckled. “Keeping you interested is it?”

“It certainly is,” I laughed. “Damn, you’re right I’d never have believed anyone yesterday who tried to tell me I’d be sat here, dressed like this today! What the hell have you done to me?” I grinned. “On second thoughts, I hope you plan to keep doing it!”

“What do you remember from last night?” he asked. 

“Not a lot. I thought it was a very strange erotic dream. I was on my back, strapped into some sort of chair I think. There was something in my butt, I was gagged by something else, and my cock was in some sort of milking machine. There were people around me in rubber as well, and they were doing things on machines I couldn’t see — but at one point I felt my butt fill with something, and several times I was swallowing some sort of goop.” I paused. “Then I woke up in my own bed, with my cock much larger, naked and heard you downstairs.”

“Anything else? What about immediately before the dream? What about as you walked to the house?”

I frowned. “It was pissing down, and I was soaked, but suddenly it was raining all around, but not on me.” I shook my head. “Then nothing until the dreaming started.”

He nodded. “I was waiting at your gate, and saw you coming. Then I saw this big thing move overhead — a bloody great disc of a thing. I saw you sort of fall, and then you were sort of floating upwards and I ran forward and grabbed your ankle. They were a bit surprised to get both of us!” Mike grinned. “You were in a sort of Zombie trance, but it hadn’t affected me. When I saw what they were planning with you, I made it clear that I wanted it too.”

“How did they react to that?”

“They agreed — but there was a price.” He paused. “I didn’t think you’d mind, and I’ve fancied you like fuck since we met …”

“I don’t mind, though it is a bit of a surprise to find myself going from sort of bisexual if I think about it, to full on Gay sub fetishist!” My latex encased hand found his. “What’s the price?”

“Two things. First, we had to be partners, keyed to each other sexually, one as the Master, the other the Sub. They decided I was to be the Master, and you the sub, I don’t know how or why. Second, their species is unable to reproduce, so they need our sperm.” He paused. “We’ll be visited, taken to their facility and milked at intervals.” He swallowed. “They warned me it is quite intense. And our taste for being in latex will increase until we have to live in it all the time.”

“All the time? In latex? Like this? How will we, you know, go shopping? Or anything else?”

“They said that when the time comes, they’ll help us.” He hesitated, holding my eye. “They were originally only going to do you. I persuaded them that it was better to take us both, so we can keep each other company.”

I thought about it for a while, then drained my coffee cup and smiled. “Okay, so now I’m your latex lover, slave … I’ll take the stuff to the kitchen. I’d like my master to follow in a few minutes and impale me with that wonderful cock he’s got in his codpiece, then march me into the back garden and fuck me.”

He grinned. “In the garden? Sounds like a bit of a statement.” He watched me, a smile on his lips. “Okay. Put that stuff in the kitchen, then face the window and put your hands on the counter. That’ll put you in just the right position for me.”

“Yes, Master!” I carried the breakfast things through to the kitchen and positioned myself. I heard him enter the room, felt him position himself, then his hands gripped my hips. His swollen glans kissed my tight opening … “Oh! Ooooo!” My face reflected in the window showed my mouth forming a perfect O and my eyebrows arched above my wide open eyes as his rigid member entered me. “Oooo, mmmm, yesssss. Thank you, Master. You feel so good inside me …”

He chuckled. “You feel fantastic wrapped round my cock.” His hands gripped my hips firmly. “Ready to walk to the garden?”

I caught my breath. “Yes, Master. Ready.”

The distance from where we started to the door was about six feet. Two steps at most normally, but doing it while impaled be someone’s cock, is something else. I opened the door, and let him steer us through it. My garden has a view over the fields. It’s at the top of a hill, so I have views from here over quite a wide sweep of landscape, currently mostly pasture. On the patio is a table and chairs for when I sit outside, and now he had me grip the edge of the table, and fucked me properly.

“Happy?” He whispered as his cock pulsed deep inside me, filling me again with his cream.

“Yes!” I replied. My hands cupped his bott and held him firmly against me, his cock still deep inside me.

“Good. Now we have to decide where we live — my flat, or this house.”

“Can you move in here? Moving my books and reference stuff would be a nightmare, and this place is bigger — and more private than yours!” I squeezed my muscle gripping his softening cock. “And we’ll be more easily accessible to those guys … when they come for us.”

He paused, hugging me to his chest. “Yes, it would work for me.” His lips found my cheek. “I can bring my clothes over as soon as I can get to the flat and chuck them in a suitcase. We’ve three months before the lease ends. Plenty of time shift the rest.”

I felt his cock slip free of my hole and turned gently in his arms. “Then let’s go and fetch your things together.” I kissed his mouth. “I think I’ve enough Master spunk in me now to last a round trip. How about your work?”

He laughed. “I’m a freelance photographer. I can work from here.” Arm in arm we walked back to the house. “Right. We’ll have to strip out of our rubber, but our friends left us some gear we can wear under our ordinary kit.” His kiss was gentle. “Need a hand to get out of your suit?”

“Yes, please.” I grinned as he reached to help me stretch the face opening. “Though I think I want to put it on again as soon as we get back. I love the feel of it …”

Our mouths met. “Mmm, so do it,” he murmured between kisses. “So, yes, I think you should.”

It took a couple of hours to pack his things, the photographic gear and his iMac system and get it into the van he hired. Partly because we took time out for him to enjoy my erection and make me feed him my spunk. Then we made a detour to a top fetish shop, and splurged on a heavy duty strait jacket for me. We finally got back to the cottage and unloaded everything mid afternoon.

Mike grinned as I put down the last of his bags in the spare bedroom — by agreement now to be his workroom —and said, “Time you got back into rubber I think. Want to go full suit again?”

“Yes!” I laughed. “What about you?”

“Oh yes.” He grinned. “They said we’d both need to wear at least some rubber all the time from now on — and this thong just isn’t enough!”

“You’re right,” I replied, peeling my teeshirt. I stopped as the doorbell sounded. “Damn! I’ll get that. I wonder who it is?”

It was my landlord, and he wasn’t alone. He grinned as I opened the door. “Hi, Pete, Jim and I reckoned we’d better come over and welcome you guys to what we call the ‘club’.”

I took in the fact Jim appeared to be wearing nothing more than a pair of rubber chest high waders with a tailored look to the way they fitted and showed off his physique, and Hermann, my landlord who owned the farm, was wearing a similar pair with a teeshirt. “Club?” I asked. Remembering my manners, I stepped back, aware of Mike coming down the stairs. “Won’t you come in? I was going to call to tell you Mike, my friend, is moving in with me.”

Hermann grinned and stepped through the door. His companion closed it behind them as Mike joined us and I introduced them “Sure, no problem.” He paused. “We’ve been expecting you to be called, and last night we got a message that you guys were joining us on the Heveyan program.” He slipped an arm around Jim. “They visited last night and we saw them take you guys. You had fun?”

“You bet.” Mike slipped his arms round my waist and pressed himself to my back. “We were just going to get changed,” he laughed, “into something more exciting.”

“It has that effect,” Jim replied, kissing his partner. “We find wearing anything but these waders for longer than a couple of hours makes us uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” Hermann laughed. “I’ve got to chain him up in the barn for a couple of days if I take him out of that outfit for more than an hour!” He hugged his partner. “Anyway, we just wanted to come over and tell you we’re all in the same boat. Anything you guys need, we’re here.” He paused. “Oh yes, and in case you’re wondering how you’ll manage your work from here on — don’t worry, our Masters, the Heveyans  will make sure you get plenty, and that it pays well.” He indicated the landscape. “I couldn’t for the life of me make this place produce enough to pay — then the Heveyans took me one night and did things to my manhood, and to my taste in lovers …” He laughed. “And now we have the best crops, all produced organically, we never want for anything in the bank, and everyone leaves us alone.”

“Thanks,” I said, aware of the stiffening organ pressed against my butt. “Mike and I are just getting settled.”

“Yes, and the first few days you’re both randy as hell,” Jim joked. “Come on, Master Hermann, I can see Pete needs to give his master some attention …”

“Cheeky,” Hermann smiled. “We’ll let ourselves out guys, call round when you are ready.” He winked. “Dressed however you feel comfortable.”

The door had barely closed when my jeans hit the floor, my teeshirt and thong joined them. Then I was on my knees enjoying my lover’s gorgeous cock. I was still savouring his spunk when he marched me upstairs and inserted me into my full rubber suit and again. Before strapping and chaining me to the bed while he dressed in readiness to enjoy my assets … 

It took several days for us to settle down, but we did, eventually, find our balance. And work started arriving for me and for Mike. It wasn’t a flood, but it was steady, and it paid. Better than I had previously enjoyed. I found myself amazingly comfortable with being Mike’s lover, slave, sub, whatever mood took us, and our sexual games and the accompanying lovemaking was intense but incredibly satisfying. 

Around the house my usual outfit became a pair of latex leggings with a comfortable codpiece, and a teeshirt. Out doors I wore neoprene boots with it, only pulling jeans on over these on the rare occasions I had to go into town. If we needed a car, we borrowed Hermann’s Landrover, and filled it with petrol, otherwise my bike and Mike’s was enough transport.

“Our Heveyan Masters require our presence,” Mike greeted me with his customary kiss. “Hermann met me as I came home. They require all of us fully rubbered in the suits they supplied, and we’re to go to Hermann’s barn. He says they’re going to ‘harvest’ us.”

“I wondered when …” I saved my file. “Okay, must we go straight away? It’s still daylight.”

“That’s what Hermann said.” He grinned. “And so what? Come on. We’d better hurry, or they’ll be upset.”

“Better help me get into mine then,” I said, the thought of walking to the old farmhouse in my all enclosing latex suit in broad daylight strangely exciting. “Then I can help you.”

“You got it,” Mike replied already stripping. “Let’s get to work.”

Half an hour later we set out, hand in hand across the field. I felt excited, nervous, and at the same time completely happy. Hermann met us at the barn, for once not wearing waders, but, like Mike in a skintight latex suit. 

“Good, you’re here. Come on, the Masters are waiting and they have the portal open.”

“Portal?” I asked.

“Yes, sort of inter dimensional thing. It takes us directly into their facility.” Hermann closed the door behind us. “This is your first time? It’s pretty intense and lasts a lot longer than you think. But on our side of the portal it’s a couple of hours.” He grinned. “Takes a bit of getting used to. This way.”

We followed, not quite sure what to expect. Hermann stepped into an empty stall, and vanished. Mike stared. “Okay, I guess we just do the same. You first.”

“Yes, Master.” I hesitated. “Kiss me please?”

He did, and I walked into the stall. There was a moment of total weirdness, and then I was stood in a brightly lit chamber. It certainly wasn’t what I’d expected. Two obviously ‘male’ rubber mannikins stepped forward and indicated I was to follow them just as Mike appeared behind me. Tow more of the mannikins stepped up and indicated they wanted him to follow, so, flanked by these enigmatic shiny black rubber figures, we walked across the chamber and through an opening.

Here we found ourselves facing four identical reclined seats arranged on a curve around a central console. These had supports for the occupants legs which raised and parted them exposing the anus and giving access to your crotch. Similar supports for the arms indicated the occupant would not be going anywhere until released. Studying the nearest I realised that this must have been what I was in when I been abducted. Hermann and Jim were already being strapped into the two on the left, and now I was led to the second on the right. A new and very clearly female figure supervised my being positioned in the chair and then, placing her finger tip to my temple ‘said’ telepathically I guessed, “You will now be given a stimulant to maximise your sperm production. You may experience some discomfort until you are ready for harvesting, and the harvesting process will last for several hours and give intense pleasure. Do you wish to remain fully aware and observe the full experience as we harvest you and your companions?”

I hesitated a moment, then glanced at where Mike was secured. He winked. “Yes.” I said. “I want to be fully aware and experience this fully.”

“Very well.” She seemed amused. “We will now disable your penis. You will have no sensation in it until you are ready for harvesting. You will, however, experience an increase in the desire for sexual contact and release during this phase.”

I winced as one of the male figures inserted a large plug into my butt, and another removed my codpiece, then fitted something tight over my glans.

A moment later I let out a gasp as my cock jerked, and then went limp. Before I could say anything I was gagged and helpless. In a way the next few hours were extremely boring. She was right, my libido was on a sharp rising curve, but there was no ‘relief’ at all. My scrotum seemed to be swelling, in fact it got quite uncomfortable, but with no ability to move, and nothing I could have done anyway …

The figures were back. The thing on my cock was removed, and replaced by a much larger unit that completely covered my crotch and my scrotum. Suddenly I could feel my cock again, and then some. The first ejaculation was more of an explosion. I lost track completely. It was exquisite, it was utter torture, it was fantastic … And it seemed to go on, and on, and on …

In a daze I let the rubber mannikins help me stand. I felt weak, my brain filled with fog. I walked between them to … and then I was standing in the stall in the barn with Mike, Hermann and Jim.

None of us spoke. What was there to say? And we were all absolutely exhausted. Mike and I made our way home across the field, aware of the sunset, aware of the smell of the earth, the grass, the birdsong and the beauty around us. Neither of us spoke, and, at home, we stripped out of the suits, showered, drank some tea — and went to bed in each other’s arms.

“Mike,” I whispered as we dozed. “Is this the way it’ll be in future?”

“That’s what Hermann says.” His lips brushed my cheek. “Every three months, sometimes more …”

“Every three months? Wow.” I chuckled. “It was unbelievably good …” I was silent for a while. “If we’re going to get this regularly the future is going to be fucking intense!”

“Yes. No wonder Hermann and Jim never wear anything but those waders.” He laughed. “I think we’re going to be rubbered up twenty-four-seven in the not too distant.” His kiss was gentle. “I think I can handle that! Good night, beloved.”

“Mmmm,” I responded, snuggling into his embrace. “Rubbered up twenty-four-seven? Yes, I can live like that …”

One of the effects of our session in Heveya was apparent when I woke up the next morning. As usual I had an erection, but my scrotum was swollen and rather prominent. I stared at it, not wanting to wake Mike, still asleep next to me. Carefully I examined it, surprised it wasn’t painful, and then discovered that my balls were twice their normal size.

Mike stirred. His eyes opened and he grinned, his hand reaching for my rigid cock. “Now that looks like someone happy and ready for his master.”

“Always, Master.” I kissed him. “Would Master like to restrain me? My balls seem to be fully loaded for him.”

“Of course.” He grinned. “Raise your arms.”

“Yes, Master.” I raised my arms to the bedhead and he clamped the cuffs to my wrists. My ankles followed, secured to the foot of the bed. 

He studied me for a moment, then leaned over, opened the nightstand drawer and produced a heavy rubber hood. “I think this will make sure you know you’re mine.”

The hood slipped over my face, blindfolding me and fixing a wide tube in my mouth. He zipped it closed, and I felt him lock the collar. Then his fingers were teasing my nipples, and then his lips were kissing my body all the way down to … I drowned as he began to enjoy my cock. As always he knew exactly what he was doing, and he had me writhing in pleasure in no time at all. And he kept me there, wanting release, but denied it, for what felt like hours.

I felt the rising ejaculation and groaned. He sensed it, and worked to bring me to that peak. And then it happened. I howled through the tube as my balls heaved and my cock exploded, the first massive cum shot followed by a series of smaller ones. Mike clearly struggled to cope with the quantity of spunk I was ejecting, and his mouth left my cock, leaving it to spray several more bursts of spunk over my torso.

It was still pulsing from my now slackening member when he changed position, and his cock filled my mouth. He wasted no time on niceties, and simply fucked my face. His cum, like mine, was huge, and I couldn’t swallow fast enough. Fortunately he realised the problem and pulled his still erupting cock out of the tube with the result I was not only coated with my own cum, but now my hooded head, shoulders and upper body was given a good coating of his as well.

Even after he released me, I was in no hurry to change my situation, revelling in my coating of spunk. He grinned as I blinked when he removed the hood. “Happy?”

“Mmmm, I love it.” I kissed his cheek. “But now I have to get into rubber.”

“What? As you are?”

I smiled. “Yes! As I am, coated in my master’s cum.” I paused. “In the suit they gave me yesterday before sending for us.”

“Then you’d better get dressed.” He hesitated, studying the new suit I pointed to. “It was delivered yesterday? It looks just the thing for the state you’re in now.”

It was. Like the first suit it had attached gloves and feet, the gloves also separated the index finger and thumb, but put the remaining three fingers into a single sleeve- In fact being coated in my lover’s spunk made fitting it easier, though, without thinking, I first took the hood I’d just been wearing and wiped the spunk coating it over my face and head. Then I pulled the attached hood of the suit over my face and head, and turned so Mike could secure the zip and collar. Once he’d fitted the hefty codpiece over my now sheathed cock and balls, he planted a kiss on my lips and grinned.

“Feeling better now?”

“Yes, Master.” I knelt and kissed the tip of his gorgeous cock. “May I prepare my Master’s breakfast?”

He laughed, his hands on my shoulders. “You may, and I’ll get dressed while you do.” Drawing me to my feet he laughed. “Fuck, if I’d known he hot you look in rubber when we met …”

I laughed. “I’d have run a mile if you’d even hinted at it.” I paused, thinking about it. “I don’t know what the Heveyas have done to me, or to you, but — oh fuck it, I like they way it’s turned out. No, I LOVE the way it’s turned out.”

We’d just finished Breakfast and I was clearing the dishes when Hermann knocked at the open back door. He smiled as he took in our outfits. “Looks like they’ve really given you boys the full fetish dose.” He put a box on the kitchen table. “Thought I’d bring you some fresh eggs, veg and stuff.” He winked. “And check you’d both survived your first full session with our lords and mistresses.”

“We survived okay,” Mike replied, glancing at me. “But we seem to have developed a sort of multiple cum shot and boy, do we produce cum now!”

“Yeah, meant to warn you about that.” Hermann grinned sheepishly. “They’ve altered our testicles somehow. We produce around as much spunk now as a bull — and we have multiple ejaculations most times. Especially for a couple of days after a session with them.”

“Thanks for the warning!” Mike said, glancing at me. “We almost drowned each other!”

Hermann laughed. “I know what you mean. Just be careful is all. I have to keep Jim chained up for a few days and milk him regularly.”

“Why have they done this to us? I mean, don’t we produce enough sperm or something as we were?”

“According to the Dominant Matriarch, no.” Hermann frowned. “I don’t understand the whole thing. They look like us, at least physically, but apparently their reproductive system is different. They need human sperm, but a lot more than we normally produce, so they’ve enhanced our sperm production, and modified us so that when we do ejaculate it’s a multiple shot until we’ve delivered as much as possible.”

“But, couldn’t they do this to their own males?”

“They tried to enhance their sexual pleasure and appetites — and it backfired. They got much more pleasure from sex, but didn’t realise that it made their males infertile until far too late. Then they found us, or rather, they found humans who could be modified to produce the sperm they need. So now they get a lot of fun, and our sperm, and we get looked after and enjoy the modifications they’ve made to us.”

“Just the four of us?”

“No!” Hermann laughed. “I think there are aa few million males like us in this programme. We get hints occasionally.” He winked. “And we get a bonus if we point out someone we think would be a good candidate.”

It took me a moment. “So you guys set me up?”

“Us up, I think.” Mike said, taking my hand.

“Any regrets?” Hermann asked.

I looked at Mike and grinned. “Maybe. I’m not sure I like being a sperm bank for a bunch of sex mad aliens, but right now? Nope. I’ve no regrets at being Mike’s sub-slave. None at all.” 

Mike slipped his arms round my waist and hugged me. I could feel his cock stiffening in it’s codpiece as it pressed against my crack, and my own responded in mine. “I know I wasn’t supposed to be picked up when they took Pete, but I’ve wanted him as my lover since the day we met, and I wasn’t going to lose him …”

Hermann grinned. “Actually, they were quite pleased. It saved them having to track someone to partner him.” He grinned, eyeing my now obviously strained codpiece. “Okay, I’ll leave you guys to enjoy yourselves, it looks like Pete might need a little attention.”

Mike laughed as Hermann left. He pressed his erection into my butt. “How do you want it?”

“Your slave needs to be fucked over the garden stile, Master.” I replied, “Chained to it so I am helpless while I am filled with my Master’s cum.” 

Mike chuckled. “So be it. Go and get into position while I fetch some restraints.”

I walked out to the stile Hermann had just climbed over and positioned myself, watching the repeating figure of our landlord as he crossed the field. Mike set to work to secure my ankles and wrists to the stile as I contemplated the fact that life had changed for me, forever. There could be no going back to the way life had been. As Mike penetrated my sphincter it came to me that I didn’t want to return to my old life. 

“Happy?” Mike whispered.

“Ecstatic, beloved,” I answered as he sank his gorgeous organ into me. "Mmmm, that feels really good ..." I sighed as he paused. "You know, I love what the Heveyans have done to me -- to us."

Mike kissed my latex covered cheek and began to pump his organ in my butt. "So do it, my love. So do I!