Any Port In A Storm

The weather had been getting progressively worse and now we seemed to be in the middle of a real humdinger of a storm. It was difficult to see the road with the amount of water on it, and the rain slashing on the windscreen. We’d not travelled this route before, and though ‘heavy rain’ had been the forecast, this was ridiculous. Both of us were ‘between employers’ and traveling to a town we hoped would offer some fresh opportunities, as well as more opportunity to indulge our mutual hobby — sailing.

“Next sign of habitation I see, we’re stopping.” Phil’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Sounds good to me.” I hesitated. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Do you think it’ll be as bad at the coast?”

“Possibly. If it is we won’t get any sailing in.”

I glimpsed lights off to our right. “There’s lights off that way. Looks like a big house or something.”

“Let’s hope it’s a hotel then.” Phil slowed, then spotted a set of gate posts. “I can’t keep going in this, whatever it is.”

The lights lit up a sign. I managed to make out ‘Private’ and ‘Club’ as we passed and then we were past. “I think it’s some kind of member only place.”

“Well, we’ll just have to hope they’ll let us in out of the storm then.” The car spluttered. “Damn. Now what?”

The engine was definitely misfiring now as Phil nursed it slowly toward the lights. We just made it into a parking slot near what seemed to be the front door before the engine died.

“That’s that then!” Phil sounded pissed off. He glared at the single light over the door, and the lit windows on the upper floors. “Let’s hope there’s someone home!”

Peering through the streaming windscreen I could just make out the sort of facade that one associates with Gothic horror movies, or maybe the Addams Family, or the Munsters. It had turrets, it had fretwork around the L-shaped porch, and probably on the roof ridge. Three storeys and an attic from the windows I could see, and probably a cellar from the level above ground of the first floor. “Come on, we can at least ask,” I said, preparing to get out. 

We were almost drowned between the car and the door, which opened into a small lobby. At the inner door, was a bell push. Phil pushed it.

“Can I help you?” The man who opened the door was dressed in skin tight latex that gleamed in the light and displayed his physique to perfection.

“Er, yes.” Phil hesitated, his eyes riveted to the man’s rubber covered body. “Er, we were caught in the storm, and now the car has broken down …. Probably water in the electric … er, we wondered if we could, er, stop here until it stops, and maybe call the AA or something …”

The man grinned. “Of course.” He stepped back and gestured. “There’s just one thing though. We have a strict rule. No one may wear anything here except latex.” He eyed us. “We can provide you with something if you don’t have your own.” His smile widened. “I think you’ll find it far more comfortable than your wet clothing as well.”

Phil glanced at me. “Well …”

I shrugged. “I don’t mind. Can’t be that different to wearing a wetsuit, Phil.” I was tired, cold and uncomfortable in my wet clothes. Okay, I’ll also admit to getting a buzz out of wearing my wetsuit — I never wore anything under it if I could help it — and the outfit in front of me was stirring feelings I usually went out of my way to deny. 

“Step this way then.” The guy indicated a door labelled Dressing Room. “Strip off, take a shower and I’ll bring you the kit. You’ll find towels in the racks at the door.” He turned to go. “Oh, I’ll need your IDs and I’ll sort out a room for you.”

Fishing out his ID, Phil handed it over while I hunted for mine, adding, “We don’t need to stay longer than necessary. If you have a phone, I can get a breakdown to sort the car, and we can be on our way as soon as the storm eases.” He shrugged. “Can’t get a mobile signal or I’d have called them already.”

The man laughed, and I found myself staring at the way the rubber suit displayed his cock. “You won’t get one round here — a signal or a breakdown — and you obviously didn’t catch the warning bulletin. This storm is set to last at least four days and already the road is cut back toward Bad Bachsberg. The bridge is closed and there are washouts in the other direction as well. You fellows were damned lucky to get here, we’re the only place in either direction for at least forty miles.”

Phil paled. He’d turned the radio off when we got tired of the constant loss of signal. “So we’re trapped here until the road reopens? When was it closed?”

“About thirty minutes ago. The water level is over the road bed on the Bachsberg bridge.”

I shivered. We’d crossed that bridge and I’d noted the river seemed to be very turbulent and rather high. “You said the road is washed out in the other direction?”

“Yup. That went a couple of hours ago.” He chuckled. “Only way out of here at the moment is on foot or horse, up the mountain trail. Not recommended in this weather. Get showered, I’ll sort out some outfits and a room.”

The shower certainly restored some warmth to me, and I emerged to find Phil already working himself into a latex catsuit while the receptionist watched. He indicated a second folded pile of black latex and smiled. “I think you’ll find that a good fit. Dry off properly, then apply the lube your friend has finished with, and get it on.”

“Thanks,” I towelled myself, keeping the towel strategically placed to cover my semi-hardened cock. Stealing a glance at Phil, I grinned as he was obviously also trying to conceal his own arousal. Picking up the bottle, I read the label, then sat and applied the stuff liberally to my legs, then my torso and finally my arms. Now I had to drop the towel, and lubed round my butt and upper thighs, before picking up the suit.

It was heavier than I expected. Damn, my wetsuit was lighter, but I soon realised why the added weight. As it unfolded, it revealed a number of heavy cuffs on the legs and arms. 

“Oh.” I hesitated. “This some kind of bondage outfit?”

The receptionist smiled. “Yes. All of our members are paired as Master and Sub, so that’s how you guys will have to play it for your stay.” Moving to the door, he made to leave. “Come through to Reception when you’re dressed, and I’ll show you to your room.”

I laughed as the door closed. “You’ve stitched me up, Phil.” Seating myself on the towel, I inserted my feet into the legs of the suit, surprised by how easily they slipped into the legs, and how easily the whole thing slid up my body. The zipper ran from the front of the crotch through my butt and up my back. “Someone better do the zip, I can’t!”

Phil blushed and drew the zip closed. “You’re a sport, Jim. I didn’t think you’d mind. I couldn’t wear it.”

Meeting his eye, I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Got a thing for seeing me all restrained?” His face reddened, and I realised I’d touch a raw nerve. “Hey, I don’t mind. Really I don’t. Now do me a favour and fasten some of these buckles for me.”

With all the cuffs fastened, and the collar buckled, the suit was more restrictive than I’d thought it would be. It was also a very tight fit. Skintight, leaving nothing of my anatomy hidden. I followed Phil out and into the Reception area a little nervously, aware my arousal was obvious through the rubber. Though I could see Phil was also turned on by it, I wasn’t at all sure which way he swung. While I’m fairly open about being bisexual, as far as I knew, Phil swung one way only and neither of us were particularly into any sort of fetish. And now here we were, dressed in obviously fetish outfits of latex, in a place evidently dedicated to fetish …

“Good, you got yourselves sorted out then.” The Receptionist smiled as we approached, our wet clothes draped over our arms. He struck a bell and another man emerged from a door to the left of the counter. Like the receptionist, he wore skintight rubber, but was also hooded and evidently gagged since the hood had no mouth opening. Only his eyes showed, though his anatomy was on display. “Give your clothes to Bellhop.” He gestured. “Bellhop, see the gentlemen’s things are properly laundered and placed in Locker Seven.”

Silently, the rubber figure bowed, took our things and retired back through the door. Something in the way he walked made me glance at his retreating butt. I frowned as I saw the large round ‘patch’ between his butt cheeks. What the hell? Did he have something embedded in his butt?

“Er, thanks.” Phil hesitated, the noise of the storm outside just audible in the warm and comfortable surroundings. “We’ll probably have to pay you on the Plastic if you take it.”

Smiling, the Receptionist nodded. “We can sort that later. I’ve put you in Room 7.” His smile widened. “All our rooms are themed. Our members are all Gay Fetishists and the rooms reflect this, so I’ve put you gentlemen in the Beginners Suite. Feel free to use the equipment, and, should you require any assistance, just call.” Handing Phil a key card and a metal tag, he continued, “Fit the tag to your Sub’s collar now please. It identifies him as your property.” He watched Phil clip the decorative tag to the collar of my suit. “Subs must show respect to every master they encounter. Please check the safety instructions before you use anything. Our restaurant is through the arch to your right, and the bar lounge is through the arch on your left. I’ve signed you in as temporary members. Just present your keycard to the attendants.”

“Um, okay.” Phil sounded uncertain. “Is it a twin bed room?”

Looking amused, the Receptionist said, “No. All our rooms have kingsize doubles.”

“Oh.” Phil looked embarrassed.

“We’ll manage, Phil.” I smiled at the Receptionist. “You said there was a restaurant? I’m starving, can we get something? Sir?” I added in case.

“Sure. It’s open until late, so check your room, and come down. I’ll tell the chef to expect you.”

Gathering our wallets, keys and the odds and ends we’d taken out of our clothes, we followed his directions upstairs and found our Suite. It occupied a corner position just off the stairs and I guessed it must have a great view when the shutters were raised and the sun shone. It was dominated by a four poster bed. Ring bolts on the posts, and in the canopy suggested anchor points for someone like myself. The bed sheets were rubber, and even the duvet cover was rubber though these were bright colours. 

At first glance most of the furnishings would not have looked out of place in any gym, except for the cuffs and fastenings obviously meant to secure the user to them. I laughed. “I can see why he said we needed to read the safety instructions if we use this kit.” Turning to Phil, I grinned. “Just our luck, to get marooned in a place like this!”

Phil dumped his things on the nightstand. “I can’t believe this place.” He turned to me and looked uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, Jim.”

“What for?” I hesitated. “Look, Phil, it doesn’t bother me, and, if you fancy trying some of it, I’m willing.” I laughed. “Look, I’ll be honest. I’m finding this quite a turn-on. Okay, I probably wouldn’t have thought of coming to a place like this — and I didn’t even know such places existed — but now we’re here, why not have a bit of fun?”

Staring at his hands for a few seconds, Phil hesitated. Then he raised his head and met my eye. “Look, I’ll be honest. Yes, I’m finding this outfit — and yours — a massive buzz, but I’ve never, I mean, I don’t know about, um, sex with a guy, much less dressed like this.”

Walking over to him, I grasped his hand. “Let’s get some food. We can talk about the rest later.” I grinned. “Remember all those games we played as a kid? Cops and robbers? Remember how you used to tie me up in them?” Laughing, I continued, “You may not have noticed, because I tried to hide it, but I got a big buzz out of being helpless in your hands. This is just a bit more sophisticated — with the bonus of sex.” I met his surprised look. “Assuming you want it, of course.”

He tugged my hand. “I knew it gave you a buzz. It did me too. Come on, let’s eat something, then we can see what happens next.” At the door he stopped. “In case you’re wondering, I’ve been attracted to guys for years, but, you know …”

I kissed his cheek. “I know. And in case you need it pointed out to you, I find this outfit a massive turn-on.”

He grinned. “So do I.”

The restaurant proved to be cosy and tastefully appointed, if photos of hunky guys in rubber is your taste of course. We ordered from the menu and enjoyed the really superb food. 

“I didn’t expect anything like this!” Phil exclaimed as the waiter, clad in rubber tights, an upper body harness and an apron, cleared the table. “That was fantastic. Thank you.”

“A pleasure, sir. The Chef will be pleased. Would you care to take your glasses through to the Lounge? I can bring the rest of the wine to you there?”

Phil glanced at me, then smiled. He was clearly the ‘top’ here. “Yes, we’ll do that. Come on, Jim.”

Taking the hint, I stood and picked up my glass. “Yes, Master.”

The waiter smiled, and winked, his eyes travelling down to my crotch, where the tight rubber moulded to my semi-hard cock, then nodded to Phil. “Mmm, he’s a big boy too. I hope you enjoy your stay, sir. If you need any help with anything, you have only to ask. We have expert trainers if you need assistance in getting him restrained, or properly set up for a scene.”

Phil looked surprised, and coloured slightly, his eyes on my crotch. “Erm, yes. Thanks, I will.” Taking his glass, he turned. “C’mon, Jim.”

“Yes, Master.” I wondered what the waiter meant when he mentioned a ‘scene’. The bit about restraint needed little explanation, after all, I was half way there already in this bondage style suit. I followed Phil across the hall toward the lounge and almost ran into Phil as he stopped short just inside the door.

Moving aside, Phil headed for a seat facing the window, and I followed, my eyes riveted to what appeared to be a life size rubber sculpture in a frame against the end wall. A couple of rubber ‘Masters’ lounged in front of it and as I moved closer I realised that it must be a vacuum display imprisoning a live ‘model’, presumably one of their ‘Subs’. The guy beneath the rubber was obviously aroused by his predicament as his erection was clearly displayed.

“Sit, Jim.” Phil was clearly aroused himself, and uncomfortable about it. 

I sat with a view both of the vac rack and the window. Outside the weather was awful, illuminated by frequent lightning, which also showed the evidently extensive gardens in stark cold relief. A noise from one side drew my attention and I stared. A man was strapped into what appeared to be an electric chair. Encased in a black rubber suit identical to mine, he also wore a hood and was gagged by a strap across his lower jaw that also held his head against the backrest of the chair. At his crotch a sort of ‘cup’ covered his cock and balls, but wires leading into it suggested some sort of device was hidden there.

He twitched and grunted, and one of the men at the other end of the room laughed, then stood and strolled across.

“Enjoying yourself, Boy?” he addressed the restrained figure. “I’ve quite a bit more planned for you tonight.”

The figure moaned, his hands flexing on the arm rests as he twitched again.

The man walked across to where we sat, and I stood as he stopped in front of Phil. “Good to see your Boy knows how to show respect. I gather you got caught in this storm. I’m Pete, the Club Secretary by the way. Have the staff provided everything to your satisfaction?”

Standing, Phill help out his hand. “Phil. We were just passing and, um. got caught by this weather. Thanks for letting us stay. We, er, aren’t normally … you know … but, well, we’re getting used to …”

The man laughed. “We can help with the adjustment.” He gestured to a seat. “May I?”

Phil nodded. “Yes, yes, please.” 

“Richard, our Receptionist, told me you chaps were very sporting, and thought you might find our little club worthwhile.” He looked at me. “Your Boy seems willing enough. Known each other long?”

I grinned as Phil stammered, “Yes, and no.” He swallowed. “We grew up together, but, um, apart from playing some tying up games as kids, we’ve never, um, actually, er, done anything, um, you know.”

Pete laughed. “Then you’re in exactly the right place to make a start.” Turning to me, he asked, “Had a man fuck you? Sucked cock before now?”

“I’ve sucked cock, sir, and been sucked. Never been, um, fucked.” I watched Phil’s face, and saw the fleeting look of surprise, and then hunger there.

“Hmm. Then you’ll need a bit of priming so your Master can enjoy you fully.” He touched the service button and a muscular man in a full body harness, executioner’s hood, knee length boots and a moulded and well filled pouch arrived. “Take this Sub, full enema, insert a Number 4 Bully Plug and fit him with a Carrera.” He held my eyes. “Objections?”

Like a rabbit caught in the headlights, I shook my head. “No, sir.” I swallowed, and looked at Phil. “If my Sir approves, sir.”

His face a study of confused emotions, Phil stammered, “Er, um, er, no. No, please see to it.”

The worst part was the enema. But, once that was out of the way, the rest was rather fun. Especially being milked. The plug was large, and filled my butt, then was secured in place by the butt strap of the chastity belt. The attendant said almost nothing apart from giving orders throughout, even when he finished by securing my arms strait jacket fashion using the cuffs built into the bondage suit I was wearing. 

Finally, he stepped back and admired me critically. “Well done. You’ve passed the first test for membership.” He chuckled. “Not many Subs do on first try. I hope your Master gives you plenty of fun.”

I smiled. “I hope so too, but he’s never tried anything like this before — in fact, I don’t think he’s actually tried man sex, just fantasised about it.”

Grinning, he nodded. “We got that impression. Okay, now you better go back up to the lounge. Want to be hooded? Or Gagged?”

I though about it. “Gagged, I think. Something really heavy looking.”

He laughed. “You got it. Got a heavy muzzle gag here. That’ll hold you.”

I submitted to his fitting the heavy rubber muzzle and head harness, accepting the detailed rubber penis into my mouth.

Slapping my butt, he grinned. “You’ll love it here. Off you go, let’s get your Master’s reaction.”

I grunted a reply, then followed him awkwardly up the stairs and back to the lounge, the plug sending all manner of erotic signals to my brain and through my encased crotch. Phil’s face was a study as I presented myself for approval. Funnier, I noticed the jerk and the fleeting look of dismay as he shot a load in his suit. Yup, it was going to be an interesting stay here, that’s for sure. Behind the muzzle I grinned as much as I could with my lips locked round the detailed rubber penis. I hoped he would find me irresistible once we got up to our bedroom. One thing was for sure, my libido was boiling over, and I wanted him to make full use of me.

“Good, now he looks properly dressed.” Pete stood. “I expect you’ll want to give him some proper attention now, Phil.” Smiling, he made to leave. “Put him through his paces, he’ll be gagging for it by now.”

Phil, his attention fixed on me, nodded absently. “Er, yes. Yes, I will.” He downed his drink. “Right away.” He stood and prepared to leave. “Um, thanks, by the way.”

“Compliments of the Club,” Pete grinned. “If you need any help breaking him in, just press the service bell.”

The hooded attendant held out a key fob. “You’ll need this, sir. Ring if you want some help with him, I’d be delighted to assist.” He winked at me, and I felt my cock stirring in its prison. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, sir.”

“Er, thanks.” Phil was obviously way out of his comfort zone, and they knew it. Taking the key, he gripped my elbow above the elbow cuff. “Come on, Jim.” He swallowed. “I can’t wait much longer.”

Nor can I, I thought, letting him steer me toward the stairs. 

Closing the door, Phil leaned against it and stared at me as I turned to face him. “Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Jim, how the fuck do we get out of this? What the fuck am I going to do? What have they done to you? Are you okay? What do you want to do?”

The muzzle prevented my answering. What the fuck did he think I wanted? I wanted his cock, I wanted him, I wanted him to want to screw my brains out. I walked to him, the butt plug making sure I knew it was there. Putting my muzzle against his mouth, I made as if to kiss, then slowly, carefully, knelt down and pressed my muzzled face to his erection.

For a moment he stayed absolutely still, then, breathlessly, he asked, “You want to make love? Sex? Like this?”

Lifting my face to meet his gaze, I nodded, then pressed my face to his crotch again. I felt him shiver, then his hands caressing my head and the harness holding the muzzle in place.

He shivered again, and sighed. “Oh fuck, Jim. I want you so much … but I don’t know if I can … I don’t know how to …” Finally he came to a decision. His fingers found the buckles on the head harness, and clumsily, he undid it, almost tenderly removing the muzzle and the penis gag, he stared at it for a moment, then down at me. In a whisper, he asked, “What do you want, Jim?”

I smiled. “To taste your cock, sir, to have you feast on mine and then to fuck me and make me your bitch. Please? This plug is doing things to me … I think I’m turning into a nymphomaniac.”

“But …” he began. Then he reached down and helped me to my feet. Our lips locked in a kiss.

Wrapped in his arms, I whispered, “Phil, put me in those stocks over there, and then feed me your cock. I think we’re being watched, so give them a show.” I kissed him again. “Besides, I’m so fucking randy, all I want is your cock. Just feed it to me, and I’ll do the rest.”

“If you’re sure ..?” 

“I’m sure. Now for Pete’s sake, take advantage of me. You’re the Master, Master me.” I grinned. “And tomorrow, have them punish me in that electric chair thing in the lounge for being cheeky.”

It took him several minutes and my directions to get me into the stocks. “Okay, now just open your crotch zipper, and feed me that gorgeous looking tool you’ve been hiding from me and wasting on hand jobs.”

“Cheek.” He moved in front of me. “Just go easy, I’ve, er, already shot a load, so it’s a bit, um, sticky …”

“I know. Call it my hors d’oevre.” I grinned at him sideways. “And don’t pull away when you want to climax, I want to taste your spunk and swallow it.”

“If you’re sure …” Phil sounded as nervous as he looked, and twice as uncertain.

I grinned. “I am, Phil. Never been more certain.”

His cock reeked of his earlier cum shot and was slick with it and his precum. Carefully, I took it into my mouth, savouring the taste of him. Then I set to work, first sucking all the previous issue off his full length. He wasn’t as big as my cock, more about the average size, where mine is a little over eight inches. Like me, he was circumcised, so I got to work directly on the artistically shaped head. Despite his nervousness, or perhaps because of it, I soon had him right on the edge.

Gripping my head, he moaned, working his hips to compliment my efforts in the restriction of the stocks. “Oh! Oh fuck. Yessssss, Oh that’s gooooooood. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ….” 

I teased the sensitive area just behind his piss slit with my tongue and my reward was a fountain of spunk. Sucking him absolutely dry I continued stimulating him as he writhed, unwilling to stop. In my head, I smiled. I had a partner, better, a ‘master’ who would help me explore my fantasies …

Releasing me, Phill tucked his cock back into his suit and carefully drew the zip. “Fucking hell, Jim, that was mindblowing!”

I grinned. “See what you’ve been missing all these years?” Moving to the bed, I asked, “Want to try giving me the same?”

“Can I?” He grinned. “Where’d I put that fucking key?”

Removing the chastity belt proved more complicated than Phil expected, but at last my cock sprang free and quickly stood to attention. He grinned, eyeing it. “Mmm, my first cock. I’m going to enjoy this. On the bed, Jim. on your back, and spread those legs so I can anchor you.”

I grinned. “Yes, Master!” I worked myself into position carefully, the movements and the pressure on the base of the butt plug doing some amazing things to my prostate and other bits of me. I watched him clip the chains to my ankle cuffs and attach these to to bedposts. Then he released my arms from their strait jacket position, and drew them to the bed posts as well, spread-eagling me. “Phil — Master — will you gag me please? I don’t want to interrupt your enjoyment …”

“Gag you?” He looked around and spotted the muzzle. “With this?”

I nodded. “Please.”

His erection was obvious as he fitted the muzzle and fastened the harness. Then he busied himself with my cock. He was clumsy at first, but soon got the hang of it, and, thanks to having been very comprehensively milked earlier, I was able to hold out for a long time. The ejaculation, when it came, was intense.

Removing the gag finally, he lay on me and held me close, his mouth seeking mine. “Happy, Jim?”

“In heaven, Phil,” I whispered, surrendering to his kisses. “You?”

He chuckled. “Wish I’d tried this years ago.” He paused. “Want more?”

“Yes,” I murmured. “My boyhole needs a good fucking, but not like this.” Our mouths locked.

“How do you want it?”

“Like a woman. Face to face. I want to be your bitch. Your fuck. I want your cock to be the first to fill my pussy. Release my legs, shove a pillow under my butt, and fuck me, Phil. Show me you’re my Master. Take me, gag me, make me your Sub, your fuck slave. Fuck me into total submission.”

It took him a few minutes to release my legs, position me, refit the muzzle gag and extract the large plug from my butt.

Spreading my legs and raising them, I presented my butt.

“Ready, Jim.” Phil positioned himself, his cock stiff. “Then here it comes.”

His cock head pressed against my opening. I moaned as he forced himself past my muscle. Automatically my legs wrapped over his back as he sank his full length into me, pulling him tight against me own erection. A shudder shook me as his cock caressed my prostate. Then slowly, deliberately, he began to fuck me.

We reached a climax simultaneously — my cum trapped between us, his spurting into my eager butt. For a long time we simply lay there, exhausted, for the moment sated, and savouring the experience. Then he withdrew, removed the pillow and the gag. 

“Jim, if only I’d known …”

“Don’t regret it, Phil. Now you know, now you can have me anytime.” I wrapped my now freed arms around him. “Anytime at all.”

We woke wrapped in each other’s arms. Outside the window, rain still slashed the panes, and the wind bowed the trees. I worked my way beneath the duvet, and feasted on my Master’s cock, then submitted to his demand for access to, and the use of mine.

“Yes, sir.” I grinned as he held out the muzzle. Placing my arms in position, I let him fasten them to the bedposts, then fit the muzzle. Then he went down on my cock. He’d learned fast. Now he played me like a pro, and when I shot my load, sucked me dry.

“Mmm,” he purred, emerging from beneath the duvet and possessively embracing me. “The more of your spunk I swallow, the more I want.” Removing the muzzle, he left my arms secured, and went for the kiss. No inhibitions now, Phil was demanding, dominating and sure of himself. And I loved it.

We spent some time kissing, caressing and enjoying each other before hunger drove us to get up, strip, shower, clean our suits and then dry them. Before dressing again, on impulse, I shaved me entire crotch. I don’t have a lot of body hair, but, studying my image in the mirror, decided that I was going to get rid of all of it as soon as I could. 

“Want the chastity and plug again?” Phil teased. “I think I should make sure my newly acquired toys are protected.”

“If you say so, Master.” Grinning, I offered him the heavy device. “Will you insert the plug, sir?” 

He hesitated, staring at the plug I was offering him. Taking it from me, he studied it, a slow smile spreading. “I’ve a better idea.” He pressed the service button. “I think I need some help to control you so I can put this in and fit the chastity.” a knock sounded at the door. “Come in.”

I caught his wink and tried to play the part of a reluctant Sub. “Please, Phil, I don’t want …”

The door opened and two men in body harness, boots, and executioners hoods entered as I dodged behind the stocks. “Having trouble, sir?”

Phil hesitated, then catching my nod, said, “Yes. He refuses to allow me to insert his butt plug and fit his chastity belt.”

“That so?” The man who’d fitted me into them the previous evening smiled. “Sounds as if he needs some correction time, sir. It’ll be arranged.” He advanced on me, his companion moved to block any attempt at escape. I played the role of a reluctant player, and did my best to evade them. And ended up hooded, gagged, my arms fastened in the strait jacket position and secured in a set of upright stocks where they lost no time in fitting the Carrera belt, then bent me over , lubed my butt, and invited Phil to insert the plug.

“Uumph!” I grunted as it went home.

“Fix it in place with the under strap, sir.”

Phil did the business, and I was released and stood up.

“There you go, sir. Two hours in the electro chair this evening should teach him obedience. We’ll collect him at 18.00 for his punishment. It’ll be in the Lounge — 19.00 to 21.00 should do it.”

“In the Lounge. At 18.00?” Phil looked at me. 

I winked, carefully.

“Good. Yes, that will do nicely. Thanks, gents.” He smiled. “Can we still get some breakfast?”

The heavier of the pair nodded. “Of course, sir. I’ll tell the restaurant you’re on your way,” he said as he followed his companion out and closed the door.

Phil paused, watching me. “Um, you okay, Jim? I didn’t know they’d impose a punishment …”

I grunted. It’s impossible to speak when you have a large and very detailed rubber penis almost in your throat, and held in place by a really tight rubber hood that leaves only your eyes and nostrils open. I nodded my answer. Frankly, the whole ‘scene’ had turned me on. 

“You sure? This is heavier than I thought …”

I nodded again, and moved close enough to be able to rest my head on his shoulder, my face toward his neck.

“Then let’s see about breakfast.”

“Breakfast, sir?”

“Yes, please,” Phil smiled at the waiter from the previous evening.

“This way, sir.” He nodded toward me. “Your Sub been misbehaving, I hear. We have a special seat for him, and I’ll see to his feeding for you, sir.”

“Oh. Oh, okay. I was just going to take the hood off him and let him feed himself.”

Oh dear, no, sir. Recalcitrant Subs have to be put firmly in their place, sir.” He drew out a chair for Phil, then steered me round the table to a steel construction. “Sit.”

I sat, aware that the chair had an opening where my butt would be located, and the waiter began to strap me into place. Moving behind me, he knelt, and connected a rigid rod to the base of the butt plug. “There’s a remote next to you, sir,” he told Phil as he stood. “Press it if he gives any trouble. He’ll get a rather intense dose of vibe treatment.” Removing a plug in the end of the gag, he connected a tube. “You’ll be getting our special slave gel today,” he told me. Turning to Phil, he asked, “Ready to order, sir?”

His eyes fixed on me, Phil said, “Yes. Bring me a bowl of whatever you’re feeding him.”

The waiter smiled. “Good choice, sir. Very good choice.”

Actually, it wasn’t bad. Essentially it was a rather nice puree of fruit and yogurt, followed by another puree which seemed to be a savoury soup, but thicker, and washed down with delicious orange juice. Phil matched my intake bowl for bowl.

Back in the Reception area, Phil approached the desk. “Is there any news on the roads?”

“Still cut, sir. And the phones and internet are still out. Some good news, though. A member of the staff, our groundsman actually, got your car into our maintenance shop, and has sorted out the problem for you.”

“Fantastic. Thank you. Better let me know how much it cost so I can pay him.”

“I’ll ask, sir. Oh, by the way, the Secretary suggested you might like a tour of our facilities.”

Glancing at me, Phil hesitated. “Actually, yes, I would.” He frowned. “Just a moment though. If the phones and everything else are down, how come we’ve still got power?”

“This place is fairly remote, sir. And the sort of weather we have at present is pretty much usual for this time of the year, so we have our own generating plant, and a secure water supply.” He smiled. “Fortunately, at the moment we have only six guests including yourself, so you have our full attention.” His hand hovered over a bell push. “Shall I summon your guide, sir?”

“Yes, please. I think, Ji … my Sub will get a kick out of it.” 

The tour was certainly comprehensive. I followed behind Phil, listening to the commentary, the plug in my backside playing havoc with my prostate and my imprisoned cock, and being gagged and hooded, as well as with my arms restrained, I had quite a job just following them.

“Down here, we have the Gym, and next door a series of ‘dungeons’.” 

“Interesting range of kit, here,” Phil remarked. “Want to try it sometime, Jim?”

I grunted. Too right I’d want to try some of this kit, and Phil, by now, had figured this out. I could see he’d like to have a play with it too.

The house was far larger than it had appeared, and included a swimming pool in a large conservatory, the sides of which could be raised to leave it open to the outside in good weather. a similar structure occupied the whole rear of the building, giving a great lounge area. 

Here we met the other four ‘guests’ — two masters and their Subs — and I had a chance to see that they stood, with eyes down, as soon as our guide entered the lounge. They were dressed in slave harnesses but not restrained. Phil chatted happily with their Tops while I waited, and I learned that members relaxed and socialised when not engaged in their role plays, ‘scene’ plays or group activities.

Then came the individual rooms or suites. Each one was different. Individually tailored to give an interesting range of options for different scenes. As one moved up the building, the options became more intense, the restraints heavier. Restrained as I was, I couldn’t engage in any of the conversation, but I learned a lot. And I liked what I learned.

At exactly 18.00 the burly ‘waiter’ arrived to take me to prepare for my session in the electro chair. 

As soon as we were alone, he asked, “Are you okay, with this?”

I nodded my assent.

Removing my chastity belt and the butt plug, the Dungeon Keeper set them aside. “You won’t need those for the moment. We have to change your suit,” he explained, removing my hood. “We have a special one for you to wear for this session.” With a wink, he added, “You’ll love it, and the hood that goes with it. Now, better get cracking. Enema, milk you, then get you into the suit.” Unzipping the suit he ordered, “Right, peel it off.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. Okay, I was excited by what I was about to experience, but nervous as well. This was going to be intense. I submitted to the enema, showered, and then to being secured over a milking horse.

“This’ll be pretty intense. Holding out against extreme stimulation for two hours isn’t easy, but this will help.”

“Yes, sir. Ooooh!” I gasped as the milking started. Through gritted teeth, I asked, “My partner and I had no experience of this sort of sex game before … at least my partner didn’t and I’d only done some mild stuff. This is intense, but I’m liking it. Oooooh!” I got my breath back. “And Phil reckons he wished he’d known how good it was years ago.”

“Yeah. We know, but you’ve taken to it like a duck to water, and your partner’s a quick learner.”`

In the middle of a massive cum shot, I didn’t answer immediately. “Yes, sir,” I gritted. “Phil — my master — wasn’t sure he was Gay when we arrived. Oooooh. Aaaaah, Oooooooo.” I got my breath back slowly. “He’s discovered the pleasures, sir.”

The dungeon keeper laughed. “We figured that. So have you, I think. Where were you guys going? You don’t seem to concerned about being stuck here either.”

“Be-tweeeee-n jobs, actually. We were on our way to try for something new in a DIFF-erent location.”

“Uh huh! What do you do?” he was busy coating my legs, butt and arms with a thick fragrant goo.

I told him, in between intense sensations in my cock as the milker worked it over. “I’m an artist — ooooo, ahhhh, oooooh — and Phil an IT hardware expert.

Finally, he said, “Right, that should see you. Just need to give your crotch and torso a coating of the hair suppressant and we can dress you.”

“Hair suppressant?” I asked as I stood and turned to face him, my now shrinking cock still sensitive. I body shave, as I am not found of hair on my body, especially in my crotch, but it had been a week since my last shave.

“Yeah. Noticed you’d shaved, but this is better, prevents the hair from regrowing. If you use it regularly, it saves shaving and is much easier on some areas.” Applying the goo liberally, he grinned, “There. It’ll help getting the suit on easily as well.”

Looking down at my now gleaming body, the film of the goo transparent on me, I grinned. “Better put some of that on my face as well. I hate shaving” 

“You sure?” He laughed. “Okay, you got it.” Carefully he applied the cream to my jaw, cheeks and neck. “That should hold you for the next month or so. For about six months you won’t have more than bum fluff though.”

I grinned. “Good.”

It took ten minutes to get me into the heavy and very restrictive suit. With it secured, only my mouth, eyes, cock and butt were exposed through reinforced openings. It was very tight and thick rubber which restricted movement. The heavy, but elastic, rubber moulded to my anatomy like a second skin. The hood had a curious array of metal studs from my forehead and covering the whole of my scalp, with internal contacts I could feel pressed to my scalp.

“How’s it feel? Need to take another leak before we go to the next stage?”

“Feels amazing,” I said. It did. The rubber almost bonded to me, yet felt very comfortable. At the same time, it was incredibly restrictive. I grinned. “I better take a leak, then let’s do it.”

“Okay.” He watched me pee, then fitted a heavy slave belt to my waist, secured my elbows to it, and than fastened my wrists to the front. “Once you are seated, I’ll be strapping you to the chair so you can’t move, and I’ll fit a special helmet once you’re gagged. You’re going to see a VR presentation of your role as a Sub and Bottom while you are treated to some electro torture.”

“Electro torture?”

Fitting a loose jock style pouch to my crotch, he said, “Yeah. I’ll be fitting special rings to your cock, and they’re connected to an automatic Tens unit which will administer different Jimterns of small shocks to your cock.” He grinned. “That’s why it’s called the Electro Chair.” Hesitating, he watched me. “Still game?”

Slowly I nodded. “I’ve got this far. Do it.” A thought occurred to me. “Until we came here, I’d had sex with a few guys, Phil never. I’d had a few daydreams about rubber and bondage, but never tried it. Do you guys do this with every visitor that ends up here by accident?”

Hesitating, he shook his head. “No. Normally we send them on their way to a Motel we own and run further down the road. You guys were a bit different though. First you didn’t run a mile when Mike opened the door, and you in particular showed your interest and excitement. And we needed some test subjects for a little system we’ve been developing. So …” He grinned. “You have regrets?”

“And this VR stuff? Why am I getting that?”

He laughed. “Because we think you want to submit completely to being a latex fetish bondage sub.” He held my eyes. “Are we wrong?”

I smiled. “No. Do me a favour though. When I’m done in this scene, can you put me in one of the dungeons set up and ready to be fucked? And send Phil down to fuck me properly?”

He laughed. “Consider it done. Now, time to go. Open wide, prisoners under punishment must be gagged.”

“Yes, sir.” I opened my mouth and accepted the beautifully detailed rubber penis gag.

With the gag fastened, he steered me up a set of narrow stairs, through a hidden door and I found myself in the Public Lounge. Phil and several others were already there, and now watched with obvious interest as the Dungeon Master prepared to install me in the chair.

Leading me to the forbidding looking replica of the executioners Electric Chair, he adopted an aggressively authoritarian tone. “Sit, Seven! Get that dildo into your pussy!”

I gulped when I saw the big rubber penis standing rigid from the opening in the seat. It was big, detailed and coated in lubricant. Carefully I positioned myself. The detailed ‘head’ touched my opening. “Gnnnnnnnnnngh!” I gasped as it pushed up into me and my butt hit the seat.

Working fast, the Dungeon Master secured the heavy belts fastening me immovably to the chair. Within two minutes, my legs were fastened to the front legs of the seat, my torso to the backrest and my arms to the armrests. Now he fastened two tight rings to my cock, one near the base of the shaft, the other just beneath the flared ‘head’. Leaning close, he whispered, “Too late to cry off now, Seven.” He chuckled. “In a minute I’m going to fit the VR hood. When you get up from here, your program will be complete and you’ll respond to trigger words for fetish sex as a total little cock slave.” Grinning at my wide eyed shocked gaze and grunts, he added, “Don’t worry, we’re going to program lover-boy as well.”

Helpless now I waited as he began to fit the metal and rubber hood that would complete my imprisonment. It took a while as he had to connect something to each of the metal studs. Then the metal hood descended, and was secured to the backrest. Through the headphones I heard him announce, “Gentlemen, Seven defied his lawful Master this morning. The penalty is two hours electro and obedience programming. Master Phil, activate the program, please.”

I jerked in the seat as my cock started to receive an irregular Jimtern of small shocks. To my surprise, they were quite stimulating and I quickly had a monumental erection. Barely audible, a voice whispered sweet nothings in my ears, and then the VR images began. to say these were sexy is an understatement. It was pure Gay fetish porn.

Then it changed, and now it was heterosexual sex, but the shocks became intense making me squawk. Every time I was looking at a cock, I felt pleasure, but as soon as a pussy appeared, it got unpleasant. In between the voice continued, and subliminally I was taking in messages. I lost track of time. I don’t know when I got my first ejaculation, but it was related to an image of me in tight rubber, sucking and then being fucked by my lover. I felt gel fill my butt, and then drifted back into the Jimtern of images, messages, electric shocks all the time aware of moaning, groaning, grunts and sighs.

I was only dimly aware of my surroundings as I was removed from the chair and escorted back downstairs to be placed on my back in a type of sling chair with my legs raised and spread. I sighed into my gag as someone explored my lubricated butt, and then sighed again in pleasure as a cock I thought I recognised pushed inside me and began the fuck I so badly wanted.

Opening my eyes, I became aware of my surroundings. Phill smiled nervously as he took my hands. “You okay, Jim? You were a star in that chair — and just now when I fucked you!”

Aware of the plug in my butt, and the chastity belt I now wore, I sighed. “It was interesting. Fucking intense, but fun too — especially the last bit.” Kissing him I  looked at my reflection. I could rememberer being fitted into the chastity belt and having the plug inserted, but it had a dream-like quality. “I’m still in that slave suit? Is it over?”

“Yes, it is, and we’re now Members of this club.” He chuckled. “Oh, and we’ve got new job offers. I’m invited to look after their IT, and you’re offered the post of equipment designer. You’ll have a studio and a workshop.”

“Sounds good,” I frowned. My expertise is in engineering, though I’d designed a few furnishings, do a bit of painting and drawing, and I’m a photographer. “Where do we get to live?”

“There’s an apartment goes with the jobs. One more thing though, we’d have to act as Bellhops, waiters and sometimes assist the Dungeon Masters. Pay’s good though.”

I nodded. Things were moving too fast for me, my brain still overloaded with sex. “If you say so.” I smiled. “You’re the Master.”

He laughed. “That’s the spirit. Come on, let’s go to the lounge and get a drink, you look as if you could use one.”

“Too right. But, Phil, you’re buying! I’m now full-on a Sub, and you’re my master.” I grinned. “Have they given you my triggers?”

Grinning, he nodded, “Yes, and I love it.” Taking my hand, he said, “And I plan to make sure you never regret it. Come on, we both need a drink.”

Taking his hand, I smiled, and kissed his cheek. “Yes, Master. Your slave is ready.”

Laughing, we left the dungeon hand in hand and made our way upstairs. Despite the strangeness of the situation, I felt completely at ease. The plug in my butt felt good, and the confinement of my cock in the Carrera chastity belt was comfortable as well. So was the restrictive suit and even the metal studded hood felt natural.

“Your drinks, gentlemen.”

Phil accepted the glass. “Thanks. But we hadn't ordered yet.”

“No, the Club Secretary ordered them, compliments of the Club.” The waiter placed my glass in front of me with a smile. “He’ll join you shortly.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said, returning the smile.

He chuckled. “I’m a Sub-Bottom too, so not a sir.” Smiling, he added, “Welcome to the Club, by the way, I think you did brilliantly in the Chair.”

“Thanks.” Hesitating, I asked, “Have you done it?”

“Yes. And I’m scheduled for it tomorrow.” Grinning, he added, “My Master wants me programmed as well. I’m looking forward to it actually — and I love that suit on you.”

Phil watched him go, then smiled and raised his glass to me. “I must say, I like that suit on you as well. It really does look good on you.”

I lifted my glass, glad the fingers of the rubber glove covering my hand was textured. Returning the salute, I sipped, surprised to realise it was my favourite fruit cocktail. “Mmm, delicious.” I drank deeply, savouring the taste and feeling the refreshment it brought. “Thanks, Phil. About these job offers. What do you want?”

Putting down his glass, he regarded me carefully. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“But I asked first.”

He grinned. “Cheeky, remember who’s the Master — or it could be a lot more dungeon time for you.”

“Yes, Master.” I met his smile. “You are my Master. If you wish me to take the position, then I must. I can’t refuse you, Phil. I am programmed to obey you in everything.”

He stared, his glass hovering near his mouth. Slowly he lowered it. “Even without the trigger words?”

I nodded. “They are to control me for your sexual pleasure only, I think. The main programming makes me obedient.” Pausing I watched his face, then said quietly, “I accepted it because I trust you, Phil. Please don’t abuse my obedience.”

Standing, he moved to where I stood to meet him. “I’ll do my best never to abuse you, Jim.” His arms went round me and our mouths met in a lingering kiss. “Thank you. I don’t deserve this, but thank you.”

As we resumed our seats the Club Secretary approached. “Happy, sir?”

Phil looked up. “Happy?” He glanced at me. “I think you could say we’re delighted. Thanks for the drinks by the way.”

“A pleasure,” he glanced at me, then turned back to Phil. “Have you spoken to your Sub about our offer yet?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact. We haven’t had time to go into detail, but I’ve outlined it to him.”

“Good. Want me to go into it with you both?”

Shaking his head, Phil smiled, meeting my eye. “I don’t think that will be necessary, you gave me the complete run down and all the details. I accept the offer.”

“Good.” The Secretary looked at me. “And you, Seven? What do you say?”

“My Master accepts it, sir, so I accept it.”

The Secretary watched me, a smile slowly developing. “Excellent.” He watched Phil sign the offered contract, and then push it to me. 

“Sign, Jim.”

Accepting the pen, I signed. “Yes, Master.”

Taking the documents, the Secretary rose. “Phil, the weather should be clear and the roads reopened by the end of the week. You have the full use of the facilities from now on, subject only to their not being in use by paying members. Seven will be required for a few demonstrations once Members are able to access us, but he will be under your control for those.” He smiled and stood. “Welcome to the community. Enjoy your evening. It’s on the house tonight.”

Entering our suite after a fabulous dinner and several more drinks, Phil watched me shut the door. I turned and began to walk to where he stood. “Fellatio Polonius,” he said softly.

“Yes, Master.” I knelt at his feet, my hands reaching for his fly zipper, and released his cock. The scent of his sex filled my nose, and I set to work, my surroundings, my situation and everything else vanishing from my thoughts now focussed entirely on pleasuring my master’s cock. Time stood still. My only thought, the cock filling my mouth, caressing my lips, and demanding my focussed attention. My mouth filled with his spunk, his hands gripping my head as I milked his gorgeous cock. It was a strange sensation. I was very aware of what I was doing, very focussed on it. In fact, enjoying intense than I could ever recall it having been.

His spunk spurting into my mouth tasted fabulous, and I wanted it to the exclusion of anything else

My thoughts returned as he murmured another key phrase, and he helped me stand, his arms wrapping me as our mouths met.

“You are a star, Jim. Better, you’re my star.” Releasing me he began to remove the chastity belt. “Want to stay in the suit? Or do you want to come to bed without it?”

I smiled. “Which does my Master want?”

He laughed. “Naked!”

“Yes, sir!” I let him open all the zippers, and together we peeled me out of the suit, then I carefully undressed him. It took a while since we took frequent breaks for kisses, hugs and caresses, but finally we were between the sheets, wrapped in each other’s arms. 

“Now, Jim.” Phil propped himself on one elbow and smiled down at me. “I want you to fuck me.” His finger found my lips and stopped my protest. “I’m your master, remember!” He grinned. “I want you to fuck me face to face, with you on top.” 

“Yes, Master,” I replied, my nine inch cock hard between us.

He rolled on his back. “Then don’t keep me waiting.” His hands found my tool. “Lube up while I get ready.” His lips found mine. “I want to feel you inside me.” He placed a pillow beneath his hips, spread his legs, with his knees drawn up as I positioned myself, my cock well coated in lube. “My first cock, and it’s a beauty.” Smiling up at me as I prepared to penetrate him, he whispered, “Polonius coitus.”

Again, the feeling of disconnection from everything except my master’s wishes, my cock and his puckered opening presented for my entry took control of me. I pressed my cock against his sphincter. His hand gripped me, guiding me. A grunt escaped him as my cock head parted the muscles, then I was pushing deep as his legs wrapped over and around my waist. 

A shudder ran through him and a low moan escaped his lips. “Polonius non ejaculus.”

My cock went numb, a mere dildo attached to me, though I could feel his grip tightening around my shaft. Slowly, carefully, and with my focus entirely on his pleasure, I worked my cock in him in a manner intended to give him the maximum pleasure. Beneath me he writhed, moaned, gasped and his own cock ejaculated.

Finally, he gasped, “Polonius ejaculus!”

My cock exploded. The sensation was intense as my spunk erupted inside him. His arms embraced me, pulling me close, his legs tightening around me. Still in my trance, I responded to his eager kisses, the stimulus in my sensitised cock still embedded inside him sending waves of pleasure through my. Some part of me registered the key to come out of the trance, and I sank into his embrace, whispering, “Did I please you, Master?”

For a long moment he didn’t reply, then a slow smile spread on his face. “You know, you’re a dangerous weapon. Please me? No, that doesn’t cover it.” His mouth locked onto mine. “No, it doesn’t even begin to describe it.” He lowered his legs and my cock slid out of him. His finger poked my head. “Remember, this is mine,” The finger found my mouth, “and this,” moving down he touched my nipples, my bellybutton, then my cock and finally my balls. “All of it, mine!”

I smiled. “Yes, Master Phil. Willingly.”

Falling asleep wrapped in your lover’s arms, his genitalia pressed to your butt, is great. Better is waking up still wrapped in his arms, with his erection nestled between your butt cheeks. Carefully I reached behind me and gripped his member, repositioning myself carefully. “Fuck me, Master. Load me with your cum.”

His teeth nibbled my neck. “Ready, Jim? Just like this?”

“Just like this, Master. Fuck me please. Take your first pleasure.”

His seven inch dick parted my muscle and entered. “Mmm, feels so good.” 

Turning my head, I smiled. “Yes. It does feel good.” I relaxed into his thrusting probing action. All the years I’d wasted, searching for my courage to be what I am, what I always knew I was, all now focussed in the thrusting piston massaging my prostate. Yes, it did feel good. I responded to his increasing tempo eagerly. “Mmmm,” I moaned as his hot spunk filled me. “Oh yes,” I sighed. “Phil? Master? Please do this to me often.”

With a sigh, he kissed my neck. “With pleasure, my love.” He kissed my neck again. “Any regrets?”

I chuckled, clenching my muscle round his softening member. “No, Master. None!” A thought crossed my mind as he kissed me again. “I think that storm that brought us here was an ‘ill wind’ that brought us to the best possible place.”

He laughed. “I was thinking the same thing.” Pulling himself free, he rolled out of bed and pulled me out beside him. “Now into your favourite bondage chair — I want to suck my slave.” He grinned as I kissed him. “My snack — and the best is I can have it any time I want it now!”

Seating myself, I smiled. “Yes, Master. It’s yours for the taking at any time.”