Any Port In A Storm

Sleet slashed at the window and the wind whined around the building, but strapped firmly over Phil’s favourite piece of dungeon equipment, fully rubbered, hooded and gagged, I didn’t care. My attention was almost entirely on ensuring Phil got the maximum pleasure I could give him as he pumped my hole. He thrust himself fully ‘home’ and I gripped his cock with my muscle as he erupted, giving me a fresh dose of his spunk, my third on this wild and stormy day.

“Mmm,” Phil sighed, holding himself tight against and inside me. “You just get better and better, Jim. Is it really only a year we’ve been Master and Sub?”

The gag prevented my answering, but I managed to nod, and grunted, “Uh huh.” Truth was that in the year since we’d first admitted we were kinky Gay guys and surrendered to our desires, I’d become more and more an exhibitionist and more and more submissive, while Phil had become completely dominant. When I wasn’t in full rubber, I was usually plugged and wearing a chastity belt, and usually very little else. It suited us, since my job here was to design new bondage and discipline outfits for slaves and masters, and then to model them — the slave ones anyway — for members.

Phil made to withdraw his now softening cock, and I gripped him tightly, knowing he loved it.

“Cheeky, slut.” He laughed. “Here comes your plug, slut.” 

“Eeep!” I gasped as he inserted the large stimulator plug and secured it, locking it in place. Then he began to release me from the bench.

I straightened up carefully, trying to let the stimulator find a least exciting position inside me just as the phone rang.

Phil answered it, and I heard him saying, “Yes, Seven is available.” A pause. “Yes, he’s rubbered up, and secured. Yes, he’s in bondage mode.” He laughed. “That too. Bring him to Reception? Immediately? Yes, we’re on our way.”

Cutting the phone, he put down the handset and grinned at me. “We’ve got visitors approaching, and you’re going to be the welcoming party. Hop, hop — we’ve got to be there when they arrive.”

We made it to the Reception area just as the lights of a car appeared on the curved drive leading to the front door. The Club Secretary was there in his full ‘Master’ outfit, an awe inspiring sight at the best of times. 

“Good, Two is in the VacFrame, or I’d have used him. When they ring the bell, I want Seven to open the door, and invite the visitors inside.” He grinned at my gag. “You can do that, Seven?”

I bowed carefully. That plug in my butt making my head swim with the desire to be allowed to unload my balls.

"Good, when you let them in, Seven, show them into the changing room, and show them the suits they're to wear." He laughed, a deep sound that always sent shivers of excitement through me. “Got the stimulator in his pussy, have you?”

“Yes, Secretary.” Phill smiled. “I wasn’t expecting you to need him.”

The Secretary laughed. “No, but what the hell.” He checked my outfit. “Fit the slave belt to him, then place him ready to open the door. Quick now. They’re trying to park up.”

It took Phil less than two minutes to slip the wide slave restraint belt round my midriff , secure my wrists to the cuffs, and then fasten the cuffs to my ankles. “Come on, Seven.” Phil steered me toward the entrance. “Get this right,” he whispered, “and I’ll give you the chance to fuck me later. The Boss knows who this is, one is a member, the other is his chosen Sub and he wants him to see what a star sub-slave is like.” He kissed my rubbered cheek. “Give them a good show.”

Turning my head, I pressed my dildo filled tube gag to his mouth in a simulated kiss, then carefully positioned myself, in the alcove next to the outer door. Opposite me was the door to the changing room where Phil and I had first pulled on the rubber suits we now wore as ‘normal’ clothing. Phil had more or less left me no choice but to be the sub on that occasion, and I was still officially Slave No. Seven on the staff of the Club.

The door signal sounded, and the rubber mannequin on the inner door got his usual mammoth erection. Moving slowly and carefully, I opened the door, indicating awkwardly, that the pair stood on the porch should enter. The young man in front, a slim handsome fellow I guessed somewhere between twenty and twenty-five stared at me. The tent at his fly spoke volumes as behind him, the older man, put a hand on his shoulders eyes running over my outfit in approval as he said, “Get inside, Clifford. As you can see, he can’t do much to anyone like that.”

Carefully, I indicated the door to the changing room and the notice there. Closing the door behind them I managed to brush my hand over the young man’s impressive ‘tent’. His response told me he was already about to lose his status and become a sub slave like me. I opened the door to the change room, again managing to ‘accidentally’ make contact with his excited member as I indicated the rubber suits laid out for them.

“Right, you saw the rules there, Clifford. Strip down and get that suit on.” Turning to me, the master asked, “Is it lubed?”

I bowed carefully to indicate it was.

“Great.” He was already stripping down and I admired his large package as he stepped out of his latex briefs. His companion seemed nervous and a bit shy, but he certainly had a gorgeous cock, slim, smooth cut, with a nice big head to it, and I noticed, he was fully shaved.

“Um,” the younger guy said, as he lifted the suit. “Um, Doug, this is a sort of straitjacket outfit.”

“Of course. You wanted to try a bondage suit. That’s exactly what that is. Now get it on.”

The kid struggled a bit, because someone had obviously planned this, and suit was tailored and a tight fit on him. His companion zipped it up the back and made sure the hood was properly adjusted, then fastened all the straps, cuffs and locks. Stepping back he admired his companion.

“That looks perfect, Clifford.”

“Um, there’s an opening … and my cock is exposed …”

“Exactly, that’s because you are a sub, and as our friend here demonstrates, subs here are plugged, gagged and their toys locked up for their master’s pleasures.” He beckoned to me. “Let him examine you!”

I shuffled forward and stood before Clifford.

“Can I …?” Clifford glanced at his Master, then at me. I nodded.

He explored the gag filling the opening in my hood, the dildo inside invisible to him, but an exact replica of Phil’s cock. Then he explored the shiny chastity shield covering my crotch. 

“Is he … are you …?”

I nodded, and turned, bending carefully so he would have access to the base of the plug and the securing straps. He explored them carefully.

“You want … I must …?” he asked.

“You must.” His master was definite. “All three. Come here so I can fit your chastity belt.”

I hadn’t seen the device he produced, but Clifford submitted to its being fitted with a small whimper, and to being plugged with a small conical plug. Then his master fitted a muzzle to him and stepped back. Nodding to me, he said, “We’re ready, take us to Reception.”

I bowed, gathered their clothes and led them carefully to the reception foyer. At the counter Phil waited. “Good evening, sir. I trust Seven has been satisfactory in attending you?”

“Seven?” He glanced at me and smiled. “He certainly has. Yours?”

Phil smiled. “Yes, sir. Seven is mine.” I listened as he launched into the usual patter and allocated a room, Number Eleven. Then, leaving me to see their clothes were sent to the laundry, he escorted the pair upstairs.

Back in our own apartment in the employees wing, Phil removed the moulded mask and the gag, then wrapped me in his arms and kissed me. “Well done, Jim, you’ve earned us a bonus tonight. As a reward I want you to fuck me.”

Working my jaw to free it after the gag, I smiled. “May I, Master? Thank you, Master.”

“You may, how do you want it?”

Naughtily, I grinned. “Restrained like this, Master, with my Master riding my pole as he enjoys doing.” I knew Phil loved to use me this way, restrained, secured to the bed on my back, while he had full and exclusive access to my cock, balls, and if he wanted it, my butt. “My reward is to please my Master.”

He laughed. “Then you’ve got it, Slave Seven.”

With my chastity belt and the plug removed, he put me into the bed restraints, then stood back to admire my rubber form. I smiled up at him. “One more thing, Master?”

“What, my lovely slave?”

“Use the words I’m conditioned to, Master. I want you to enjoy me as long as you wish.”

He smiled, leaned down and said, “Polonius non ejaculus!”

I smiled as I felt my eager cock go numb. “Thank you, Master. Enjoy me.”

“I plan to,” he said, coating my cock with lube. “Oh, I plan too.” 

Settled at my desk, I was absorbed in my latest set of uploads and updates for the Club website. I’d just finished the upload when there was a tap at the door. Phil had given me a really good workout and a brilliant night. The stormy weather of the night had now turned to cold and rain, making outdoor activity decidedly unpleasant. Now I was dressed in a thin neoprene catsuit, with a polished latex coating as I worked. My ‘cold weather’ outfit, it was warmer than straight latex, while being as revealing and exciting.

“Come in,” I called.

The door opened and the young guy from the previous night entered, his nervousness showing. “Um, Seven?”

“That’s me. How can I help, Eleven?” I smiled taking in his skintight suit, the chastity belt on display, and the hefty cuffs at his wrists. His ‘slave’ harness finished it off, and he looked pretty good now I had an unrestricted view of him. “Come in and shut the door.”

“Um, thanks.” He closed the door behind him, then faced me smiling nervously. “Doug — my Master — sent me to talk to you about, um, conditioning … He says you’ve been conditioned for your master, and, um, he wants me to do the same.”

I nodded. “Do you want to do it?” I indicated a seat. “Sit down and we can talk.” I grinned as he sat carefully. Obviously he was plugged and getting used to it slowly. “Enjoying your visit?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t sure about this, but Doug — my master — persuaded me to try it.” He smiled. “That outfit you wore last night, what was it like to be so restricted?”

I laughed. “You’ll have to try it for yourself. I love it, and so does Phil, my partner and master.” Hesitating, I asked again, “You said your master wanted you to go for the conditioning process. Do you want to do that? You have to trust him completely you know, because once you’ve gone through it, he will have complete control of you at times.”

“What do you mean, complete control?”

“It works like this, once you’re conditioned — and the process is intense — he will have a range of trigger words. With some you can’t do anything unless he tells you, with others, like my favourite, my master can turn my cock into a live dildo and use it, but I can’t cum until he releases the trigger.”

“Wow.” Pausing, he frowned. “Um, he has complete control — forever?”

“The conditioning can be reversed, but I wouldn’t want that unless something happened to Phil, or we couldn’t continue as partners for some reason. And Phil is conditioned to me — so we’re effectively linked by the programming. It’s what we both wanted, and we trust each other completely.” I watched the emotions churn behind his eyes. “Do you trust Doug — your Master completely? There’s ways to find out if you want to.”

He didn’t hesitate. “Trust him? Of course. Actually, I love him. He has been so good for me, and I want to prove it to him. What must I do?”

“That's a good start.” I smiled. “Tell you what, tonight I’m going to be demonstrating a new bondage suit. A very intense one, and Phill and I have agreed that I will be available to the members during the demonstration.” Hesitating, I added, “Phil will use my triggers to turn me into a sort of Zombie, so you’ll be able to see what someone under his master’s complete control reacts like.”

I was quite pleased with the new bondage suit. It looked fabulous on the mannequin, and though it would be expensive to produce — especially as it would have to be tailor made — I just knew it would be a popular buy for those that could afford it. I looked up as Phil, my lover and master walked in.

“Wow!” he exclaimed. “That’s some suit, Jim!” Slipping an arm round my waist, he kissed my cheek, and murmured in my ear, “Tried it on yet?”

Slipping my own arms round him, I hugged him, and returned the kiss, feeling his desire as he sought my mouth and locked us into a kiss, his tongue exploring my willing mouth as I surrendered to his dominance. “No, Master,” I sighed as we ended the kiss. “I will have to be dressed in it, I can only fit myself into it, then my master will have to secure the first fastenings and build the rest onto me.”

“Fantastic!” His hand found the moulded steel of my chastity belt. “We’ll try it out this evening I think.” Releasing me he walked around the mannequin. “I see it has a plug as well as the chastity restraints.”

“Yes, Master.” I was proud of the ‘plug’. My own design, it was a ‘sheath’, the outer surface reinforced and including some features that would make being fucked incredibly intense. I’d tried a few prototypes to find the absolutely perfect features, and couldn’t wait to have Phil make use of the final version now fitted to the finished suit. Even when my master wasn’t filling it with his cock it was going to be pretty wild. “I think my master will like it. I designed it to increase his pleasure when he makes use of me.”

He grinned. “And what about the hood? Have you modified the gag sheath as I instructed?”

“Yes, sir.” I smiled. “You will enjoy it, sir.” Picking up the rigid moulded rubber ‘hood’, I removed the moulded dildo penis gag, then showed him the tooth guard and pallet form that would anchor the sheath in my mouth. Offering him the mouth opening, I said, “The double sheath is moulded to your organ, master, and when you press this button, it will fill with fluid from the reservoir in the crest ridge, locking you in my mouth, sir.”

“Will you still be able to stimulate me?”

I smiled. “Of course, Master Phil. My tongue fits into this part, and moving it causes the part of the sheath in contact with your gorgeous glans to stimulate it.”

Taking the hood from me, he put it on the bench. “I can’t wait to see you in it, and to try it out, Jim.” His arms enveloped me again, his mouth seeking mine. 

I felt his arousal, his cock rigid against me and my own desire strained in it’s prison. “Master,” I whispered as we broke the kiss. “May I pleasure you? I’m not plugged at the moment, and I would be honoured if my Master filled me with his desire.”

“Then come with me!”

Since we'd taken up residence at Club Noir, I rarely wore anything other than a slave harness Phill loved with a chastity belt, or a simple latex catsuit. Today was a chastity belt and harness, so I first enjoyed my master’s tool in my mouth, and then, when he was ready, placed myself in the sling so he could fuck my hole.

I was still enjoying the post-coital glow as I began to fit myself into the the new bondage suit. This took time, as the rubber was a thicker than usual type, reinforced in places, and tailored exactly to my measurements. Inserting the plug/sleeve into my butt was complicated process. It needed the use of a large dildo to ensure it was fully inside me, and properly seated. I bit my lip as Phil did the honours, only just managing to prevent myself from cumming!

Removing the dildo, Phil held me tenderly while I got my breath back, then gathered the upper half of the suit and held it open so I could insert my arms. “You okay, my sexy slave?”

Turning my head, I pecked his cheek. “Yes, Master Phil.” I pushed my hands into the sleeve openings. “I hope my master will enjoy his slave once it is fully dressed.” Working my hand through the tight sleeve I found the spatulate mitt and eased my hand into it. Then worked my other arm into its prison. 

Phill eased the sleeves up my arms, then pulled the suit over my shoulders and drew the heavy duty zip up the back until it was fully closed, then clipped the slider into its locking point.

“How’s it feel, Slave?”

I grinned. The textured pads inside the suit were doing things to my nipples. “Fabulous, Master …,” I sighed. 

“Good. Okay, now the chastity belt, I think.”

“Yes, Master. The special one over there.” I indicated the specially designed steel unit. The waist and side fastenings were built into the suit, so the polished steel moulding that meant my genitals would be displayed as a steel appendages, locked into and secured the cock tube, scrotum container and the plastic cover would all be held in it. The cock tube and the scrotum prison concealed the electro-torture bands place on my glans, the base of my cock shaft and the neck of my scrotum. The unit itself was built into the shield, and controlled by a remote in my master’s possession.

Phil fetched it and grinned as he knelt to fit it. “Your Master is going to give you something to look forward to, Slave. Remember, if you come, this will be staying on for a week!”

His mouth felt sooooo good. I bit my lip and did everything I knew to avoid the massive cumshot he was building in me. “Please, Master …” I gasped. “Have mercy, Master …”

He paused, looked up and smiled, holding my shaft at its base. “You want to cum, Jim?” 

Speechless, I nodded.

“Polonius ejaculus.” His mouth engulfed me just in time.

I barely felt my cock and balls being inserted into their prisons, or the shield locking into place. Then Phil was standing in front of me, his mouth locked to mine so I could taste my cum on his tongue. “Thank you,” I whispered as he released me and moved behind me to lace up the corset midsection of the suit. 

The lacing took a lot of effort, and left me unable to bend. Straps over the lacing further increased the rigidity, giving me a slim waist, enhancing the appearance of my taut buttocks and the steel crotch. It also had the effect of pushing up my pectorals and thrusting the large nipple covers forward.

“The boots next I think, then I’ll secure your hands.” Phil studied me and smiled. “Fuck it, Jim — Slave — I can see you getting more than a bit of attention at, during and after the show tonight!” He laughed. “I might not be able to restrain myself.”

Putting on my robotic voice, I said, “I am my Master’s toy. I exist only for my master’s pleasure.”

Laughing, he fitted the special boots which made me walk like Herman Munster, then secured my mitt covered hands to the attachment points on my hips. “Right. Hood time. Ready?”

“Yes, Master.” The hood was intense. I knew it would be when I designed the thing. It was a bastard to get it on, especially the oral features, but then it all slipped into place and Phil fastened the zipper, then locked that, and fixed the collar over that.

“I can see several people creaming their pants when we unveil you.” He sighed. “I thank my lucky stars every time I think about how we ended up like this, Jim, I really do.”

Unable to reply, for obvious reasons, I nodded. ‘Phil, you don’t know the half of it,’ I thought as he finished securing the elbow cuffs and checking the anchor points on my knees and ankles.

Standing in front of me, he put his hands on my corseted waist, drew me close and kissed my rubber lips. “Ready, Pat?” he whispered. “Then here you go. Polonius Robofuck.”

My mind blanked. From here on I would feel and experience everything but be unable to ejaculate nor resist any command to do anything sexual. Effectively I was now Phil’s living toy, my reason for existence only to provide the sexual pleasure my master required.  

My appearance in the Club’s Master Lounge brought an instant silence as all conversation stopped. On orders from Phil, I moved forward onto the small stage and stopped next to the slave post as a storm of applause erupted.

“Ye gods, Phil!” The Club Secretary clapped my Master on the back. “That is absolutely amazing! Are you going to demonstrate it? Or allow some lucky member to try him out like that?”

“Both.” Phil smiled as he attached the chain from the post to the anchor point on my chastity shield. “Seven is in full obedience and demonstration mode. He’ll take two oral trials and two anally for the demo.” Producing the remote, he added, “And I will demonstrate the built in features first.” Activating the electro-unit, he pressed the start.

“Gnnnnnnnuuuuuug!” I heard myself grunt as the electro zapped my cock head, then my balls, then the base of my cock shaft. I knew the cycle, one I loved, but it was sheer torment! I put on a good show for them with it. 

“You’ll note the suit has these prominent teats, gents.” Phil brushed one. “The interior is a textured surface, and coupled with a sensitiser cream applied when we dressed him, Seven will find his nipples will drive him wild. Anyone like to test them for him?”

Several Masters came forward.

“Help yourself, sir.” Phill waved the nearest forward. “I think you’ll all have an opportunity during the evening. Seven will be circulated once we’ve completed the demonstrations.”

The guy moved behind me, pulled me into an embrace and gripped the prominent teats. My cock went rigid in its prison, triggering the electro. The stimulation of my nipples was heaven, and the electro hell. But the Masters loved it, and so did I. While he was busy on me, Phil and Secretary organised a lucky dip draw to select who would fuck me and who I would have face fuck me. In my zombie state I moved into position to accept the first face fucking. 

Phil removed the gag dildo, and the guy pushed his cock into my mouth. Automatically, I set to work, making good use of the textured sheath covering my tongue. He must have been fairly aroused, because he didn’t last long. Then I was repositioned and someone else was pushing into my butt sheath. Wow. That was not just everything I’d hoped, it was much, much more! The only thing that could have made it even better was for it to have been Phil.

Whoever it was knew how to enjoy it, and he certainly knew how to drive me wild. Through the hormone fog it dawned on me that only one person I knew could do this to me. Phil! My Master was the first man to enjoy my man hole like this. I redoubled my efforts to please him and enjoy him, and my reward, eventually, was to be filled by his spunk.

Applause and whistles greeted him as he carefully withdrew when he’d finished. Standing and turning to face the audience, I was delighted to see I’d been right. It was Phil, my beloved master. Leaning close, he whispered my deactivation command, then added, “I love you, and you are fucking brilliant, Jim. Never forget it!” 

Happily I obeyed his command to submit myself to examination and testing. Stepping down off the dais, I moved to where several masters waited and submitted to their examination. And I still had the prospect of at least two more fucks and head to come. 

Doug and Clifford were among the last to examine me. Or rather Doug examined me, Clifford, in what I considered a ‘light’ bondage suit, just watched, but his excitement showed. I hoped his Master planned to give him a good time later. Then Phil was beside me again, and whispered, ‘Polonius Robofuck’!” 

Once more in my controlled mode, I obliged another of the lottery winners, giving his cock the benefit of the enhanced sheath on my tongue. A second dose of oral led to the second fucking, another round of examinations and inspections, and another dose of oral fucking. Then it was time for the final fuck, and the winner was Doug.

“Members,” Doug was next to me. “I know I’ve won the right to this, but I’ve a favour to ask. My sub, Cliff — Eleven, has earned a special reward. With your permission, I’d like to give him the privilege of enjoying Seven.”

The Masters present all applauded and the Club Manager stepped forward. “It’s unusual, but given what Eleven has decided to undergo, I think we can grant Master Doug this concession. Phil? You okay with it?”

“I know Seven won’t have any objection,” Phil’s arm was round my waist and he squeezed. He whispered the command so I could respond fully. “Go for it. Give Eleven his reward.”

I’ll say this for the kid, he knew how to use his tool, and he certainly tested my plug sheath to the limit! His cumshot felt good inside me when he finally dumped it, and I locked my sphincter round his cock, holding him inside me until he’d relaxed, then released him. Around us the catcalls, and congratulations created a noisy background as Phil set to work to remove the hood so I could enjoy a drink and some food. 

It was the start of a fantastic night crowned by the most fantastic lovemaking session either of us had enjoyed until now. Lying curled in Phil’s arms, for once neither of us bound or in rubber, I kissed his nipple. “Thanks, Phil. That was one intense show. Was I satisfactory in the demonstration?”

“More than, my love. You blew us all away.” His arms tightened in a hug. “By now Cliff and Doug are in the dungeon, they could hardly wait! And we get a bonus — your suit already has orders that will keep the constructors busy for the next six months!”

I sighed. “I’m glad — and thanks for being the first fuck in the demo. I hoped it would be.”

“You didn’t think I’d let anyone else have that first experience did you? With my lover?”

“When I’m in that mode, beloved, you, and you alone, have control, and you know that I trust you with that, so no, I hoped you would take that position, but I also know you might have been under pressure to let someone else …”

Pulling me close, his mouth crushed to mine. “Never. And they know it.”

I felt his excitement stiffening between us, and mine responded. Our kiss stopped further conversation, and we took our time, our lovemaking slow, sensuous and gentle until we were both completely sated. Outside the predicted storm raged. I was glad that Phil and I were snug in our bed — a well earned day off for us both as we listened to the storm and relaxed in our post coital glow. Tomorrow would be another day.