Deviant Island

On Deviant Island

Dan and I stood still in the living room and stared for a while after our guide left. Like everything else on the island our ‘accommodation’ was partially below ground, but what an apartment! A whole wall was glazed and looked out onto a verandah with a view across the valley. A bedroom with a large double bed opened off on one side, with a bathroom en suite, and on the other was the small kitchenette. Dan laughed. “This is a prison? A punishment for us deviants?” He hugged me. “It makes that four hour torment in the chair worth every minute!”

“Yeah, it probably does.” I returned the hug, adding a kiss. “Right now I could do with getting rid of this plug, and maybe trying out that gel he suggested.” I kissed him. “And something to eat!”

“Yeah, we should eat.” He sounded uncertain. “Um, look, I have a confession to make …”

“A confession?” I joked, half thinking it was some joke he wanted to play. “What; that you liked fucking me? And want to fuck me again? Or you enjoyed being in the chair?” It struck me that I had enjoyed being restrained like that — and now I thought about it, felt slightly uncomfortable not being restrained. 

“No. Not that.” He shook his head. “Look, first, I’m sorry. I thought …” He sucked a deep breath. “I told you my father is the Deviant Finder General. The main man, the top hunter of people like us …”

“Yes, you said so just now, but so what?”

“Well, he’s absolutely dedicated to stamping out deviance. He’s fanatical about it. He’d already found out about me, and was keeping me locked in my room until he could get me either ‘cured’ or quietly removed. His men were onto you and were just waiting for the right excuse to charge you. I don’t know how, but they were closing in on you, and I overhead them briefing him on the evidence they had.” He paused. “So I decided that if they took you … I was going with you.” Squeezing my hand, he continued, “I set up a whole slew of ‘evidence’ about us and made sure my father found it, and I posted the record of what we did on a public forum anonymously so he’d be forced to send me with you …” A sob escaped him and tears trickled down his face. “I thought we’d be sent to the Island, but not like this …”

I felt cold inside. I wanted to shout, to scream at him. Why hadn’t he just warned me? I might have been able to make a run for it. There were other communities, other places to go where they were more accepting, more tolerant …

He read my thoughts. “If you’d tried to run, they’d have taken you before you got out of the Diaconate — and I would have lost you … My father had plans for you that …” His expression was pleading. “Can you forgive me? I only wanted us to remain together, and I knew that the Island wasn’t the hell hole the Deviant Finders tell people it is.”

“Did you tell them to make us like this? Was this part of the deal?” I demanded, caught between shock, anger and the surging desires my situation aroused in me.

“I didn’t know about this fetish thing, or about us having to wear latex all the time from now on. I didn’t think they’d go for the maximum sentence — it’s very rare …” He shook his head. “No! This was my father’s idea of punishing me! He said I’d betrayed him, the family … so he made sure I would be a freak, never able to return to any society but this — and he said he was going to make sure you became the most extreme deviant the Chair could make. In accordance with the law he assigned my sentencing to the DF Adjutant General.” He grinned weakly. “I made sure the DFAG had no choice but to give me the same as you.” He held my shocked gaze. “Will you forgive me?”

I considered. Actually, now I thought about it, the rubber felt good on me and I liked it, I liked the feel of my oversized cock and balls, and I liked the thought of having to wear latex twenty-four-seven. And the sight of his rubber sheathed body filled me with desire and something more … Slipping my arms around him, I pulled him close, and he responded, putting his arms round my waist. “Forgive you? For turning me into a rubberised sex mannequin?” I put my mouth to his and kissed him firmly. “I think I’m actually going to enjoy it — and having my own rubberised sex mannequin at my side.”

For a long moment we held each other, his tears wetting my shoulder, then he said, softly, “Thank you.”

I chuckled. “For what? Being my own wet dream? Come on, let’s get flushed and cleaned and eat. I’m starving.”

His hand found my crotch. “And then, maybe, something else?”

“If that’s what you want,” I kissed him. “I’m keen to take it for a test drive — and see if your father’s plan is a punishment or a reward.” I kissed him. “Let’s get these plugs out, clean up and see about food.”

“You’re on,” he retorted. “First though, it seems the only bit of these outfits we can actually removed is the hoods and the pouch and plug. Want your hood off?”

“Do you?” I retorted. Then grinned. “Yes. That chair did things to me — more than just the obvious I think. I want you to see my face at least, and to see yours.”

It took his help to get my hood unzipped from my suit and the back open and I did the same for him. Then we both got a shock. Our heads and faces were completely hairless! In fact our skin tone was paler, and baby smooth giving us both the appearance of display mannequins.

“I guess that answers why we need to wear rubber everywhere,” Dan said, frowning. “They told me I’d have no body hair anywhere, but this …” He grinned. “Actually, it looks, and feels, incredibly sexy.”

I stood beside him and we stared at our reflections in the mirror. Then I laughed, “Well, if you’re going to be a rubberised sex doll, we might as well go the whole way!” Grabbing him in my arms, I said, “You owe me big time, mister!”

The cleansing gel insertion into the suit felt fabulous. We followed the instructions carefully, attaching the nozzles as illustrated on the metal plate fixed to the wall. The twin nozzles fitted first to the nipple points on our chests, and the slick gel sent a shiver through me as the gel was pushed over my nipples and slipped between the tight rubber and my skin across my chest, up toward my neck and shoulders, and downward over my stomach. This was repeated at my back, then to my arms, and finally at my crotch. The sensation of the gel sliding round my glans beneath the latex sheath gave me an erection, while more of the gel oozed down the inside of my leggings and filled the rubber covering my legs. Then it was Dan’s turn.

After a kiss, we walked, hand in hand, to the kitchenette, our erections in their sheaths standing proud, but our stomachs insistent. Neither of us had eaten since our ‘trials’. We were both ravenous, and the light meal provided was welcome. With our stomach’s filled, our attention turned to each other …

“Mmm,” Dan wiped his mouth and grinned. “You know, that suit really looks good on you! It’s giving me ideas …”

“I wonder if they’re the same ones I’m getting looking at the guy who got me into this outfit?” I wrapped him in my arms, our rubber encased erections between us. “You might have warned me who your father was!” 

His mouth covered mine in a kiss. “Would you have let me … if you’d known?”

“I’d have shat myself, I think. But …” I paused, holding him. “You know what? I think I would have let you fuck me anyway.” I grinned. “Damn, you were hot enough even without being rubbered up — and the memory of your cock inside me while I was in that damned Chair …” I kissed him deeply. “Mmm, that made it worth everything …”

“Thinking of having you share my punishment …” He hugged me. “That’s all that kept me going. Can you forgive me?”

“That depends,” I teased. “On whether I’m going to get some real, old fashioned sex from you in the next few minutes!”

We hit the bed together, our latex covered hands all over each other as our mouths locked and our tongues entwined. Soon enough our attention changed and we swopped ends so we could focus on each other’s cocks. Surprisingly, considering how eager and aroused we were, it took a while to bring ourselves to a climax — and then we discovered that our ejaculations were huge. Better, we now had multiple orgasms.

Our faces and heads coated in each other’s spunk, we lay back, gasping for breath. 

“Wow,” I breathed. “I wonder if they really think the Chair is a punishment when it does this to a person?”

“Some do,” chuckled Dan. “The gaolers who put me into it told me what I would be like.” Kissed my spunk covered face and whispered, “They told me that my father had sentenced you to the maximum and said we’d be so randy we’d fuck each other to death or be fucked to death.”

“Thanks! Sounds like a fabulous way to go. But now,” my hand found his semi-hard tool. I squeezed his rubber sheathed glans, guessing it would react the same way mine did, “You’re going to take me out onto that verandah and fuck me while I tell the world what I think of being turned into my lover’s rubberised fuck freak!”

“Okay,” he replied. “But when I’ve fucked you, we change places and I tell the world how my lover is going to be getting his revenge on me from now on!”

Laughing, we rolled off the bed and walked to the verandah.

“Hello Deviant Island,” I yelled as I positioned myself against the verandah screen. “I’m Deviant Number 6491 and I’m being fucked by my lover, and fellow Deviant, Number 6489!” I gasped as his big bulb parted my opening. “He’s a lot bigger now than the first time he fucked me!” I bit my lip as he sank deep into me. “A hell of a lot bigger,” I said, turning my head to smile at him. “And it feels even better than the first time!”

“Wait until you try it …” He grinned, his lips kissing my cheek. “I think I like what they’ve done to us, but …”

“If this is a punishment,” I began, “then I’m a glutton for it.” He started to pump himself into me, and I threw back my head and laughed. “Fuck the Deviant Finder! Fuck the Deviant Finder General! They’ve turned us into rubberised freaks addicted to sex — and we love it!”

Applause from below was accompanied by catcalls and I responded to the people in the park below — all, I noticed, in latex outfits of many different colours and styles — with a wave and a big smile, then focussed on the pounding Dan was giving my butt with his hefty cock. I couldn’t resist when I felt his first ejaculation explode inside me, and called, “Oooh! What a big load of sperm! Ooh, I think I’m going to be full of my lover’s spunk for days!”

The applause was enthusiastic this time, but it was several minutes before Dan could disengage and take a bow. Then we embraced, laughing, and engaged in a long and very passionate kiss. Then it was my turn to fill him …

Dan’s announcement of our coupling was presaged by his declaration that he was the son of the Deviant Finder General. He gave a graphic description of what it felt like having me penetrate and then fuck him. Then he got really explicit about what his father had done to us. It made fucking him entertaining as well as being fantastic.

Welcome to your future

Our ‘induction’ was great fun. We’d put our hefty codpieces back on, and, on the advice of our escort, our hoods. The ‘guard’ who did the interview explained how the island worked, and how it functioned as a society. We’d find ourselves offered roles our qualifications suited, and we were given a sort of credit card.

“As you’ve figured out, your numbers tell us a lot about you. The first digit is the fetish, the second the duration of your Chair treatment, the last two, three or four, are your casein convict numbers. So someone like me has the number 21771.” He grinned. “Yeah, I’m a deviant, despite the uniform.”

“How’s that work?” Dan demanded.

“The DFG can’t get people to work and live here — we might infect them.” He laughed. “So they accept this deal, where we run the place ourselves. But we’re forbidden to return to the Diaconate.” He shrugged. “They don’t pay us, but we earn our living here, acting as the security and police for the place.”

“We get paid here?” It was my turn to be surprised.

“We don’t use ‘money’ as such — we haven’t any to circulate anyway. So you start off with a ‘credit’ to your cards, and when you find a job in the system, you’ll get a monthly allowance. Anything you buy — yes, we have a Mall — gets deducted.” He grinned. “At least you won’t have to worry about clothes like those of us that have to pretend to be ‘normal’. Those suits are you, and when it needs replacing, it’s done down at the medical facility.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

Our escort explained, “Those of you that got the maximum sentence in the Chair need to cover as much of your skin as possible in latex and your eyes need the protection of the lenses.” He smiled. “We’ve not been able to figure out exactly why that is — there are only eight of you who’ve had the full four hours. Most of us only get an hour, sometimes two occasionally three. The leader of our Council is a three hour, as is his partner.” He grinned. “”They’re not quite as well hung as you guys, and don’t have to go full rubber all the time, but …” He shrugged. “We all get the taste for rubber wear and bondage, and we all get our tackle enlarged, though nothing like yours — but you Chair Max guys — you can’t go without being covered in latex, not even for a short spell.”

“Could be worse,” I quipped, taking Dan’s hand. “They could have done this to us, and then separated us completely.”

“Don’t make jokes like that!” Dan squeezed my hand. “My father wanted to do that, but I got the Chair operator to switch my D Number with the guy he had lined up. My father thought he was punishing me by turning you into this rubberised freak and planned to pair me with someone else.”

“I’ve been wondering about that,” I said, kissing his rubber covered cheek. “Do you think the guys operating the Chair goofed?”

Dan shook his head. “No, they didn’t goof. I know the guy in charge. He whispered that he’d make sure we both got the same, and we got a ‘bonding’ imprinting. He also swapped my number with someone else and changed the record. My father will never find us now.” He chuckled. “He hates my father. I think he was happy to sabotage the old man’s plan for us.”

“So who else got the four hour treatment? If he swopped our records …”

“I don’t know. I was only supposed to get an hour and you were supposed to be assigned to some special facility — my father’s orders.” He shook his head. “But I made it impossible for the DFAG to NOT give me the same as you, and persuaded the guy dealing with me to swop our numbers with someone else.” He grinned. “I got you into this, so I made damned sure I suffered the same outcome and that what my father planned didn’t happen to us.”

“Yeah, Samil in the DF Sentencing Unit is one of us, or actually, he isn’t, but he hates the system.” Our escort told us. “His brother is here on the island because someone ‘thought’ he was an Onanist. You’re lucky he was there.” We stopped at a door. “You guys ready for this? Your welcome party.” He flung open the door, calling out, “Our new Six-Four pair. Eight-five and Nine-one, otherwise known as Dan and Pat.”

We stepped through the door to face a packed hall and a wave of applause, whistles, catcalls and cries of, “Welcome!” 

Another completely rubbered figure stepped forward, “Welcome guys.” He smiled. “I’m Roger, another Six-Four inmate as you can see. Come with me and we’ll seat you in the place of honour with the rest of us Freaks and the meal can commence.” 

“Wow. This is not what we expected, Roger, but thanks,” I replied. “Have to admit I’m hungry again.” I squeezed Dan’s hand. “And not just for food …”

“Yup, us Six-Fours are always hungry for that.” He grinned. “You get used to it, and you’ll get plenty of it.”

We followed Roger to a table with five other completely rubbered figures stood behind their chairs as a slow clap began. Approaching the table we noticed that the seats looked like bondage thrones, complete with all the restraints, and Dan joked, “I hope we get to eat before we’re strapped in for the floor show!”

Roger laughed. “Of course. Take your places guys. This is always our table — we Six-Four types get a few privileges, and a lot of fun.” He indicated the seats we were to occupy. “And we  get a good work out after the meal by custom, and, since this is your first time, you guys will get to choose what we all get …”

“We all get a ‘workout’?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s a sort of tradition, new residents offer some sexual action and we auction it, then all us Six-Four members have to deliver it to the winning bidders.” He grinned. “As we’re all keyed to full bondage, full latex and sexually just about insatiable, it’s fun for us and a chance for everyone else to experience something different.” He waited while we took our places. “Give it some thought — and be as creative as you like, we’ll all enjoy it!”

The meal was great, and Dan and I held a quiet conversation about what to propose for the ‘entertainment’.

Eventually Dan grinned. “Don’t know about you, but I have this crazy desire to be fully restrained and then enjoyed by a group of guys while I’m absolutely helpless and at their mercy.”

“Funny,” I plucked at the hefty restraint on the arm of my chair. “I was thinking the same thing. I’m up for it. Total restraint and all the sex anybody wants with me.” I grinned at him. “As long as we end up in our own apartment strapped to each other!”

“I like it.” Dan leaned across and pecked my cheek. “I’ll talk to Roger.” A few minutes later he nudged me. “Guess what? Roger’s agrees and has some great suggestions for it. He’s about to start the auction, and we’re first up.”

The guys who’d won the use of my assets certainly knew how to make full use of them, and how to really restrain someone. I couldn’t move at all, my lenses were taped over so I could see nothing, and I was now on my fifth round of oral, my fourth fucking and my cock was getting the most amazing attention at the same time. I hoped Dan was enjoying the same with his group as much as I was. And if anyone had told me before this that a man could have multiple orgasms and ejaculations, I wouldn’t have believed them.

My head was in a whirl when they’d finished. Can a person get drunk on sex? It seemed the answer was yes, especially after a session like this, and evidently what the Chair had done to us appeared to have intensified our responses. I made no resistance as I was removed from the apparatus I’d been secured to, and then fastened to Dan, face to face and crotch to crotch with a full body harness over us both. A double dildo gag joined our mouths in a sort of ‘kiss’ and then we were lifted. We could not move as we were carried by our new friends at shoulder height back to our apartment and placed on the bed.

“Sleep well, guys. You’ve earned your places here.” The guy who seemed to be in charge freed one of my arms. “You should be able to release yourselves from here. I’ll check on you later.”

I grunted, and heard the door close. For a while I lay still, then found the buckle on the cuff holding Dan’s wrist. One buckle at a time we released each other until, finally we removed the gags.

For several minutes we lay in each other’s arms, enjoying a long and tender kiss. Dan began giggling, and I joined in. “I think my father would freak if he knew how much I enjoyed that.”

“If this is punishment,” I replied laughing. “Keep it coming!” I kissed him again, savouring the spunk on his lips. “I think we’re now officially either pregnant or we’re sperm banks.”

The morning brought our real introduction to life in our new home. Roger found us freshly gelled up and just pulling on our hoods.

“Good,” he greeted us with a smile. “That was some session last night. Had a morning relief?”

I laughed. “Dan gave me a bit more than I expected, but than I gave him a good dose as well.” I paused. “Are we always going to be this randy?”

“Yes.” Roger chuckled. “We reckon on needing to give each other a session at least every few hours. A legacy of the fact it was originally designed to make the selected individuals hyper fertile. We need to have our balls emptied at regular intervals.” He adjusted the zip attaching my hood to the neck of my suit, his touch sending a thrill through me. “We’re allowed to ask whoever we’re with at the time to have a sex with us.” He indicated a utility belt he wore. I always carry my favourite restraints when I’m not with my partner, Piotr. Ready? Good, then follow me.”

 Leading us to a different part of the valley park he entered a building and spoke to a handsome guy in a rubber singlet at the reception. “Tristan is expecting us.”

“Sure.” He touched an intercom. “Roger’s here with Dan and Pat, Tris.”

“Send them in, Clive.”

We entered the office to be greeted by another well built and good looking guy, the desk plate proclaiming him to be ‘6398 Trstan — Manager, Whipping Boy, Disorganiser.’

“You boys certainly put on a fantastic performance last night,” Tristan said shaking hands. His crotch, I noticed, had a generous package and he wore a tight latex catsuit, marking him as a three hour sentencee. “Welcome to the island. You’ve probably realised by now that it’s nothing like what the Diaconate think it is.” He smiled. “The opposite, in fact — at least for most of us. You Six-Four guys are different, but that makes you all the more important.” 

“After last night …” I began. “I think we’re sort of getting used to being permanently randy sex dolls,” I grinned. “But you make it sound as if we’re going to have some other role here?”

“We do,” Roger interjected. He smiled. “How’d you guys enjoy last night?” 

“It was …” Dan glanced at me and laughed. “Amazing. I kept thinking of my father’s reaction if he’d been there to see it.”

“I think I’m addicted … or pregnant,” I quipped.

Tristan laughed. “I bet. Yeah, my old man was like the DFG too. Absolute fanatic. Mind you he was the Pastor …” He grinned. “I think you guys are really going to be an asset. Right, let’s sort out what you want to do to earn your credits when you’re not engaged in other activities.” He handed us a folder each. “These have descriptions of the openings we need filled where your skill sets might fit. Have a read through them and discuss it with Roger. There’s no real rush, none of us are going anywhere, but we’ve got this place now set up so we are more or less self-sufficient. We even supply, via an intermediary, most of the high tech electronics the Diaconate relies on. The one job all Six-Fourers are banned from is mastic milking. It has some sort of affinity for you or your suits, and once it gets on you, very quickly thickens up the rubber rendering you immobile, and worse, makes you a sort of living rubber statue.”

“Thanks for the warning.” I glanced at my companions. “I think I’ll try to avoid that!” 

“We supply finished stuff to the Diaconate?” Dan’s surprise showed, even though the only exposed part of his face was his mouth. “I thought it was only the raw latex mastic and the eureka fungus.”

“We certainly do.” Tristan said. “We have to do the manufactured stuff and the gems we extract through a back door — they’d be all over us if they knew — but we’ve made some good contacts in Libera and they collect what we produce in exchange for supplies.” He glanced at Roger. “And sometimes a little bonus involving some of you guys, though normally they’re quite happy just getting a bit of fun from the rest of us.”

Dan shook his head. “I knew they got almost all the tech stuff I worked with from Libera, but now you say it’s made here?” He sat back and let out a whistle. “Oh boy, that would cause a mega problem if it got out. Shit, they’d be all over this place. Have you got any way to defend it?”

Roger and Tristan exchanged glances. “Yes, we do. And we have ways of making sure they don’t get wind of it until we’re ready.” He smiled. “I won’t go into details, but we have infiltrated their systems and will have plenty of warning.” Leaning back in his chair, he said, “Long term we aim to topple the Deacons and replace them with a more open and tolerant government. They’ve held our community back for far too long. But,” he tapped the folder in front of me. “It needs winning hearts and minds. We’ve got people working on it, and you have inside experience in the Directorate that may be useful to them. I think, given what they’ve done to you and Dan, you’ll know exactly the right way to get into their systems. For your main work though, we hope you’ll look at one of the openings we have for your speciality.” 

“I’ll have to think about it,” I said. “It’s all too easy — the Deacons have been running that system for years and they’re a bit complacent …” I smiled. “But, if you need someone to build or design new chips and circuitry — yes, please!”

“Good.” Tristan smiled. “As I said, think it through. Roger here runs our specialist engineering team, and is also a microchip specialist.” He turned to Dan. “There are several slots you could fill. Study the material in your file and we’ll discuss the choices when you have.” 

“I’ve scheduled a ‘get to know each other’ session with the rest of the Specials, Tris.” Roger stood. “If that’s it, I’ll take Dan and Pat down to our playroom. I think they’re about due a session.”

Tristan smiled. “Go for it then. Enjoy yourselves. When you’re ready, Rog, come and see me — we need to discuss a special assignment for our trading partners …”