Deviant Island

This Crazy Life

It wasn’t all easy. Both of us found our loss of ‘normality’ difficult. There were a whole range of things that were either no longer practical — like sport — or simply difficult. Like being almost permanently aroused, even after very satisfying sex. Sometimes you just didn’t want to be thinking about, or craving sex! And then there was the fact we could not remove our latex suits. It wasn’t just that we were sealed into them — there are always ways to remove one if you really want to — it was the fact that even thinking about removing it or having it removed induced a feeling akin to panic.

For the first few months, we often simply lay in in an exhausted embrace at night and tried to comfort each other. I’d no family I really missed, but Dan had been very close to his sisters, and resented not being able to talk to them or spend time with them ever again. It was usually me that had to comfort Dan as he seemed to feel that our situation was his fault, and at the same time he burned with anger at his father. We both agreed we hated the Deacons and their twisted beliefs and we certainly had some pretty ugly feelings and thoughts about his father and the rest of the Deviant Finder Directorate!

“Just give me control of the Chair and the chance to put them into it for four hours.” Dan said one night as we held each other. “See how they like this.”

This was a regular thing of his. I could feel his anger, and tried to make him laugh. “They’d probably love it, my love. You know the saying, people like them always inflict their desires on others.”

“Yeah, but …” he sniffed. He moved against me, his cock hardening against my hip. He chuckled. “Damn, now I’m getting excited just thinking about how they’d react to being like this.”

“I can feel it.” I kissed his cheek. “It could be a hell of a lot worse, love. This place could have been exactly as they always told us it was. I think I’d have gone mad being like this and not having the love of my life to share it with me.”

For a moment he was silent, his hand exploring my latex covered chest in an absentminded manner. “You know, you’re right. Fuck them. Fuck them all — the whole fucking Diaconate!”

“You know, I think we might just be randy enough, and have enough sperm between us, to do it!” We both started to giggle, then he kissed me, and we let our libido loose.

Later, for the moment sated, he whispered as I spooned into his back, “Honestly now, Pat. How do you feel about being as we are?”

I thought about it. “Honestly? There are some aspects I wish were different, but I’m getting used to being this living sex doll creature, I guess. I can’t change it, and even if I could, the bits I’d change are not a big deal I guess.” I paused, thinking. “I can live with it as long as we have each other, and, actually, life here on the island is a hell of a lot better in almost all respects, than it was in Deaconsville — or anywhere else in the Diaconate.” I kissed his bald head. “That answer your question?”

“I guess.” He sighed. “I often dreamed of wearing latex growing up.” He sighed again. “But it’s different when you can choose the when, where and how …”

Six months passed in a whirl, our feelings of resentment and anger — and hurt at what was no longer an option for us — receded as we became more accustomed to our new way of life. And it got easier, and more fun as we got to know the other Sixty-Fours. Especially being able to talk our feelings through with people who had experienced very similar feelings at first. Gradually Dan became less stressed about our lives, and we started to enjoy it. It involved a lot of sex … 

We sat, our arms around each other, enjoying the evening breeze as we watched the sea from a sheltered lookout point at the top of the basalt cliff.

“You dreamed again last night, my love,” I said gently. “Was it a nightmare? Your father chasing you again?”

“Yeah.” He paused. “Funny thing though, I wasn’t afraid of him.” He grinned. “And then you came and chased him off.”

“I’d certainly give it a go.” I laughed. I was starting to enjoy my rubber clad life with my freakish genitals and raging libido. I’d learned to cope with having either a twenty-five centimetre erection standing in front of me and grape fruit sized scrotum dangling, or the whole lot confined in a prominent codpiece always preceding me. I was also starting to enjoy it most of the time, though I did have my moments when I would have jumped at the chance of getting my old life back — but with a cock everyone would envy. “I hope it’s a sign you’re getting over the anger at your father at last.” 

“You know,” he began, then paused. “Actually, I think you’re right. I still hate the bastard, but, you know what, now I’m getting used to it, I’m starting to enjoy it.” His kiss surprised me. “Thanks for being here for me, thanks for putting up with my bullshit …”

“Hey, stop.” I put my finger to his lips. “I love you, okay? I loved you before — and I love you now. Stop beating yourself up over what they did to us.” I hesitated. “You know what? I’m enjoying being like this! It certainly has its benefits. People accept that we’re freaks with supercharged libidos.” I kissed him. “So, thank you for getting me into this …”

“What ..?” He stopped, surprise in his lens covered eyes. Slowly he smiled. “Fuck me, you like being in this state?”

“By your command, lover. Here? Now?” I laughed. “It’s taken me a while, but, yes, I am getting to like this. I’d rather have had a choice on a couple of aspects, but, you know what? I think I’m lucky to have you here and sharing my life, sharing being a fetish sex doll, sharing our bed, sharing moments like this …”

His mouth found mine and we kissed hungrily. When we finally broke the kiss, he whispered, “You know what, I like it too …” Standing he pulled me to my feet. “Now about that fuck …”

Roger led of the group I joined, and his partner, Piotr was leader of the engineering group Dan joined. On my team were two more of the Six-Fourers, Mike and Adrian, and two more worked with Dan, which meant we all got our regular needs met. A curious aspect we noticed was that none of us had contiguous numbers. All of our numbers began with ’64’ which we knew indicated that we had been sentenced to four hours in the Chair, but, curiously, there were gaps. We knew why Dan’s number was out of sequence, but not why there appeared to be several missing numbers spread between the eight of us. It was a puzzle, but not one we could find and answer to. Obviously someone, somewhere knew.

It was a steep learning curve for us both, but rewarding in more ways than one. We fell into the pattern of alleviating our sex needs fairly quickly. My penchant for being restrained for sex, was dealt with quite simply — by equipping my workspace with some basic ‘multi-purpose’ apparatus to which I could be secured and ‘relieved’, something Roger and the others had already done to theirs. It saved time.

Roger lounged against the door frame, his huge codpiece thrust forward, our group signal that one of us needed a ‘session’. 

“Fancy dinner with me and Pete tonight?” He grinned. “I figure it’s time we celebrated something, so why not celebrate six months since you and Dan got here?”

“I like it, and I guess Dan will enjoy a change.” I smiled, setting aside my work as my own cock stiffened. “I hear the Libera folk are due sometime next month to discuss the new project Piotr and his team are working on.” These visits always meant an entertaining night with the delegation for at least some of us ‘Specials’.

“Yeah, they are.” He grinned. “And bringing a guinea pig. Piotr says they’ve got the new Chair working — mainly thanks to Dan. If everything tests out, and the guinea pig decides he really wants to be like us …”

The ‘new’ Chair was a development some of our community were very keen to see working. Piotr and his team had been working on it for a long time, much to Dan’s interest. He loved the challenge it presented, and now it was ready to run a trial. The technology was strange, and, having seen what it had originally been rigged for, clearly not originally man-made. Adapted for human use some hundred years earlier with the intent, according to the Diaconate records, of boosting human fertility, it had very rapidly done the opposite, turning the men it was tried on into ‘deviants’. At first shut down and locked away, it was left alone — until someone came up with the idea of using it to ‘punish’ those of us who ‘deviated’ sexually. And they’d overlooked the important fact that the one in Diaconate City wasn’t the only example, and that the original users had left detailed records of what it had been intended for by them.

“Are they? I hear they’re very interested in the technology, but I wonder why?” I grinned and moved to where he could restrain me on the recently installed wheel. “Do you think some of them want to be like us? I know they have a lot of fun enjoying us when they visit.”

“I’m pretty sure their ‘guinea pig’ is one who wants to go the full course.” He finished strapping my arms and legs to the wheel and fastened the waist belt. “Ready for inversion?”

“Yup.” I laughed as he inverted me, and removed my codpiece, then removed his own. With his erection now brushing my lips, I began, “Thanks, Rog, I nee …” my words cut off as his massive glans filled my mouth and he took mine into his own. 

Ten minutes later, we filled each other’s mouths with our spunk, then he turned me the right way up again and released me. “I bet they don’t know about the need for us to have sex every few hours.” He commented as I licked the cum from my face as much as I could. 

I grinned, licking the last of his cum from the fingers I’d used to wipe it toward my mouth. “I expect not.” I paused. “I know the original tech-spec isn’t human, and nor is any of the circuitry in the one they’ve copied this one from. Dan and Piotr showed me the original drawings. They certainly weren’t drawn by anything human.” I frowned behind my lenses. “What I can’t figure out is why we’re building another one.” I grinned. “Unless the Council have some scheme to use it on a Deacon or two …”

“Ah,” Roger hesitated. “Been a big argument about that in the Council for a while. Some think we should allow those who want to go the full way and be like us, to do so, others feel it’s messing about and we should leave well alone.” He shrugged. “I voted for it, as did a majority.” He grinned. “It will be nice to have a few more like us to share the fun.” He chuckled. “And the Liberans are willing pay a lot for access for the people in their population who fancy celebrating their deviances. We didn’t get a choice, and there’s a few want us to use it for revenge on people in the Diaconate they feel deserve it. I’m dead against that, and so are the majority of us.” He smiled. “But, you know what? If I had the choice, and knew what I know now … I’d let them do it to me again.”

“So would I!” I declared, fastening my codpiece. I noticed his still aroused state, and smiled. Roger is the first of us to have been given the maximum, but someone had dialled up his libido in the process. “The stocks? I think I need a good injection to prepare for this evening …”

“The stocks will do.” He grinned. “Shall I fit the milker?”

“Better not.” I positioned myself in the stocks and let him secure me. “I want to build up a big dose for Dan! A reward for his success.” 

Roger laughed and pressed his cock to my opening. Like all of us Six-Four men, he’s long, thick and the ‘head’ is a large bulb, but six months of practice and I could taken him easily. A thought popped into my head as he sank himself into me. 

“I wonder if their ‘guinea pig’ knows how supercharged we are …” He hit my triggers and I stopped trying to think about anything but the surge of endorphins being fucked always released. I gasped. “Ooooh, yes. Oooh … “

A Volunteer for the Extreme

Our celebratory supper was fabulous. Piotr and Roger are both accomplished cooks, and seemed to have an almost telepathic connection in their home life. It was more than telepathic when it came to sex, they knew each other so well they hardly spoke at all as they set us and themselves to one of the most fantastic and satisfying bondage sessions Dan and I could recall. All four of us experienced the amazing sensation of multiple orgasm/ejaculation more than once as we submitted to being restrained, or gave our attention to restraining each other.

In our own apartment at last, we stretched out on our bed. With our hoods removed we looked like a pair of dolls as we lay in each other’s arms. Gently I kissed Dan. “Congratulations, my darling. Roger says they’d been battling to get the new Chair right, and you cracked it easily.”

“It wasn’t that hard, they were nearly there anyway. The really tricky part is the serum. Doc Pawel has been working on it — they somehow got a sample from Deaconsville — and analysed it to decode the formula we found in the Chair specifications. They’re pretty sure they have it right now.”  Dan paused. “You know we’ve found out what it was originally for — and who?”

“Roger said something …” I considered. I knew a bit about this, but hadn’t really gone into it. “It was developed by some race that were all Hermaphrodite or something, but somehow lost the ability to fertilise their eggs. So they developed this tech to switch the sex of one of their kind when they needed to breed to produce sperm and fertilise their ova I think he said. Rog said something about it giving them a sort of penis and the means to produce huge amounts of sperm …”

“That’s it. Apparently they laid their ‘eggs’ in a sort of incubator, and then the ‘male’ had to dump his semen on them. That’s why those of us who get the full conversion are so constantly randy.” He chuckled. “On our physiology it enlarges our genitals and makes us attracted to males only, so it intensifies our orientation if we are already deviants. Anyone who gets the maximum setting, which must have been the ‘normal’ for the original users, winds up as basically a semen supply and with a libido we haven’t any way of regulating.” He laughed. “I bet the Deacons don’t know this, and now we can reorient them if we wanted to.”

“Hmm, do we really want to spoil this with their bigotry again? I think they’d just come up with a way of making our lives miserable by denying us any sort of sexual contact.” I kissed him and settled into a comfortable position to sleep. “We’re scheduled for a change of suit tomorrow. Looking at our heads, I wonder what the rest of us looks like under the rubber?”

“You really want to know?” Dan chuckled and turned to face me. “They tell me that we look just like one of those shop front mannequins they use in Deaconsville and as if we’re still wearing rubber, only transparent.” He grinned. “Sexy as hell too. They say your skin is as sensitive as this bit when we’re aroused.” His hand teased the knob of my glans in its latex cover. “Piotr says it’s mindblowingly intense. That’s why it takes almost a full day to change our suits.”

“Roger said something about it.” I thought for a moment, my hand finding his stiffening organ. “He said we’d better be prepared to need special attention for a day or two afterward.”

“Yeah.” Dan paused. “I spoke to Piotr and he suggested we have someone on standby to take care of us until we recover, so I asked Mike and Adrian and they’ve agreed.”

“Then I’d better deal with this thing trying to stab me to death so we can sleep …”

It was a very strange feeling having the latex suit that had covered me for a little over six months removed. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was certainly intense. As Dan had said, and Piotr had warned. A touch anywhere induced a sexual response. To allow the medics to work on us, we were restrained in an upright position and spreadeagled.

Beneath the rubber our skin gleamed, with a waxy appearance much like our heads. The surprise was our glanses —these were a deep pink against the rest of our body, which was a pale cream. The attendant Doctor, a guy called Mervin whose dose of the Chair had obviously given him a generous set of genitals and a taste for bondage if the collar he wore was anything to go by, who cheerfully told us he admired the way we coped and admitted it was sometimes hard even though he’d only had two hours of the chair, gave us a comprehensive medical examination. Then began the effort to put us into the new rubber. It was difficult, not least because the suits were extremely tight, and though the latex was very elastic, and open at the rear until sealed, the sensitivity of our skin, and the stimulation of pulling on the new suits kept us in a state of orgasm throughout. 

“Sorry,” I gasped as the guy attending me got a face full of cum as I shuddered through a fresh orgasm while he eased the rubber past my waist. I’d lost count, by this stage, of my eruptions and both the guys ‘dressing’ me were coated in spunk, as were the guys dealing with Dan.

“Don’t be,” he said, wiping his goggles clear and licking the cum off his lips. He laughed, working the latex over my shoulders and sealing the rear opening. “It’s all part of the service.”

Getting the suit on was only the first part. Once it was on, we needed to gel injectors tested and checked, and then to be gelled up. Finally we were taken to a quiet room and strapped into separate beds our heads covered by new hoods and able to drink fluid through a gag. Exhausted we lay there staring at our reflections in the mirrored ceiling, a pair of shiny black rubber mannequins firmly secured to the bed by a web of bed restraints.

“You need twelve hours now for the suit to key to your biological skin,” the doctor in charge told us. “I’ve given you something to tone down your hormones for a while, so try to get some sleep.”

As I stared at the ceiling, I tried to smile, recalling Roger’s certainty. If I had known what awaited me, would I choose this altered life? Oh yes. Yes, without hesitation. My thoughts turned to the Libera ‘guinea pig’. I wondered who he was, and why he’d apparently volunteered. I had a feeling that whoever his lover was had no idea what awaited him …

I woke up being released and with my penis stiff and proud. Glancing across at Dan I chuckled as I saw he had the same response. The two nurses smiled as they completed their task, then one asked, “Would you guys do us a big favour?” 

Still gagged, I nodded, taking in the fact they both wore only a latex ‘surf suit’ style garment with an open rear, and both displayed nicely formed and rigid assets beneath the latex at their crotch.

The guy smiled. “We’d like you to fuck us.” He glanced at his companion. “Next door. We’ve got everything set up, and we’ve lubed ourselves …”

I glanced at Dan, who nodded as well and we both stood. 

“Want the gags removed?” The guy attending me asked.

We both shook our heads, and I slipped my arms around his waist, then indicated he should take my huge glans in his mouth. Dropping to his knees, he did so kissing it and sucking gently. I felt a small orgasm building and let it develop until I could release a small controlled ejaculation into his mouth, watching his eyes widen in surprise. Then I drew myself free, lifted him and steered him to follow Dan.

They’d set the room up alright, and it was clear what they wanted. A pair of stocks benches faced each other and, leading us to these, they positioned themselves ready to be secured. We had plenty of practice with this, so it was the work of a few minutes to have them immobilised, face to face and their butts, glistening with lube, exposed. They were now face to face, so we moved the bench enough to allow them to kiss before moving behind them.

We took our time, teasing them by rubbing our cocks in their cracks, exploring their puckered openings with our fingers and enjoying their response. On Dan’s signal we slowly pressed our huge ‘cherries’ against their tight openings. A gasp escaped Dan’s victim, his face registering shock and mine whimpered and then grunted as I pushed my glans past his ring. I waited until I felt him relax, then pushed another third of myself into him, slowly, delicately, knowing exactly where to aim and evoke the maximum response inside him.

Dan signalled, and I waited as he picked up a double gag, inserted the rubber penis into his partner’s mouth and secured it, then indicated I should secure my partner’s mouth to the other half. Leaning forward and down I did this, enjoying the grunts and moans as we secured them and then, keeping my rhythm with Dan, we began to give them the fucking they’d asked for …

I had nearly twelve hours of spunk to discharge, and so did Dan. We put our ‘nurses’ onto the beds we’d vacated, their butts leaking sperm, then treated them to some oral stimulation, despite the fact both had obviously shot several loads into their suits, fitted our gags to them, secured them to the beds and walked across the park to our apartment hand in hand, happy and looking resplendent in our shiny new rubber. The doctor watched us go with a smile, then went to release his assistants. Mike and Adrian were waiting for us …

The Libera delegation arrived a month later. The new Chair was installed in a secret location, and only the Six-Four group knew where. There was still some discussion about its use, though it emerged that there were a number of One Hour people among our community who wanted to volunteer to become Six-Four men. The Council was blocking that for the moment, on the grounds that we had no way of knowing if it would have a cumulative effect, or something else.

Since the evening Dan and I had made love at the lookout point with the coast of the Diaconate a distant line of the horizon, we’d come full circle. Both of us now fully accepting our rubber sex lives, and enjoying them. Only the night before Dan had told me that if he’d not already been converted, he’d have been in the queue for a ‘test drive’ to become as we were.

“Been quite a lot of dickering by the Liberan Trader, but the Council have agreed the deal.” Dan grinned. “It’s costing them, they’ve agreed to a month’s tritium and silicone for our chip production in exchange for treating one of their people to four hours and the Trader himself to two.”

“That’s steep,” I said. “What safeguards have they demanded?”

“Quite a few.” Dan paused. “There’s a few things about this Chair that are a bit strange when I think about it and the medical side. Remember when we were in it? Did you smell fresh cum?”

“Yeah, I did — and when we were wearing those breather packs.”

“I thought so. Ever wonder where the cum came from?”

“Now you mention it …” I paused. “Do you think it was the DFG’s people ‘spilling their seed’?”

“I don’t know, but where else could it have come from?” He grinned. “Guess we’ll soon know because apparently it’s part of the process!”

 I laughed. “That would be one for the book. We were sentenced for sodomy and onanism and they committed onanism to process us!” I stroked my semi-erect cock gently. “You know, if I had been offered this process — and had seen someone else like this — I would have jumped at the chance.”