Family Curse

My fourteenth birthday brought a bit of a shock in two ways. First, of course, was the realisation that certain parts of my anatomy were growing and changing and responding to a whole range of unfamiliar stimuli. That wasn’t too unwelcome, after all, it’s what being a boy is all about. The problem really was that I was attracted to other guys, and knew that somewhere down the line, my family lived under an old curse. 

The other small problem was that I really fancied one particular guy, a year or two older than me, but he seemed oblivious. He was friendly, always managed to be near me, often shared a joke, or helped me with something, but never indicated that it was anything but friendship. The fact we regularly shared training classes for athletics and gymnastics didn’t help. Nor did it help that our fathers — both of us had single parents — knew each other and regularly played tennis or golf together. It was one of those “look but don’t dare touch” situations right down the line. Torture for someone like me who was randy just about all the time. And then there was an anatomical problem as well. I became rather well equipped cock and ball-wise, but for one curious feature. I grew no hair anywhere on my body except my head. Of course, others noticed, and, of course, I got teased about it. Strangely though, Mike, my distant crush, never joined that teasing, in fact, after he’d taken one of the leaders aside, it stopped.

Then there was the third problem. I started having the wildest dreams.

‘Nocturnal Emissions’, what my schoolmates giggled about as ‘wet dreams’ became a nightly occurrence, and the dreams were always the same sort of thing. I’d be covered completely in head to toe shiny black rubber, and giving sexual pleasure to men. Often I woke in the morning with a salty, slimy taste in my mouth, the evidence of having shot more than one load on the sheets and all over my abdomen and chest, sometimes on my face, and sometimes, worryingly, in my butt crack.

Not exactly the sort of dream one can chat to a friend about! If it had stayed as that, I might have found a way to grow out of it, but it didn’t. By my sixteenth birthday I’d got used to waking up in the mornings smelling as if I’d worn rubber or handled it. Mostly a shower and some deodorant dealt with that, but now the dreams were getting more intense. 

Then an uncle came to visit. Uncle Paul was one of those folk most people liked, even though he made no secret of being Gay, and even less of being kinky with it. He was also a ‘man’s man’ in the sense that he road a big fast motorbike, was into martial arts, athletic and good looking. 

“Hi, Pat. How’re things going?” Opening his motorcycle leathers to reveal a bare chest beneath it, he grinned. “Don’t tell me, the ‘family nightmare’ has started.”

I stared. “Family nightmare?”

“Yup. It runs in the family, has done since at least Great-Grandad Jake’s time. Started with his grandfather in fact. Hits most of us around puberty, some harder than others. Your Dad says it looks as if you’ve copped the bad dose, just like me, so he asked me to talk to you about it.”

“Dad knows?”

“Of course.” He grinned. “You thought he wouldn’t notice cum stained sheets, shorts and just about everything else?” He patted my knee. “Do you sometimes wake up smelling rubber?”

“Er, yes. And tasting something like thick snot … even sometimes find cum in my crack.”

“Yup.” He smiled. “Your Dad is right, the full curse has landed on you, just as it did on me.”

“Curse?” This was going way too fast. 

“Yeah.” He studied me. “You’re full Gay, like me?”

I nodded. “Well, yeah, but I haven’t told anyone, and I kind of hoped …”

“Forget it. If you’re gay, you’re gay. End of.” He paused, staring at his hands. “We’re a little different to other families. We live with an old curse. It turns some of us into rubber bondage fetish toys for other men once we reach puberty, the others get to be bisexual. It started for me at about the same age as you.” Hesitating, he stroked my shoulder. “You learn to live with it, even like it.”

“What’s this curse?” Feeling alarmed and afraid, I thought I could guess, and I had a feeling that what I was ‘dreaming’ was a prelude to what I would soon experience.”

“You want the whole story?”

“Well, if I’m going to be cursed, I’d like to know why!”

“Okay. About five generations back, our ancestor, named Zeb, was friends with several other boys his age. Like us, he was Gay only they didn’t have a name for it then, and guys like us either hid it completely, or found ways to isolate themselves as hunters, trappers, seamen — anything that meant spending a lot of time away from ‘temptation’ if you follow me.”

I nodded. That made sense, particularly given the fact that in many communities, anything like Gay sex would have led to hanging, burning at the stake or some other violent death as punishment. I had read the history.

“Right. But in a community like the one he lived in, that wasn’t so easy, especially for a randy fifteen year old who discovered there was fun to be had tying up other boys and teasing them — without blatantly giving them any sexual contact. Where it all went wrong, was he played a little carelessly with a boy who, like him, was Gay. That boy, named Jem, loved being tied up, and, as you know, when you get excited, it shows.”

“I guess. So they got a bit carried away and got caught?”

“Not immediately. One day our ancestor discovered a kind of gum that adhered to his body in interesting ways, and gave him some good feelings when applied to his genitals. He encouraged his friend to try it, and the friend liked it as well, especially when he discovered that the gum — a kind of natural latex as we would recognise it today — dried to give a smooth ‘skin’ on his body that could be peeled and replaced when he wanted to. So, basically, they invented latex body suits.”

“So?”

“So, my dear Pat, they found a new form of fetish, and that is where the trouble started.” He paused for thought. “You see, they took to wearing some of it all the time, and sometimes did a full coverage when they thought they could be away from home for longer. Naturally our ancestor explored things a bit further, and somewhere along the line discovered he liked ‘topping’ his friend, and they both liked having sexual games while coated in the latex gum and with one bound and the other as top. That was their undoing. They were discovered ‘en flagrante’ by the father of our ancestor’s friend.”

“Oh shit. He freaked out?”

“Yes. Our ancestor was able to make a run for it, but his friend, being bound, couldn’t. He was dragged back to the town, forced to confess to his ‘crime’ and then humiliated naked and still coated in the latex gum in the stocks in the market place. Then, when he was released from them, placed on trial for the crime of sodomy. For that he was to be stoned to death. Our ancestor, having snuck back into town to try and rescue his friend, was seized, humiliated in the stocks, and given the same sentence.”

“Bloody hell! Did they do it?”

“No. They were branded and banished, and disappeared completely, though some stories circulated that they’d committed suicide and now haunt the place they were caught. That is where Jem’s grandfather, a rather powerful shaman, though he pretended to be a Preacher most of the time, enters the picture. First, he cursed the town, the town’s people, and especially the judges, and then he got to our ancestor. He decreed that our ancestor would henceforth serve Jem, always in latex, always the bottom, and always the servant of his master. He also extended the curse to every future generation of our family and the townspeople, decreeing that until one of us was prepared to take our Master’s place in an act of sacrifice, one son of the family would suffer the same punishment in each generation.” He stared at his hands. “We’ve all tried, none of us has broken the curse. I suspect it will only be broken when one of us winds up the bottom to a master descended from Jem.”

Thinking about this, I asked, “So, what can I expect?”

“I’ll start with what you’re already getting. First of all, you’ve never grown any body hair?”

Blushing, I said, “Yeah. Used to get teased about it.”

“Right. I know the feeling. Second you dream a lot? Wet dreams? In your dream you’re totally encased in tight black rubber?”

I nodded. 

“And you dream of sucking men’s cocks, or having them suck yours?”

“Yes, and sometimes they are fucking me.”

“Right. Well the wearing rubber isn’t a ‘dream’ as such, you are wearing it. That’s why you smell of it in the morning.” He hesitated. “The rest is what you will be doing when you have a master. That’s why I never bother wearing anything under my leathers. I know when my master wants me for his pleasure, the rubber starts to spread from my cock, and covers the rest of me from there. Always the same, total enclosure, and clothes just transform into additional bondage or rubber gear.” 

“Yes, but ..,” I paused. “How come you are here, and have visited us and yet I’ve never seen …”

He laughed. “My master releases me from time to time. We have a signal he sends me when he wants me back, and I have enough time to get there before the change comes over me.”

Frowning I considered. “How am I supposed to find a master?”

“You don’t. He will find you. Do you see a face in your dreams?”

I thought about it. “Yes.” I grinned. “Actually, he’s quite a good looking guy. I fancy him like fuck, but he’s not …” I paused. 

“Thought so. Well you’ll recognise him when he comes to claim you. The fact you can see his face means he’ll claim you soon.”

“I hope you’re right. I mean he really is what I’d like …” A thought struck me. “You said the shaman cursed everyone? The town, the judges …?”

“Yes. All those involved. He cursed them all, making the men desire sex with men, and the women to bare only sons who were men lovers. The chances are that your master will be a descendent of one of them. Mine is.”

I nodded. Okay, this at least cut both ways. “What happens when he does come to claim me? Will we have to do some sort of public declaration?”

“No, but there is a bonding ritual. Your Master will decide what form it takes and where it is done.” He smiled and hugged me, the smell of his leather biking outfit filling my nose. “Once performed, you are bound to each other.” His kiss surprised me, but was nice. “And believe me, you’ll love every second of it, no matter what it is.” 

My dreams persisted after he left for his own home, becoming more vivid with each passing month. Then one night, soon after my eighteenth birthday, at the full moon, I woke in the early part of it to find myself sealed inside a skintight rubber suit that moulded to me in unbelievable ways. My head was encased in tight black latex, which enclosed my neck, chest, arms, torso and legs. Even my hands and feet were covered by it. My cock stood proud in a sheath, my balls encased in black latex. Only my anus remained free and my mouth and my lips were encased in latex, was also free.

Slipping out of bed I stared at myself in the full length mirror. I was an anonymous black latex mannequin, a sex toy whose sole purpose was to please the master I knew would soon claim me. I was ready. In the mirror a ghostly figure stood beside me, his own figure shrouded in a rather cruder form of the substance covering me. The figure smiled approvingly, nodded to me, then faded from sight even as I turned to look at the spot the image suggested he’d been standing. My cock tingled, and I felt a soft cool breath — a ghostly kiss.

“Thanks, I think,” I whispered. The conversation with Uncle Paul came back to me. The fact I was awake, totally encased in rubber and staring at my reflection meant my intended Master must be ready to claim me. I looked at the bedside clock. It was near enough time to get up, so I tidied the room, made the bed and then sat on it. Then I got out my iPad and sent a message to Uncle Paul. 

To my surprise, I got an answer almost immediately. “Your Master will claim you today. Whatever you do, don’t attempt to hide your rubber or put on any clothes!”

“Why?”

“Because it will very likely mean your meeting him in total bondage, fully restrained, gagged, plugged and in chastity — believe me you don’t want that to happen!”

I hesitated. There was a certain appeal to being that helpless and having my “master” free me, but I realised Uncle Mike must know something he couldn’t divulge, so I sent back just as I heard my father heading down to the kitchen, “Okay. Better go now, I have to tell Dad.”

“Good luck!”

Walking into the kitchen was one of the toughest moments I have ever faced. I mean, here I was, totally encased in skintight latex, my cock standing proud and hard, my balls large and full, my ass ringed by a reinforced opening — the only part of me beside my eyes that wasn’t covered by the tight latex — about to confront my father.

“Morning, Dad,” I greeted, trying to sound normal.

Turning, he started to greet me, then his smile froze. “So it’s today?”

“Looks like it. I messaged Uncle Paul. He says I mustn’t try to wear anything over this, and must just wait until whoever comes to claim me.”

With a resigned shrug, my father indicated the kettle. “Want a coffee? Any idea when ‘he’ will come for you?”

“Yes, please.” I sat carefully, the seat cold to my sphincter. “I don’t know, but I think he’s already on his way, and will be here quite soon.”

“Looking forward to it?”

“I don’t know, Dad. Part of me is, but there’s a lot of me that’s quite scared.”

Putting the coffee in front of me, he patted my shoulder. “Understandable. I expect he’ll want you to move to his home, wherever it is. And I expect it will take some adjusting to get to know him and get used to a new house, maybe town as well.”

“Yeah. I guess.” I paused. “You’ll have this place all to yourself though.” I grinned at a sudden thought. “Plus you won’t have to deal with all my cum stains on the sheets any more.”

Spluttering his coffee, my father laughed. “Damn it, Pat, you caught me off guard there! True, you’ll have to deal with all your own cum stains from now on!”

The doorbell startled me as I finished cleaning the livingroom. Quickly I went to the kitchen to put away the things while my Dad went to the door. I heard him greet someone he obviously knew, and ushered them into the livingroom.

“Pat,” he called. “Your visitors are here.”

I gulped. It was ‘Him’, my new Master and Lover. How did I know? Easy, my cock was rigid in it’s sheath, and my pulse was a little faster, and — I could ‘feel’ him. “Yes, sir. here I am.”

Walking through to the hall, I entered the livingroom and stopped. My heart skipped several beats as my cock twitched. An older man stood with my father, but my eyes were on the younger man who faced me, a smile on his face. “Hallo, Pat. Ready for our bonding?”

I dropped my gaze. It was him, my dream master, Mike, the athlete, the man of my dreams. “Yes, Mi .. Master. Do you wish to take me here, before witnesses?”

He glanced at my father and his. “That won’t be necessary. Take me to your bedroom, we can do what I have in mind there.”

For some reason I felt relieved. I hadn’t relished getting my first sexual contact with Mike watched by our fathers. “Then come with me, Master. This way please. I am ready for whatever you want.”

Shutting the door behind us, he looked round my room. “Nice. Undress me, Pat.”

“Yes, Master.” I did as he asked, pleasantly surprised to see he was wearing a rubber catsuit beneath his street clothes. His cock, like mine, was large and fully erect in its latex sheath. Folding his clothes, carefully, I placed them on the desk. “I’m ready, Master.”

“Then come here, Pat. The curse requires that we make love, or rather that I penetrate you and put my spunk in you, but I want us to be lovers, not just sexual partners.” He paused. “You know I am the direct descendent of Jeremiah Michael or Jem as he prefered, just as you are the direct descendent of Zebediah, or Zeb, who was also named Padraig.” He hesitated. “We can break this curse.”

I nodded. “I know, but it requires I sacrifice myself for something you are in danger for.”

“One way. The other is that we become, as the original friends were, both friends and lovers and not just giving one another sexual favours.”

I smiled. “That’s almost too easy. Are you sure?” I paused. “I’ve hoped my Master would be you since the very first inkling I had of what I was to be.” Hesitating, I took a deep breath. “I’m compelled by the curse, to always be subservient — a true ‘bottom’ — to you, but I don’t think I will find that a hardship because … I am attracted to you by much more than just …”

He smiled, and enfolded me in his arms. Our mouths met in a prolonged kiss. “I hoped you felt that way, because I’ve felt the same about you. Now we must work together to discover whether that is the compulsion of the curse, or whether it really is the feeling our ancestors had for each other — they were lovers in the real sense. Jem left a record of his love for Zeb and I’ve read it.” He kissed me again. “So here is what I propose, since I must penetrate you, and I must impregnate you in some way, I will give you the choice.”

Secure in his embrace, I hesitated. Then I asked, “What would give you the most pleasure? I would be happy to accept this in the manner you would get the most pleasure from.”

He laughed. “I gave you the choice.”

Suddenly I knew exactly what he would like most. I smiled. “Then, my Master, place me on the bed, and take me as a man takes a woman. Face to face.”

For a moment, he hesitated. “Thank you,” he whispered, and helped me onto the bed, positioned the pillow beneath my hips and applied lubricant to us both.

“Ready, Pat? This may hurt at first.”

“I know, Master Michael, but it will give you the pleasure you desire, and which I want as well.”

Positioning himself carefully, he pressed his large glans to my opening. Smiling down at me, he murmured, “Ready, Pat? I will take it slow and try not to hurt you.”

I smiled. “Penetrate me, Master. I’m ready, and I want you to enjoy it as much as I will.”

He pushed. His big and well lubricated glans parted my muscle, then it was inside me.

My eyes widened, and my mouth formed an ‘O’ as it stretched me. “Ooooooh! Yes, Master” I gasped. “Yes, Master, fill your Rubber Pussy-boy with your beautiful cock. Join us, make me your toy, your plaything, fill me with your seed and enslave me!”

Sinking his thick, long, cock fully into me, he paused, lowering his head and chest until his face was close to mine, he whispered, “We are now joined, Pat. Do you wish to be just my rubber pussy-boy? My toy for sex, or will you be my lover, my life’s companion? Choose!” 

Raising my arms, I slipped them round him. “I choose to be your lover, Michael. Not from compulsion, but because that is what I wish to be. Lover, companion, friend — always willing to offer my body for your pleasure, anywhere, anyhow, and anywhen.”

Lowering his face to mine, he kissed me long and deep, then whispered, “And I accept, and promise to be your lover, friend and companion. Your pleasure shall be mine, and mine yours.”

I smiled, hugging him. “So be it. I give myself to you, Michael, my Master. Complete my enslavement, Master, so my offering of myself is total. I surrender myself and all my body to you in love, yours to hold and to use in the hope you will love me as I already love you.”

“So be it,” he said, and very gently began to fuck me. 

The motion of his big cock in my butt and against my prostate was amazing and I struggled not to allow myself to cum. His thrusting increased in pace, my legs rose in the air and then crossed over his back as he reached his climax. HIs hot spunk filled my butt, and a sensation of satisfaction flooded through me. Now I was fully bound to him, his cock slave, his rubber toy. I loved him, and could only hope that, having given myself so fully and freely to him, he would reciprocate.

We parted slowly, but then he made me remain as I was. To my intense pleasure, he began to apply himself to giving me the same sexual satisfaction. His mouth engulfed my cock, and he applied himself very skilfully. All too soon I felt myself reach that point of no return. No matter how I tried to divert my attention, I could not stop the ejaculation — and he sucked it all down.

When he had done, he dropped beside me, wrapping me in his arms, and looking for a kiss.

“And now, Pat, I have a surprise for you. We are going to move into our own home, on the very site our ancestors were entrapped. I hope you will love it there as much as I do.”

“Michael, Mike, if you are happy there, I will be.” I returned his kiss. “I’m glad it's you I am bound to by the curse. I wanted you before I knew anything about this curse, and now I know I was right.” I hugged him. “Take me downstairs as we are, and I will give myself to you in front of them.” 

“If you’re sure …”

“Of course, beloved Master.”

“Then lets go.” He laughed. “This will be one for the books.”

Slipping off the bed, we kissed again, then I stopped as an idea struck me. “You know there is a side effect of the curse on me? My uncle says if I put on any normal clothes to hide my rubbered anatomy they will immediately become bondage restraints and I could wind up in total and very restrictive rubber bondage.”

He grinned. “Would you enjoy that?”

“If you would like it, Master, I’m willing to risk it.”

He laughed. “You and I are going to make history, Pat. I love the idea, but let’s not risk it now. Come on, I want to show them I have the partner of my dreams.” He slipped his arm through mine. “As we are then.”

Our fathers looked up as we entered. “Dad, Pat and I are now bound to each other in accordance with the curse and the ritual, but we want to be more than just owner and toy.” Mike paused. “From now on, Pat is my partner, my friend, and my companion. In token of which, I offer him my love, respect and body.”

“Wow, that’s quite an undertaking, Mike,” his father said. “You know the implications?”

“Of course, Dad.” He turned to my father. “Pat and I are the direct descendents of Zeb and Jem, the original lovers. We hope to live up to their love for one another.”

“As your father said, Mike, that is one big undertaking. Think you can cope with it, Pat?”

“Dad, I’ve wanted to be Mike’s lover since I first got interested in sex, and now I’ve actually felt him in me, I know I can be his lover in any and every way he wants me to be — because he is the man I love.” I grinned. “And to prove it, I want him to put me in the heaviest restraints he can think of, take me back upstairs and have his pleasure with me.”

The two men looked surprised, then laughed as Mike blushed, then grinned, his erection hardening. “You want me to do that, Pat? Really want me to do that?”

“Mike — Master, I want it more than anything. I want to be as helpless as Jem when he and Zeb were caught ‘en flagrante’.” I grinned. “If Uncle Paul is right, all I have to do is try to hide my rubbered anatomy with clothes.”

Ten minutes later, two shirts, a brief and tow pairs of gym shorts had become a strait jacket, a gag and an interesting set of arm and leg restraints, plus a gag in my mouth, and a large plug in my butt. Mike smiled as he studied me. “That sort of restricts activity, but it serves the purpose.”

His father nodded. “No wonder your great-great-great — whatever got caught. Better take Pat upstairs and enjoy him.”

“Come on then, Pat. I think you’re enjoying this as much as I am!”

I grunted my agreement, then offered him the only bit of me still free, my cock.

He laughed. “I’ll get to that! Guys, give me a hand to get him upstairs, please.”

For a moment, Mike contemplated me from the now closed door. “Pat, you’re bloody amazing. Yes, we are going to make this work. Just wait and see.” He smiled. “Now I’m going to do what our ancestors were up to when they were caught.” He laughed. “I discovered, reading Jem’s diary, that it was Zeb that was helpless, and and they were doing what I’m going to do now with you!”

Applying lube to my cock, he applied more to his opening, then straddled me. “And now, my lover, just as Jeremiah did back in 1643, I am going to impale myself on you.”

I nodded my agreement, grunting into the heavy gag — a rubber penis filling my mouth and a tight muzzle covering my lower face — and positioned myself in readiness.

Straddling me he reached round, grasping my rampant tool, and guided it into position against his anus. Then he began to sink onto it. “Mmmmm,” He moaned as my cock penetrated his opening. “Mmmmm, yes! Push against me, Pat. Push!”

I pushed, and suddenly we were joined, with my cock fully inside him.

“Aaah! Oh yes.” Resting his hands on my shoulders he let out a long sigh. “Yes. Ever since I read Jem’s account, I have dreamed we would do this.” He  moved gently, rising and falling on my shaft and I responded. “Pat, even if we don’t break the curse, promise me you will share this with me again.”

I sighed, nodding, and suddenly the gag was loose and I could push it out of my mouth. “Any time you want it, Master Michael, Mike, my lover. Any time you want me, I am yours, and only yours. I don’t care if the curse remains, as long as I have you.”

He lowered himself onto me, his mouth seeking mine. “And I am yours, my love, curse or no curse.”

Our coupling was a long one, with many pauses for sheer enjoyment, and more kissing. We exchanged a great deal in the way of sighs, words of endearment and expressions of love, but, eventually I could hold back no longer and shot a generous load into him.

“And now, my love,” I sighed as my now soft cock slid out of him. “Feed me your cock again. Let me savour you again …”

It was sunset before we rejoined our fathers, hand in hand, still clad only in our latex coverings. You could sense something had changed in the air. They looked up as we approached and smiled. 

“You guys finished your introductions yet?”

“You bet, Dad, or maybe we just finished the first course,” I joked.

Mike’s Dad smiled. “Well, Mike? Are you meant for each other? You talked about it for long enough.”

Slipping his arm round my waist, Mike kissed me. “Pat’s everything I dreamed and more. Much, much more. Have you got the box I gave you earlier? Can I have it, please?”

His Dad smiled and handed over a small flat box.

Turning to me, Mike opened it. “Our ancestors wore these. Jem describes how he put one on Zeb and then Zeb put one on him. I’d like us to do the same in front of our parents.”

I felt the surge of emotion. Nodding I took one of the leather collars from the box. “Yes, it is right we should do it. The world must know we belong to each other now.” I kissed him. “You do it first.” I knelt and extended my neck. “I give myself to you, as your lover, companion, friend — whatever you ask of me.”

“I accept.” He slipped the collar round my neck and fastened it. Then raised me to my feet, and kissed me. “Now you must fit mine.”

He knelt and repeated what I had said earlier. I echoed his acceptance, slipped the collar into place and fastened it, feeling it lock itself to him. Then I lifted him to his feet and kissed him. “Now we must work to put right the two centuries of wrong for Jem and Zeb, my love.”

Our fathers joined us, bestowing hugs. “Congratulations you two, we think you have already broken the curse. Time will tell. You can’t live Jem or Zeb’s lives, but you can release them from the unhappiness they suffered and have suffered trapped as we all were by the injustice done them.”

“Time will tell,” Mike’s father said. “Now, how about you two putting on something that isn’t quite so revealing — assuming you can — and we can all go out to celebrate your finally coming together.”