Possessed

Living with my Uncle Rod was great, although he was definitely Gay, he made no moves on me. He had it all going for him. Handsome, athletic build, well off and running his own architectural business, looked fantastic in a Speedo that showed off his ‘assets’ to perfection … About ten years older than me — a late addition to the family — he was always good company, a great host and very tolerant of his nephew’s erratic hours, and somewhat disorganised studying patterns. I knew he was into some sort of fetish, but he never discussed it, and always deflected any suggestion if I attempted to do so. I certainly noticed his well defined ‘package’ filling out his tailored slacks, or his fitted stretch jeans. I envied it, since my own tackle is very much ‘average’ and nothing remarkable. Sure I made some ‘moves’ on him, but, though he obviously enjoyed me doing so, he didn’t bite.

I’ve always swung both ways, and am pretty much at ease with it. I just like sex, and I’m not fussy about the gender issue, as long as I like the person, and they are willing and want sex with me. And Rod would definitely have fitted the bill! Not that I got that much sex anywhere — as a student working my way through uni I didn’t have a lot of time for socialising, and the shortage of money was a major reason I lived with my uncle. As to why I was living with him; it’s complicated. He’s my real father’s youngest brother. My parents had split up, and my mother remarried to a guy I couldn’t stand. I wanted to study art and graphics, and he persuaded my mother it was a waste of money — so I had walked out, determined to make my own way. 

It hadn’t proved easy, and Uncle Rod had finally tracked me down to a squat, and hauled me off to his home. I paid my way, after a fashion, at least covering the food I ate.

The house is a Georgian townhouse, originally with kitchen, scullery, larder and coal store in the cellar, reception rooms on the ground floor, bedrooms on the first and second floors and servants quarters in the attic. Rod had done a complete makeover of the place, so I occupied the servants rooms with my own bathroom, a study and bedroom and a tiny kitchenette. The main kitchen remained in the cellar, but heavily modernised, with a dining room adjoining with windows and doors to the garden. The ground floor now had a large living room facing the back of the house and garden, with a wide patio verandah. What had been the front room was now a very comfortable ‘office’. Two large bedrooms en suite took up the first floor and two more similar on the second. The rest of the basement area was, Rod told me, still original and just storage for the moment.

He regularly entertained visitors, usually couples, and almost always ‘gay’. When this happened when I was working late or attending lectures, I made use to the narrow ‘servants stairs’ so I could come and go without disturbing Rod or the guests. Frequently though, he included me in the party, something I always enjoyed. Some visitors flirted with me in fun, but it never got beyond flirting.

Soon after I moved in I began to suspect there was something odd about the place. I had odd dreams — erotic ones — and sometimes the smell of latex in my room was quite strong. I raised it with my uncle.

“Oh, you’ve noticed?” He smiled. “There’s some old story about the place being haunted. It doesn’t bother me, and I’ve lived here five years now.” He watched my reaction. “The story is the ghost is someone who was a Gay latex lover.” He laughed. “Probably why it doesn’t bother me.”

“I guess I can live with that.” I grinned. “The dreams are pretty graphic, but, hey, they’re just dreams.” In fact I had one of these dreams usually about once a month, sometimes twice, and they always left me tired and on a sexual high for a day or two. “Bloody realistic ones, but just dreams.” 

“If you say so,” he teased. “Any time you want to put it to the test, let me know.”

“You mean wear latex?”

“If you like. No, I meant the dreams. They involve latex? With a partner?” He regarded me quizzically. “Gay sex? Or straight?”

I blushed. “Always Gay. The figures in my dream are always in latex, even their faces covered by it.” They were always male and gave me the most fantastic blowjobs, but I decided not to mention that. “Let’s just say it’s pretty intense.”

He laughed. “I expect so — and you enjoy it I think.”

“You bet.” I laughed. “Call it my ghostly lover. He or she certainly knows how to please a man! If it wasn’t for these ‘visits’ I’d be celibate.”

In all honesty I looked forward to these ghostly visits. With my crazy work and study efforts, and trying to keep up with assignments, attend lectures and earn some money, social life was more or less confined to “Hi, how’re you doing?” Followed by “See you soon!” 

The dreams followed a sort of pattern. Almost always on a night I’d worked late and had no early classes on the next day. Always intense, they always came on nights when I more or less passed out on the bed, too tired to do much more than strip. As I always sleep naked that seldom took me long. There was another aspect to it that took me a while to register — I’d arrive home and head upstairs and be ready for sleep almost as soon as I entered the room. In fact, I could sometimes barely remember undressing.

The dreams were always fantastically real, so real that if I dreamed my latex covered lover sucked my cock, my ejaculation never left any cum stains in the bed … And the scent of latex lingered. For at least a day afterward it was still there.

Then came the night nearly two years after I moved in, and with my course winding to an end, that I experienced the first of a different type of dream. In these I was always restrained, and my ‘lover’ always fully covered in shiny latex, and sometimes so was I, usually in a heavy latex strait jacket, and sometimes in a tight fitting hood that restricted my vision. The funny part was I really looked forward to these particular dreams, even trying to find ways of inducing them.

Uncle Rod treated me to a fantastic dinner the night I got my results.

“What are your plans?” He asked in the car on the way home. “Got something lined up yet?”

“Uh huh. My tutor got me an interview with a company that needs a graphic designer who can join a remote working team. I got the job!”

“Great.” Rod pulled up at the garage he kept the car in and I got out. Joining me in the mews, he continued. “We can have a chat about what you need and where to set it up tomorrow. Is it the sort of work you want? It can be a bit lonely working remotely like that.”

“I know, but, hey, it’ll make a hell of a change from working two different jobs and trying to get to classes one time.” I grinned as we entered the house. “And cope with my ghostly visitor!”

Rod laughed. “He gives you a good work out?”

“Brilliant,” I joked. “Just wish it was actually real.” I waved at my crotch. “And I had a bit more to offer.”

“Hah,” Rod laughed. “Be careful what you wish for!”

I made my way upstairs, suddenly exhausted. Falling into bed I was asleep almost as soon as I hit the pillow. And then the dream started.

This dream was different. For a start the shiny latex figure got me on my feet, then inserted me into a very tight and very heavy latex strait jacket before leading me down the narrow ‘servant’s stairs’ and into the basement. Facing me was what some call a whipping bench, and with my arms freed, I was helped onto this, then strapped firmly in place. Below me, my erection was fitted into a tight flexible tube and something secured it in place. Then I was fucked. At least, it felt like it. Not just the once. Between each fucking something rigid was inserted into my opening, and each time it was removed, a cock replaced it and gave me another dose of cum.

Throughout not a word was said, and the whole thing seemed to be happening to someone else, as if I was just an observer in my own head. After what seemed like hours, I was taken back upstairs and put to bed. The dream faded away and I slept really heavily.

The sun was shining in my window when I woke, and that told me it was well after midday. Curiously I felt incredible. Rested, wide awake and … yes, randy as hell! And there was another surprise when I rolled out of bed. My cock was twice it’s usual size, and my balls matched. A second realisation hit me — my butt was slick with what felt like lube!

“Fuck …” I exclaimed. Then I caught sight of the rubber catsuit draped over my clothes. “What the hell?”

My mobile buzzed.

“Hello?”

“Got what you wished for, Rob?” Uncle Rod’s voice sounded amused. “Get the latex suit on and come down. We better have a talk and decide how we’re going to arrange our lives from now on.”

“What?” I swallowed. “What have you done to me? What the fuck’s going on?”

He chuckled. “I haven’t done anything to you. But, put the suit on and come down. I’ll explain. Those dreams you’ve had weren’t ‘dreams’, and we’re both now hosts to, for want of a better word, an alien. They’ve taken up residence in our genitalia, and our libido feeds them.” He paused. “You’ll find the latex suit helps. Don’t be long.”

He rang off and I stared at my cock. It was not just long, it was thick, and my scrotum looked huge. Then a strange thing happened. Starting in my crotch, a feeling of calm acceptance and pleasure spread through me. Grinning, I walked to the latex suit and began to work myself into it.

Uncle Rod was right, the suit did feel good, and so did my heavy cock in its sheath and my balls in their pouch. Rod was waiting in the kitchen, dressed exactly as I was, and with his impressive cock as rigid as mine.

“I told you to be careful what you wished for,” he greeted, moving to embrace me. “Feels good?”

Returning the embrace, I grinned. “Fantastic. Why did you wait this long to …”

“You needed preparing to receive your symbiote, and we had to make sure you were receptive, and would enjoy the latex. You passed.” He kissed me hungrily. “Want to see where they had you last night?” His kiss was gentle and very tender. “We’re to be lovers, Rob. That’s the way this works. They take up residence in us, and control some of our body functions, but make us lover pairs and latex fetishists.” He hesitated, holding me tight. “I was allowed to choose you as my partner, even though my Master was impatient. Now we’re together and I am to teach you our role.”

“We’re to be lovers?” I returned his hug. “I’m not complaining! I want to be your lover, Rod …” I kissed him, and let him take control of the kiss. I grinned as he finally broke it, then dropped to my knees and took his cock head into my mouth,  savouring the shape of his sculpted glans, and the taste of his precum. “Mmm, I think I’m going to get to know this much better …”

He laughed. “You will. But first, want to see the playroom? You can get better acquainted there.”

“Yeah, better show me where they had me last night. It was pretty intense, but,” I hugged him, “actually pretty good.”

“Good,” he said, planting another kiss. “Come on, and I’ll show you our playroom.” He grinned. “My Master is hungry and wants us to fuck.”

“Your Master …?” I stopped as the desire for sex filled me. “I think my, um, Master, wants it as well …” I hesitated as the desire to be restrained, and to submit to Rod’s control became overwhelming. “Take me to the playroom, Rod. I need to be restrained and fucked …”

He smiled. “I brought a straitjacket up as I figured they wouldn’t waste time.” He lifted the heavy latex garment and opened it. “Let’s get you dressed.”

I slipped my arms into the closed sleeves and turned to allow him to zip the jacket onto me. In a matter of minutes I was tightly confined in it and he guided me down to the basement. Passing through a heavy door, I found myself in the room of my dream. Rod was in a hurry now, and I submitted, driven by my own desire to have his cum inside me … 

Securing me on my back in a sling with my legs raised and spread wide, Rod moved into position, his now leaking cock aimed at my opening. He kissed my leaking tip, and smiled. “From now on, Rob, we’re going to be bound to each other, and controlled by our Masters. You ready for this?”

“Ready? I doubt it, Rod,” I grinned and pressed my opening against his cock. “But I want your cock inside me more than anything in the world …”

“Then just relax, and let your companion control it …” 

Rod pressed his cock to my sphincter, and I braced myself, expecting the usual initial pain. Instead I felt my muscles relax, and then Rod was fully inside me before I could respond. “Oh!” I said as his pubic mound made contact with my perineum. My sphincter tightened, gripping his shaft. “Oooh! Wow, Rod, is this ..?”

“Yes. They’re in charge.” He smiled, his hands caressing my hips and thighs. “Enjoy the ride!” He began to thrust his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me like a slow running piston. “It takes a while to reach a climax,” he warned. “But that means we’re both producing huge amounts of the hormones they feed on …” He shuddered. “Better warn you, we produce a lot of cum as well …” 

There was no need to tell me about the hormones, I felt the surge! It was weird in a sense. I was helpless, my ‘uncle’ fucking my butt, my own erection between us, with my body and his responding to our coupling, but neither of us actually in control. And what a fantastic fuck it was. Okay, I have not had a lot of experience, but even the best I’d experienced was nothing like this. It didn’t even come close.

I felt the pace increasing, and sensed the slow build up of his ejaculation. Then he rammed himself deep and shuddered as his cock jerked inside me. His cum seemed to erupt in prolonged bursts, not just one quick rush, but several long pulses. And my body responded to the flood of warm cum with what can only be described as a glow of intense satisfaction. It was some time before Rod withdrew himself, and then it was my turn.

Removed from the sling, he moved me to a padded bench, strapped me down on my back and then straddled me, his hand reaching for my erect cock. He smiled. “And now, Rob, you will feed my Master …”

I watched as he lowered himself carefully, and then shivered as his opening engulfed my sensitive glans. He slid gently down my stiff pole, and when I was fully inside him, his sphincter tightened and locked us together. His hands rested on my straitjacketed shoulders. “My Master says we are well matched, my love.” He smiled. “He says you have responded well, and he’s pleased I waited for you.”

“I’m glad,” I shuddered slightly as he began to slide up and down gently on my cock. A sudden realisation came to me. “Your friends … the ones who teased me and flirted … are they also like us — controlled by a Master?”

Rod nodded, focussed on fucking himself on my cock. “Yes,” he replied. “We’re all part of the commune …” He smiled. “And none of us would change it …”

I bit my lip as he worked. The sensations in my cock unbelievable as I gradually built toward what I could sense was going to be a truly fantastic ejaculation. It was. It built up slowly, then exploded through my entire groin, my thighs, my stomach and then the rest of me. The only way to describe it was ‘orgasmic’ — and it didn’t stop when my ejaculations stopped.

Exhausted I lay in a daze trying to get my head to function, trying to work out what I had experienced, trying to just make the world stop spinning. Rod helped me to my feet and steadied me. He grinned. “My Master says you were definitely worth waiting for, Rob.” His kiss was tender. “Want me to release you?”

I managed to get my voice to work. “No!” I croaked. “Oh wow. No, Rod, keep me like this a bit longer, I need to feel restrained, held …” I grinned. “And I think I’ll need another dose of you. My Master seems to want you to let me suck your gorgeous tool …”

“Okay.” He steered me to a bondage throne. “Just sit there while I prepare for it.”

Seating myself gingerly on the forbidding ‘throne’ I noted the fact there was a dildo in the seat which could be raised to enter a ‘victim’ and grinned as I realised my manhole was perfectly positioned … I watched Rod preparing the place he intended to put me to give him ‘head’. The throne was surprisingly comfortable, and I found myself thinking it was going to be fun being restrained in it. Another thought came into my mind. “Um, Rod? I think I need to be blindfolded or hooded for this …”

“Hooded?” Rod grinned. “Yes, that sounds like a great idea.” Looking round, he searched among a number of items. “Yup, here’s just the thing.” He moved to where I sat. “Comfortable?”

“Yes. It is.” I glanced at the hood he held. “That looks awesome.”

“I think you’ll love it.” He opened it, and slipped it over my face. “Hold still while I fasten it.”

“I’m ready.” I felt the zip drawn closed and the rubber pulled tight over my head and eyes leaving only my mouth and nose uncovered. 

He buckled the collar round my neck, then gripped my elbow. “Come on, Rob, I’m loaded, and you need to get into position.”

“Mmm,” I grinned as I stood. “Lead me to it, Rod.”

Guiding me forward he put me over a padded bench, then secured my thighs and ankles with heavy cuffs, and a further wide belt over my back holding me in position. Then his swollen ‘head’ was pressing against my opening …

“Mmmm, oooooh yesssss,” I moaned as he penetrated me. I sensed the control of my alien ‘Master’ as he-it took charge of my muscles and the sensations in my butt and crotch as Rod fucked me. It was intense, and the final result incredible. We remained joined for a while, but then, as if by mutual agreement, we parted and Rod released me.

Wrapping me in his arms, Rod kissed me. “Come to the kitchen with me, I think we need some lunch!” 

“Lunch.” I felt the approval of my ‘companion’, and then something else … “I think, once we’ve eaten, that ‘throne’?”

Rod laughed. “Ah, getting you off to a flying start. Okay, but first — food.”

“You know,” I began as he steered me toward the kitchen. “I think I’m going to like being possessed like this …”