Strange Encounter: Permanent Effects

Chapter 10 — A rescue

The door chime sounded as we finished lunch and I answered, forgetting that I wasn’t wearing my codpiece tanga. 

“Now I see what keeps Rory busy,” joked Ted standing at the door. Dressed in jeans and teeshirt with a light jacket he looked relaxed as his eyes ran over me. 

“Oh!” I glanced down and realised what I was showing off. I was still semi-hard after having Rory feast on my cock and it glistened. “Please come in.” I grinned. “I’ll — er — get my codpiece.”

“Stay as you are,” Ted replied, laughing. “Where’s Rory?”

“On the patio.” I grinned. “And in the same state of dress …”

“I’m not surprised.” He walked toward the patio as I closed the door and followed.

I joined them as Ted seated himself.

“Can I get you something to drink, sir?” I asked as Rory adjusted his lounger.

“Thanks, Lukas, but not right away. Gary is waiting for us, and it’ll have to wait, we’ve got a job to do.” He grinned at me and asked, “Is that fetching chastity belt you wore to the office when you first came available?”

“Yes, sir.” I laughed. “Shall I fetch it?”

He glanced at Rory. “Yes, put it on. Gary is wearing his, and we’re going to meet up with him in the garage. We’ve got to collect a delivery.”

I hurried away as he started to explain what was happening. When I returned, with the belt fitted and locked, I handed the keys to Rory and he kissed me as he made to go indoors.

“Ted will explain the situation, my love.” He squeezed my butt as he passed. “I won’t be long.”

“He makes it sound terribly dramatic.” Ted turned to face me. “It’s not really, but it could be tricky.” He paused. “A young relative of Gary’s vanished some time ago on a trip to Brazil. He was kidnapped and has been held as a slave by a rather nasty group there. They did a lot of rather crude body modifications on him and now he’s been found and rescued, but he’s in a hell of a state.” He stared at the view for a while as I absorbed all this. “You don’t know this, but you could have wound up the same way — RubberMan got to you first.” He turned to me again as Rory rejoined us. “They’re going to try to help Felix … but you, Lukas, and Gary will have a big part to play in it. Will you give it a try?”

“Of course!” I volunteered immediately. Then his comment made me pause. “You said I nearly went the same way?”

“Yes. The Brazilian crowd had you marked for abduction. You were a bit careless on your online profile for some of the fetish sites you used. I don’t know the whole story, or how the  Brazilians function, only what RubberMan have told me, normally they grab their victims in Brazil. Felix went there to meet someone, and vanished, so there was probably some way to lure you into a honeytrap as well. The key is that their abductees aren’t treated the way RubberMan treats the guys they take — they’re expendable. And the ‘modifications’ aren’t intended to make the person comfortable — in fact the opposite, and as non-human as they can. Unlike the RubberMan process it usually involves a lot of surgery and implants. Basically turning the victim into mythological or demonic sex slaves to be enjoyed by some very wealthy and very kinky people to be fucked to death. We’re still not sure how far they’d gone with Felix.” He nodded as Rory joined us. “Ready? Then let’s go. They’ll be arriving at the rendezvous in an hour. Gary has the van ready.”

Gary had the van ready when we reached the garage, and slipped into the back with me as Ted and Rory took the front seats. In our seats we could see out through the blacked out panels, and often travelled this way when we were taken to any of the Clubs or to the RubberMan facility in the city. To any casual observer it was like any other delivery van, but this one had a few additional features including some interesting means to defend itself and us.

Rory drove us to a quiet part of town, and then, after a brief stop evidently waiting on a signal, moved off again, and drove into a basement car park. At the lowest level several men were waiting.

“The Package is sedated at the moment,” one of the men told Ted. “He’s restrained as well. The bastards did a real number on him. Hope RubberMan can sort him out.”

“Thanks, they think they can at least give him a better deal than he’s had so far.” He got out. “Where’s he now?”

“In our travelling rig.” He signalled his companions. “Bring him over boys. You’ve got people to look after him while you drive.”

“Yes.” Ted opened the door to where Gary and I sat. “Out you come guys. We’ll fit Felix between you so you can keep him calm.”

We stepped out as a figure covered by a light cover was unloaded from their vehicle and wheeled toward us. The leader looked us over and smiled. 

“You guys look bloody good like that.” He smiled. “Hey, Mike, come and meet a pair of fellow Rubber men.”

Gary exclaimed as a fully rubber coated figure stepped out of the van. “Mike! Long time no see.” He embraced the newcomer. “Thanks for looking after Felix.” He glanced at where the shrouded chair and its occupant were now being loaded into our van. “Is he badly …”

“He can’t talk at the moment, and they’ve done some heavy mods to him.” Mike grimaced. “Bastards. RubberMan will be able to sort out some of it, and the coating will hide some of it, but there’s a few things …” He shrugged. “You’ll see. He Knows what they’ve done and he knows most of it isn’t reversible. He’s going to need all the support he can get.”

We joined the shrouded passenger in the back and took our seats, as Ted explained that we would have to leave via a different route. 

Gary glanced at me, and said, “Time we introduced ourselves to Felix, I think.” He paused, then mouthed carefully. “Don’t show shock! He’s really badly modified.”

I nodded my understanding, and then carefully helped remove the cover. It was really difficult not to show my feelings. Our companion was strapped firmly into a metal framed ‘chair’ and the most obvious thing was that his arms and legs ended at the elbow and the knee. A pair of what looked like bony horns adorned his temples and his face had also been modified. His lips puckered as if he were blowing a kiss, but a gentle examination revealed that his front teeth had been removed and some sort of insert now kept his mouth slightly open. His chest now sported small breasts, and he’d been castrated. His amputated limbs were fully healed, as was his empty scrotum, so he’d been like this for some time already, but why? Why amputate his limbs in this fashion? And why castrate him?

As I watched, his eyes flickered open, then widened in surprise and fear. He made grunting sounds, and Garry reached across and caressed his cheek as tears trickled down Felix’ hollowed cheeks.

“Easy, Felix, you’re safe now. Lukas and I are going to take care of you.” Leaning forward, he kissed the wet cheek. “Lukas is, like me, a Rubber Man, and our Masters are taking us to where you’ll get at least some of what’s been done to you, sorted out.”

Felix made what sounded like a protest, so I moved slightly to where he could see me.

“Hi, Felix. I’m Lukas.” I saw his alarm. “Gary and I are friends, and he’s right, we are going to take care of you, Felix. Our Masters are Ted and Rory, and between us all, you’re going to be safe. Don’t be alarmed, as Gary said, we’re Rubber Men — completely coated in latex, but still very much ourselves.”

For the rest of the drive Gary and I worked hard to keep our companion calm and to reassure him, but it was a real relief to get back to our building and to have Ted and Rory help unload him and convey him up to the flat. Here we released him from the ‘chair’ he’d travelled in, and Gary carried him to the bed I’d prepared for him in our spare room.

“Keep him comfortable guys, the RubberMan people will be here soon to assess what they can do.” Ted looked grim. “In the meantime you’re both free to do whatever Felix asks or wants. Got that? Make sure he feels safe and loved.”

“Thank you, Master Ted.” Gary walked across and hugged his partner. “Thank you. I know this has cost you …”

“Nonsense.” Ted stopped him with a kiss. “Cost doesn’t come into it. I’m doing this because I love you, and for Felix — and all the kids these bastards have destroyed like this. Now give him all the comfort and help he needs, Gary.” He glanced at the abused and helpless figure on the bed. “He needs plenty, and I have something urgent to arrange.” 

He stalked out as Gary joined me at Felix’ side on the bed. Between us we managed to lift him into a more comfortable reclining position and then, at a loss for words, just tried to hold him comfortingly. What sort of brutes would do this to a young man? What sort of sick pleasure did it give someone to use him in this fashion. It made me feel sick to my stomach and all I could do was offer comfort.

It was dark when we heard someone arrive, and Rory’s voice explaining what we’d done for Felix. Between Gary and myself, Felix lay still, only his heartbeat and his steady breathing indicating he was still alive. I couldn’t hear the response by the newcomer, but the harmonics of the voice suggested it was one of the strange ‘attendants’ I had dealt with as I adjusted to my rubber coating. 

Rory ushered him into the room and I saw the figure properly for the first time. He was certainly humanoid, yet not ‘human’. Curiously I felt somehow calmed by his presence, and it evidently affected Gary the same way. We made to move, but he stopped us.

“Remain as you are, Felix has need of your presence,” he said, the voice harmonics sending a tingle through me. The figure glanced at Rory. “We will move him to our facility shortly. It will be best if Gary and Lukas accompany him.” He moved closer and used a hand held device, then pulled back the duvet we’d put over Felix and studied his crotch and the erect penis. “The removal of his testicles does not affect his sexual response, so we will be able to restore his pleasure function, if necessary, but not his ability to produce sperm.” He touched Felix’ mouth, inserting a long slim finger, and nodded. “They have modified his mouth for fellatio. That too we can restore.” Pausing, he said, “Extend your tongue, Felix:”

Slowly, his eyes on the figure’s masked face, he extended his tongue.

“What the hell?” Gary exclaimed, staring at the forked appendage that protruded for Felix mouth.

“As I thought. Surgically divided. It will not be easy to restore, but it can be done. The limbs cannot be restored, but we may be able to fit artificial limbs that will give similar function.” He stood, replaced the duvet and nodded. “I will send my people to collect him. “Let Gary and Lukas accompany them. Their services will be necessary for at least two days, possibly longer.”

 “Can his speech be restored?” Rory asked. 

“That should be a simple matter. The modification to his oral area is fairly crude, and reversible. Once the modifying insert is removed, if his larynx is intact he should recover speech very rapidly — though the reshaping of his tongue may impede it.”

Rory escorted the visitor out and I glanced at Gary, then at Felix. On impulse, I bent toward him and kissed his tear streaked cheek. 

“We’ve got this, Felix. You’re going to be okay.” 

Two days later I joined Gary in the room where Felix lay to be greeted by a smile from Felix. The short ‘horns’ on his temples looked natural, as did the small but firm breasts thrusting from his chest. After some discussion with the Rubber Masters and their medics, Felix had made plain his desire to keep both, arguing that since he lacked testes, he might as well have some features for a lover to enjoy.

“Thththan’s,” he managed. “Than’s fo’ … e’ery ththin’.” His forked tongue flickered over his lips. “I’m goin’ thoo beath thith.”    

“Of course you are!” I smiled, bent down and kissed him in greeting. I glanced at Gary. “And then we’re going to have to sort out who gets possession of you for the future. Gary, or me!”

That got a laugh from Felix. “Wha’ li’e ‘isss?”

“Yes, and fully rubbered like us!” Gary shot back indicating our rubber coatings.

“We’ll have to see what our Masters want I think,” I laughed. “The rubber master tells me that before you can move forward with your treatment, you will have to receive the full coating like us. Do you think you can cope with it?”

“Ethth,” He glanced at Gary and smiled, and used his eyes to indicated his stumps of arms. “Afther thith? An’ bein’ gelded? ‘Eth!”

Gary caressed his cheek. “The Rubber Master is preparing to rubberise you today, Felix. Once that is done they will try to create prosthetic limbs for you.” Bending down, he kissed his relative’s cheek. “We’ll be here when you wake up from the process, and we’ll be there to help you learn to use the prosthetics.”

“Wha’ doess thith protheth ..?” Felix gave up trying to shape the word he wanted, but Gary understood.

“Okay, first you’ll be fitted into a very tight net-like suit made of a natural collagen. It bonds to your skin, and then you will get this,” He indicated his own rubber coating, “coating. It builds up slowly, but, unlike normal latex rubber, it ‘breathes’ and binds to the collagen, which is bonded to you. So you end up like us, with a latex suit that is actually bonded to you.” He squeezed Felix’ shoulder. “It’s permanent, and you’ll have to be polished a couple of times a day — the polish makes you nice and shiny, but it feeds your skin and it helps the latex coating repair any wear.” He stopped as the Rubber Master’s team arrived. “Looks like it’s time. We’ll be here when you wake up fully rubbered.”

As they removed him on a gurney, one turned to me. “You’re wanted in the recovery chamber.” He grinned. “A new Rubber Man will be awakening in ten minutes.”

“In ten minutes? Who ..?” I remembered Pawel. “Oh. Right.” I stroked Felix’ arm. “I’ll be here when you’re coated. See you then.”

Gary joined me as we watched him wheeled away. “I think he’ll be alright, Lukas. Come on, I’ll walk with you to recovery.” We set off and to my surprise, he took my hand. “I want to thank you, for what you’re doing for Felix. He’s my sister’s youngest, and it broke her when he vanished.”

“Least I can do, Gary.” I walked in silence for a bit. “Why would they remove his arms and legs like that? Why castrate him?”

“You can’t figure it out?” He watched me. “Heard of ‘puppy play’? That’s what they’ve done to him. Leaving him with stumps of his legs and arms means he can only move on all fours, like a dog or some other animal. The horns suggest the latter. As for the castration, well, it leaves him able to satisfy the sexual pleasure of his user, and he can get stimulated himself — but can’t actually get the release you get from ejaculation.” His grip on my hand tightened and I could feel his anger. “Bastards! It’s taken them a year to do this to him. And you can bet they wereN’t finished …” He shuddered. “Well, here we are. Better report yourself as present. I’ll see you in our suite when you’re done.”

On impulse, I turned toward him and kissed him. “No worries, Gary, I’ve promised to help with Felix, and I’ll see you later in our suite.” I had a thought. “I’ll see if I can get Rory’s permission to be available for your enjoyment …”

Surprised, he squeezed my hand. “Thanks, I appreciate that.”