Strange Encounter: Permanent Effects

Chapter 4 — All my tomorrows

The living room was a complete contrast to what I’d expected from the training suite. Comfortable leather armchairs flanked a two seater sofa in the same material facing a glazed wall opening onto a balcony. Pictures decorated the walls, and a dining table, with places laid for two, graced an alcove. As I turned to face him I caught a glimpse of a bedroom through an open door and guessed there was a kitchen behind another closed door.

“They certainly went to town on you, Lukas.” Now I could see him properly, the feeling of familiarity returned. His latex suit — and it was a suit — was obviously tailored to him. The pouch at his crotch suggested he was well equipped, and his physique was good. “Let me get some of those surplus restraints off you, and we can get comfortable.” He chuckled. I’ll start with that head harness, then get shot of all these chains.”

He set to work and soon I was standing surrounded by discarded cuffs, chains, the boots and the slave belt. Stepping back he regarded me with his head tilted to one side. 

“Okay, I think I’m going to release your wrists, and remove the gag.” He freed my wrists and removed the cuffs clipped to the back of my chastity belt, then undid the buckle holding the muzzle gag, slipped it free, and immediately crushed his mouth to mine, his arms wrapping me into a tight hug as I surrendered to his tongue demanding entry into my mouth.

Tentatively, I put my arms round his waist, surprised to find I liked the feeling of being dominated like this. He broke the kiss with a sigh, still holding me tight against him. I could feel his rigid cock demanding attention.

“What do you want, Lukas?”

I smiled. “To please you, Master. Will you allow me to satisfy your arousal, sir? Will you fuck my mouth, sir?”

“With pleasure, Lukas.” He steered me to one of the armchairs, unclipped his pouch and dropped it as his gorgeous penis reared stiff and proud. Seating himself, he spread his legs. “Enjoy your first taste of me, Lukas. I think we are going to do very well together.”

I knelt between his legs and placed my hands on his hips. Raising my face to his I asked, “Master, will you please grip my head in your hands and guide me to your pleasure.” 

Lowering my face, I extended my tongue, to catch the drool of precum leaking from his slit, then, as his hands gripped my head, I first explored his shaft with my lips and tongue. I was right, it was a magnificent organ. His musk filled my nose, and his precum tasted perfect. I worked carefully, determined to make this the best oral sex he’d ever experienced. I really put everything I knew into it, and was eventually rewarded by his tightening his grip on my head and the telltale twitch in his organ that precedes ejaculation. I sucked down his cum, and kept sucking until he firmly, but tenderly, lifted my head.

Pulling me into a better position, he drew me into another hug, and now his kiss was demanding, loving, dominating …

Pushing me up, he stood, smiling. “Time to introduce myself, Lukas.”

Reaching behind his head, he unclipped the collar of his hood, then opened the rear zip and carefully removed the hood. The deep russet hair and his handsome face made me gasp. Memories flooded back. Memories of quietly admiring him, memories of fantasising of being made to pleasure that beautiful cock, memories of the feeling of devastation when he was suddenly no longer there and I’d thought I would never see him again. Now here he was standing in front of me, apparently wanting to make me his lover-sub.  

Smiling, he faced me. “Remember me now?”

“Rory?” I gasped, recognising my cousin. I’d had a crush on him all through my ‘teens’, possibly even before that. I’d not seen him since he finished at school, and while he’d always been friendly, hadn’t encouraged me to think he had any interest in the manner I craved. A couple of years older than me, he was now a successful businessman. I’d not seen him since school and we’d both been members of the swimming team, and I’d always admired the way he#d filled his Speedo — and the fact he seemed unaware of how beautifully his cock showed. I’d fancied him like fuck back then, and fantasised about making out with him in his swimmers, or in a wetsuit more times than I cared to remember. I knew he’d gone to live with an uncle, and heard he’d done well at university, but not heard of him or seen him in a long time. “I didn’t know …”

“Yeah, I hid it well.” He made a face. ”Except once.” Reaching out, he took my hand. “Want out of that chastity belt while we eat supper?” His grin was wicked, “Or have you already eaten?”

“I better keep it on,” I quipped. “Otherwise I might distract my Master and that would never do.”

“Cheeky.” He pecked my cheek. “I heard about all the shit you went through with the family and the last years of school.” Waving me to a seat, he said, “Stay there, our food is in the kitchen, I’ll get it.”

“I should …” I started to stand.

“Sit. Tonight I’m treating you.” He grinned. “Tomorrow may be a different matter …”

A moment later he was back, and placed two meals on the table. “Now eat and enjoy,” he said. “We’ve a hell of a lot to catch up.”

We ate, and he was right, it was good food but we hardly noticed as we talked. And we talked — mainly about me. He got the lot, about the family reaction to my being Gay, to my fetish, my frustration at not being able to study art, my lack of prospects at work, my problems with the cops about the bike, and especially my frustration at being unable to improve my life prospects. He talked about how he’d been betrayed by the coach of the team, and how his uncle had helped him get his degree and then build his business. And he talked about how, when he’d heard that I’d dropped out and left home, he’d tried to find me — and only discovered by chance that I’d been ‘vanished’ and was being turned into a rubberised ‘companion’. That had spurred him into action, and he’d determined that he’d find a way to make me his.

“I know why they chose you, Lukas, and it hasn’t been easy persuading them to allow me to go through their pairing process.” He grinned. “They’ve got quite a waiting list.” He hesitated. “Has the change made you think about yourself — apart from the obvious bit about being rubberised? What did they say about being paired up? Did they tell you a ‘master’ would take care of you and help you develop?”

“That’s about it, Rory — Master. They say I’ll be a partner and that you’ll help me develop so I’m useful to your work.” I paused. “But I can’t see how I can do anything for a business like this.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Rory grinned. “You don’t know what my business is yet.” He leaned back toying with his glass. “So now you’re a stunning rubber mannequin, looking as sexy as hell, what do you feel about becoming my partner in bed, business and anything else we can find to share?”

“I love the idea.” I dropped my eyes. “It was my dream all through school — and the reason I joined the swim team. I thought I could attract you …” The prospect of being partnered by him now felt like a wet dream come true. “But what about this — as you said, I’m a rubber mannequin. Does that mean you are now my ‘owner’? That I’m a slave?”

“I’m sitting here, aren’t I?” He grinned. “I’m sitting here looking at the guy I fancied like fuck all through school but dared not get too close to … And that was before he got turned into this absolute wet dream of a Rubber Man. And, no, I don’t ‘own’ you as such. RubberMan Partners do, but I will, I hope, be leasing you for as long as you want it.” Standing he walked round the table and took my hand. “Time to take that chastity belt off you and get to the bits I’ve fancied enjoying for what feels like half my life!”

“You wanted me then?” I laughed. “Damn. You could have had me any time! I’d have let you have me any way you wanted.”

“Could I? Maybe. But we’d have got into deeper and much hotter water if we had, I think. Your parents certainly had ‘views’ and would have made even more shit for me than the coach did.” He frowned. “There was a lot of trouble when the coach tried to ‘share’ me with his friends. No, I think us having to wait is better.”

Drawing me to my feet, he detached the black rubber ‘tag’ from my chastity belt, pulled me into his arms and started a passionate kiss. Finally releasing me he produced a key. 

“Time to remove the chastity belt and the plug, Lukas.” He kissed me again, then knelt and used the key to unlock the belt. Removing it carefully, he stood and pressed the tag he’d taken off it into my hand. “Decision time. Next to the door is a slot. If you push this tag into the slot it means you accept me as your Master and Partner. I have another, and when I insert it, it will register that I accept full responsibility for you as my RubberMan partner, lover and sub. Your decision.”

“My decision?” I stared at the tag. Then I laughed, ran to the slot, and rammed the tag in. Grinning, I turned to face him and dropped to my knees. “Easiest decision I’ve ever made, Master. Please accept me and use me for your pleasure.”

“I accept, Lukas.” He moved to stand in front of me and with one hand pushed his tag into the slot next to mine. Immediately a hooter sounded in the corridor, the lights in the apartment dimmed and Rory laughed. “Okay, I was told about this. We have to make a balcony appearance. Come on.”

Laughing, I accompanied him to the balcony. Immediately we were illuminated by bright spotlights and applause broke out from all the facing balconies. We waved, then Rory turned me in his arms and kissed me firmly to cheers and applause. 

“My friends,” Rory called. “Lukas is now my RubberMan. I take all responsibility for his well being and his future as my RubberMan.” He kissed me again. “Want to say something?”

“Hold me, please Rory. Stand behind me and hold my cock.” I turned as he gripped my erection in one hand and held me against him with the other. “I accept Rory as my Master, my keeper, my lover … and I give myself to him completely. I am his RubberMan, his rubber toy to enjoy every way he wishes.”

The applause grew, sending a thrill through me. I grinned as I felt Rory’s arousal pressed against my butt, suddenly feeling confident in the future I faced, and enjoying being held like this. Behind me, Rory kissed my neck, and whispered, “Let’s go inside. I’ve got so much I want to give you, to tell you …” He kissed my mouth again. “Damn, I’d have taken you as my partner and lover without the rubber coating, but now …”

“Let’s go inside, Rory.” I turned in his embrace. “But not to talk. Not now. Take me inside and make me your RubberMan. If being turned into this rubber doll is what was needed to make me yours, then I’d have done it voluntarily. Enjoy me, so I can enjoy being loved by you.” I kissed him. “Take me inside so we can, at last, give each other what we’ve wanted for so long.” We waved to the well-wishers and walked inside.

Passing the mirror I indicated my shiny latex skin and grinned. “Do I really look sexy like this? Funny, I used to dream of being in rubber and looking something like this in my teens — probably before then. I used to deliberately wear my tightest wetsuits when I thought you might be there to see it.” I grinned. “And now I’ve no choice. I am permanently rubbered …” I hesitated, watching his face. “I’m getting used to it, and I’m starting to like it, but is it what you really want in a partner?”

“I’d have taken you as my lover anyway, if I’d been able to find you earlier, but like this?” His arms wrapped me in a hug. “You’re perfect for me. All my dreams in one package. My very own rubbered partner, lover, companion …” Our mouths met in a prolonged kiss. “Now let’s get to bed and get to know each other much more intimately, my beloved rubber Lukas.” 

Laughing I let him lead me to the bedroom, and unclipped his codpiece pouch, releasing his magnificent organ. “How would my Master like to enjoy his rubber sub? May I offer him my mouth or my man hole? Or would my Master prefer to enjoy my organ?”

“Which would you like, Lukas?”

“Mount me, Master Rory. Fuck me face to face … Please? Make my dream a reality.”

He needed no second invitation. In a moment I was on my back, my hips raised on a pillow, my legs spread and drawn back, and his rigid penis demanding entry.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as he entered, driving himself fully into my eager opening. “Mmmmm, that feels … good.” I smiled up at him. “Dominate me, Master. Make me wholly yours …”

His response was to start fucking me, slowly building up his tempo, his scrotum slapping my taut rubber skin with each thrust. Involuntarily my legs wrapped across his back, my latex skin in contact with his latex suit as he fucked me. It was incredible, the sensations as his thrusting penis massaged my prostate sending unbelievable signals through me until I was whimpering, begging him to fill me with his cum. His control was amazing, but eventually he rammed himself fully into me and I felt the pulse as he shot his load.

“Satisfied?” He asked, pressing down on me as I wrapped my legs over his back.

“Is my Master satisfied?” I asked. “I must satisfy my Master …”

“Then spread your arms to the bed head,” he ordered. 

I obeyed, still enjoying the feel of his cock inside me. Reaching up, he pulled a pair of wide cuffs closer, and locked these to my wrists. Then, slipping himself free of my butt and then my legs, clamped another pair of cuffs to my ankles, leaving me spreadeagled, a shiny black latex figure on the white latex sheet.

“You want to satisfy me?”

“Yes, Master. I am your sub, your toy.” I grinned up at him. “This is how I dreamed of your being my lover back in school …”

“Then I’m going to plug you and gag you and enjoy your beautiful rubber cock, Lukas.” He pushed the butt plug into me and smiled as he held up the muzzle gag. “Open wide now.”

“Yes, Ma…” the gag cut off my reply.

Then he set to work enjoying my cock, and he certainly knew how to enjoy that! He explored my shaft, my latex scrotum, examined my testicles, and savoured my glans. He held me on the edge of ejaculation, playing me like a maestro on some musical instrument, until finally he brought me to a fantastic climax. Removing the gag, he kissed me deeply, sharing my cum, then gagged me again and fitted the slave belt to my waist. Transferring my wrists to the belt, he released my ankles and made me stand, the plug reminding me instantly of the pleasure of being fucked.

“Satisfied, Lukas?” He fondled my semi-erect cock. “Have I made you my happy rubber sub?”

I nodded, and rested my head on his shoulder. In response he drew me into a tight hug. When he released me I sank to my knees and tried to indicate with my muzzled face that I wanted him to fuck my face again. He got the message and removed the gag gently.

“Help yourself, Lukas. It’s yours from now on. All yours.”