Strange Encounter: Permanent Effects

Chapter 5 — A new life

To sleep held in your lover’s arms, sexually satisfied and full of his cum, is possibly the best feeling in the world. Except, perhaps, waking up with your lover’s erection pressed into your butt crack, his hand on yours and his lips making little kisses on your bald rubber coated head.

“Good morning, Lukas.” He murmured in my ear. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm, yes, master.” I adjusted my position, reaching behind me to grip his cock and position it against my opening. He took the hint, and thrust himself into me. “Thank you, Master.” I turned my head so my face was accessible. “I hope my master enjoys fucking me as much as I like his fucking me …”

He chuckled, thrusting gently, his hand massaging my erection. “I can’t wait to take you home, Lukas. Rubbered up like this you’re irresistible …” His thrusts increased in tempo, and suddenly he rolled me face down on the mattress. “Irresistible …”

I clutched the sheet with my hands, now either side of my head and bit my lip. Spreading my legs, I felt him position his own the better to brace himself as his cock piston into me making me gasp and grunt until finally he rammed himself deep and I felt his cock jerk as he discharged his load inside me. I was still getting my breath back as he pulled himself free, rolled me on my back, straddled me and took my erection into his own anus.

“Fuck me, Lukas!” He demanded, gripping my wrists and pressing them to the bed. “Fuck me! Fill me with your cum …”

It isn’t easy to develop either the thrust or the rhythm you need when laying on your back with your lover impaled on your cock and straddling your hips, but between us we found a rhythm. It took me a long time to reach ejaculation. I wanted it, but Rory controlled our movements, and it was a long struggle to reach my tipping point. I felt it building and increased my movements beneath him until I felt the orgasm starting and rammed myself deep into him as my cum erupted …

For a while we remained like this, his sphincter gripping my penis and holding it inside himself. He smiled down at me, saying nothing. “Happy, Lukas?”

“Yes, Master.” I smiled, eying his hardening erection. “Would my master care to complete the cycle, and allow me feed on his beautiful cock?”

“If that is what my rubber sub wants, he can have it.” He bent forward and kissed me, my semi-tumescent organ slipping free as he did so. “I think this is how we’ll start each day from now on.” Shifting position, he touched his swollen glans to my lips. “What do you think?”

“Yes please, Master.” I smiled up at him, and kissed the tip of his cock. “I’d love that, Master.”

While he took a shower, I applied latex polish to myself in the manner I’d been taught, then prepared breakfast for him. He walked through to the dining alcove in a latex bathrobe holding a small wrapped package. He stopped when he saw the table only had one place laid and frowned.

“Have you already eaten?”

“No, sir. I will eat when you’re finished.”

“Rubbish. Set a place for yourself. We eat together.” He put the package on the table. “Get moving then, I’m hungry and so are you.”

I hurried to obey, feeling his eyes on me. Then I joined him at the table. 

“I’ve a little gift for you, Lukas.” He pushed the package across. 

I opened it to find a gold coloured latex pouch tanga. “Thank you, Master.”

“Put it on, Lukas. From now on I want you to wear that when we’re relaxing, working or in company.” He grinned. “And just Rory will do when we’re not playing or working.” He chuckled. “I want people to know I’ve hit the jackpot with you.”

“In company, Ma — I mean, Rory?” I laughed, adjusting the tanga to it fitted perfectly. 

“Oh yes.” He smiled. “There will be times when we’ll have company. Do you mind?”

I looked at my rubber coated body, and the gold pouch covering my genitals. “I’ll get used to it, I think. I’ll need time though.” I met his eye as he finished his muesli and pushed the empty bowl aside. “But I think I’ll need to wear a chastity belt …”

“A chastity belt?” He stared at me, his orange juice halfway to his mouth. “Why?”

“So people get the message that I’m your RubbeMan toy. That my genitals and my pussy are yours, and not for anyone to play with as they like.”

He put the glass down. “Even if I tell you to have sex with someone else?”

“I will obey, Master.” I dropped my eyes. “Because I’m yours.”

“Then I will order a chastity belt for you, Lukas.” Standing, he moved round the table, and pulled me into his arms. “And I will never ask you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Thank you, Master — Rory.” I sensed he wanted to kiss me and accepted the kiss. “And I will wear a chastity belt with pride.” I sighed. “When do you want to take me to your home? How will we get there?”

“In two days, Lukas.” He grinned. “And you’ll love this. We’re going to travel on my road bike, with you as pillion …”

“As pillion? In daylight?”

“Yup. Something to look forward to, Lukas.” He saw my expression and laughed. “Don’t worry you’ll be in full leathers and no one will ever see what’s under them.” He paused, then added softly. “I know you can’t wear anything over your coating for very long, and you won’t have to. Now finish your breakfast, we have still got a lot to sort out before then.” 

He was right, the two days went past in a blur of interviews punctuated by sex. I learned that he had three businesses, one, a small publishing company, seemed to be where I would find my niche. It published mainly ‘graphic novels’ and I was to be trained in the art work that involved. A second business involved design development, again involving computer graphics, and the third took my breath away. Rory owned several well-known Gay Clubs, and supplied several fetish wear outlets. The Clubs were all ‘franchised’ to carefully vetted partners …

“Ready to travel to our home, Lukas?” Rory dumped the bundle of leather clothing on the chair. He was already fully leathered in his own biker leathers, and looked sexy as hell. “Is that chastity belt comfortable?”

“It’s perfect.” I smiled. The gold coloured metal covering my crotch hid the rubber and plastic tube that imprisoned my penis and the ‘cup’ that confined my scrotum. The under strap that run through my butt crack held a narrow butt plug in my ‘pussy’ and the golden metal was a stark contrast to my shiny black rubber skin. It had been made to measure for me, and now was inescapable. “Do you like it?”

“I’m not wearing it!” He laughed. “But it looks fabulous on you.” Planting a kiss on my cheek, he said, “If you want to wear it in company, Lukas, then I’m not going to complain — especially as I have the keys!” He laughed. “Now get dressed in the leathers. We’ve a fun ride ahead.”

“Yes, sir!” Moving to where he’d dropped the heavy set of leathers, I found the trouser’s and managed to get them on, then fitted the boots and pulled on the jacket. With this zipped and adjusted, only my rubber covered hands and, of course, my rubber encased head and the lenses on my eyes showed. I was surprised to realise that the contact between my latex skin and the lining of the leathers, smooth as it was, was erotic and, to some degree uncomfortable. I finished fastening the collar and turned to fave him. “Okay, now I’m a rubber man in a leather suit.”

“And looking good too,” he quipped. “Okay, we’re ready. Our helmets are at the bike, and so are your gloves. Let’s go.”

“Yes, sir.” Following him, I felt nervous. This was obviously going to be a very public journey, and there was no escaping the fact that I was a fetish sex object, slave, whatever you wanted to call me. The leathers creaked as I moved, and the butt plug made its presence felt as well.

The bike was a big tourer, complete with panniers. It had a powerful engine, and comfortable seats currently occupied by a pair of full face helmets and the slightly raised passenger seat had a pair of heave gauntlet gloves under the helmet.

“Like it?” Rory grinned. “It’s an indulgence of mine. Not fast, but a comfortable ride.”

“Wow, looks good.” Walking round it, I took in the make, a Honda Gold Wing coming in at the sort of money it’d have taken me a few years to put together even if I’d become a hermit and saved like crazy. “Do you tour on it? Or is it just for show?”

“I haven’t gone any long distances on this one — yet. My previous one clocked up quite a mileage.” He grinned. “We can explore that once we’ve got you settled.” Passing me a helmet he said, “Put this on and fasten the chin strap. Then we’ll fit your gloves.”

I fitted the helmet, noting the tinted visor, and the fact it had earphones and a small mike concealed inside it. With the chin strap fastened, I picked up the gloves, and discovered that they were essentially mitts, the individual fingers being all joined together, restricting the use of my hands.

“You got that right.” Rory grinned. “You’ll have the ability to hold on as we travel. I’ll plug you in so we can talk as we travel.” He fitted his own helmet and signalled I was to mount, then did a careful mount himself. There was a snap in my ears, and his voice said. “Okay, the intercom is live. Are you comfortable?”

“It’s like riding an armchair,” I joked, my nerves at being taken out in broad daylight and into traffic like this making me a bit louder than I expected. “Yes, I’m all set.”

“Good.” He started the bike. “Then we’re all set.” 

The take off was incredibly smooth. Doors slid aside as we approached, and then we were on a ramp, and entering the street traffic. Rory knew what he was doing, and handled the bike like a pro, leaving me to admire the people eyeballing us and the bike. I soon relaxed and enjoyed the ride as we wove through the downtown streets and then joined the freeway. The ‘risk taker’ part of me very quickly began to get a real ‘buzz’ out of my situation — a totally rubbered mannequin in a golden chastity belt under the bike leathers being driven through busy streets and stopping at the traffic lights within touching distance of people eying up me, Rory and the bike.

It was almost an anti-climax as we left the city centre and headed onto the freeway to a satellite suburb.

“Now we can open her up a bit,” Rory announced over the intercom. “Comfy back there?”

“I am now,” I replied. The motion and the barely perceptible vibration coupled with the occasional bump was making the butt plug do things to me … “How far is it?”

“About half an hour,” he replied, opening the throttle. “Enjoying yourself back there?”

“Loving it, Master.” I chuckled. “Especially riding through the city.”

“Good.” Rory’s laugh was encouraging. “I told you you’d get used to your situation. Gave you a buzz knowing how people would react if they could see you without the leathers did it?”

What could I say? He’d got me there. “Yes, Master.”

His laugh was hearty.