Strange Encounter: Permanent Effects

Chapter 9 — Pawel gets his answer

The harness was heavy, and clearly designed to proclaim my status as a sexual toy. Two features were unusual, the first was a rather obvious butt plug — the large base bright red — and the second being the ‘sleeve’ like codpiece that encased my scrotum and held it close to my penis in a manner that thrust that forward rather like the beak of a bird.

“Excellent.” The ‘dresser’, a latex suited human — at least he appeared to be though his voice sounded strange — stepped back and studied me. The harness started at a collar on my neck, with straps criss-crossing my chest and large rings framing my nipples. Cuffs at my elbows were linked to the chest harness, and further straps and rings descended from my waist to hold the codpiece and secure the plug, the red base visible between my cheeks. Loose chaps covered my legs and were attached to the waist strap of the harness. “Now, are you clear on your actions?”

“Yes, sir.” I had detailed instructions on this. Gary, similarly ‘dressed’ would identify Pawel, my ‘target’, but I had a feeling that he had to mark a similar target. I would then find an opportunity to place myself close behind him. I had to get my codpiece to slip into his butt crack or between his legs. This would trigger the release of a marker device that would attach itself to him. Then, once he left the club, RubberMan would follow him and take him … It all fell into place as I recalled my last visit to the club. It all made sense now … “I’m to plant the first device and, if possible, a second tracer.” 

“Correct. The second and a third is also fixed to your genital cover, and will release only in direct contact with the target.” He checked my codpiece. “Very good. You are ready. Please follow me, your partner will escort you to the Club.”

With Gary now ‘dressed’ in an identical harness, we went via a lift to an area that gave onto a stage in the club. Here we were both fitted with Batman style masks and briefed on how we were to be ‘props’ for a stage show. Basically, we were ‘scenery’ for a bondage artist who was doing a very fancy bit of rope work on his ‘sub’, and our role was to ‘support’ the master by helping him in ‘restraining’ his victim. It was quite good fun, and the ‘victim’ obviously enjoyed every minute of it.

“Thanks, guys,” he said once we’d helped him off stage. “Say, are you both these Rubber men I keep hearing about?”

“That’s us,” Gary told him. “Like the look?”

“Hell yes!” The guy laughed. “Are you really actually fully coated like that? You can’t remove it at all?”

“The coating is permanent,” Gary replied, and I noticed he’d positioned himself close behind the guy apparently to help him remove some of the rope binding. He signalled me, and I caught on, bumping him ‘accidentally’ from behind so his codpiece rammed against the guy’s tight rubber covered crack. “Oops, sorry. Watch where you’re going Lukas — I almost knocked our friend here over!”

“Sorry, Gary, caught my foot on something and it’s a bit cramped in here anyway.” I caught Gary’s thumbs up. So his target was now marked with the tracer, and, I noted that he managed a second ‘contact’ as we made to tidy up the now discarded ropes. “Is this your only show tonight?”

“Nah. Lem has us down to do another in about half an hour.” The guy grinned. “I fancy a drink, you guys?”

“Yeah, but we’d better see what our Master’s have planned for us first,” Gary replied. “We’re probably down to be on stage with you later as well.”

We followed the guy into the main body of the club. As always it was quite full, and everybody was wearing rubber outfits. The music pumped and the dance floor was crowded as we skirted it. I couldn’t see Pawel, but then he could have been lurking in one of the booths, or even enjoying a little bondage somewhere.

By the time we found Ted and Rory we’d both been subtly, and a few times not so subtly touched up and groped, so we arrived amused and having attracted quite a lot of attention.

“Enjoying yourselves?” Rory asked, handing me a drink and a quick kiss to my cheek. “You certainly wowed them on stage. I don’t think many were watching the roping artist.”

“Probably just as well,” I shot back. “Untangling some of his knots at least gave Gary a chance to plant the trace.” Someone groped my butt and I turned to find a grinning Master behind me. “May I assist, sir?”

“If your master has no objection, I want to have a much closer examination of your outfit.”

A little apart, Garry was already the centre of a small group ‘examining’ him.

Rory put a hand on my back. “I’ve no objection.” He glanced at me. “Lukas?”

I caught his implied permission to say no, but smiled. “If sir wishes to examine me, I’m available here, but I’m required for the stage again shortly.”   

“Thanks.” The guy signalled a companion, and between them they examined me closely. “Fucking amazing, this isn’t a suit. You are actually coated in latex?”

“That is correct, sir.” I smiled. “It is a complete coating, slightly over a millimetre thick I am told, and attached to my skin by a collagen based material which makes it a second skin. It is very comfortable, and enhances a number of sensations.” 

“Time to head for the stage, Lukas,” Rory interrupted. “You’re wanted for the next show.” He smiled at the guys examining me. “Sorry chaps, he’s mine and he’s on contract tonight!”

Gary steered us through the crowd, both of us being touched up and groped as we passed. 

“I’ve spotted Pawel,” he said, in my ear. “You can tag him now, if we play this right.”

“Let’s do it,” I shot back. “Where?”

“To your left, that’s it. Perfect position, his back to us. Angle that way and I’ll give you the nudge …”

I spotted my target, and positioned myself, pretending to be trying to pass. Gary ‘bumped’ into me, turning to apologise to someone behind him as my reinforced codpiece pouch stabbed between Pawel’s rubber covered cheeks. I was surprised, by tingling sensation on my cock head, and knew the trace was attached to him. Then Pawel was turning to face me and I made sure my codpiece touched his, feeling another tingle, as I apologised, then exclaimed, “I’m sorry, trying to get through and I stumbled. Sorry to have bumped you like that. I hope I didn’t make you spill anything?”

“Lukas?” He laughed. “I was just talking about you to my friend here. Shad, this is Lukas …” He saw Gary. “And Gary! Family outing guys?”

“Yup,” Gary was quicker off the mark. “We’re all here — a little celebration. We’ll have to catch you later, guys. Lukas and I are supposed to be on stage in a few minutes.” As he steered me away, he threw over his shoulder, “Ted and Rory are back there. They’ve got a table and a good view of the stage.”

We got backstage and Gary squeezed my arm. “Well done. You planted both the tracers perfectly.” He grinned as we spotted the rope artist preparing his ropes. “Did you get a signal your tracers had detached?”

“A sort of tingle in my cock? Yup. Twice.”

“Brilliant. Pawel won’t be in the office for a few weeks …” He stopped as the rope artist approached. “How do you wish us to assist, sir?”

“If you guys can lay out all my ropes for me — they’re arranged by thickness and coloured tag. If you pass me the lines as I call for them, that speeds things up. Then you can bring Marty out — he’s blindfolded and gagged for this one.”

The ‘demonstration’ went like clockwork. Both Gary and I made our passing the ropes and following instruction a bit of a show and the audience appreciated it. Once the show was over, we carried the bound victim offstage and assisted in untying him, then once more wove our way through the groping hands back to where Ted and Rory waited.

“Enjoyed yourselves, guys?” Ted kissed Gary as he took a seat next to him. “You’ve both done well tonight, RubberMan are pleased.”

“It was fun to be tasked with this again.” He raised his drink toward me. “And Lukas got his target perfectly.”

“Pawel recognise you, Lukas?” Asked Rory.

“Yeah. I thought maybe the mask would throw him, but he recognised both of us.” I took a drink. “Was he supposed to recognise us?”

“I get the feeling that the answer is yes.” Rory watched the crowd for a moment. “Pawel has been alone for a long time — and a worse risk taker than you were. RubberMan have found him a partner, and they’ll both be joining us in Orpheus Press.” He chuckled. “Eventually.”

“Does he know what’s going to happen?” I paused. “I hope it’s what he wants — and needs.”

“I think we can be sure he wants it.” Ted cut in. “He’s told everyone about how much he envied you after …” He laughed. “Well, he’s going to get his wish, and exactly the partner he needs if I’m any judge.”

“That’s right.” Gary grinned at me and reached across to touch my hand. “He’ll be fine. And his new partner is just the right person.”

“That guy he called, Shad?”

“No, that was just his latest pick-up.” Rory took over. “No, he’ll be meeting the guy he always wanted to have, and lost because of the idiot he got into a bad relationship with until we rescued him. No, Jamie is a different type altogether.” Putting his arm round my waist, he squeezed gently. “You did well tonight. Now we can all head home and celebrate Pawel’s future.”

“What about the rope artist guy’s ‘model’?” I asked. "Was he part of this?"

“He’s a professional bondage model.” Ted laughed. “Or was. That's Jamie, and he is going to be Pawel's partner. Speaking of Patel, that kid has been running some real risks. Now RubberMan will take care of him. A few months ago he almost died. Got into a very bad scene and was on his way to being the ‘snuffed’ star in a snuff movie, luckily Jamie realised what was happening and alerted RubberMan.” 

The weekend was relaxed after the noise and the bustle of the RubberZone on Friday night. After our performance and carrying out our tasks, Gary and I had been taken back to the RubberMan Partners unit, stripped of the harnesses and instead inserted into heavy and very restrictive strait jackets, milked, then hooded, gagged and replugged before being released again to our Masters. The ride home had been ‘interesting’, but the loving and the sex we got at home worth every second of it. 

Sunday lunch now in the past, I submitted to Rory’s loving polishing of my latex skin on a sun lounger on our patio, luxuriating in the soothing caresses as he wiped and rubbed the polish onto me. He took pleasure in doing this, always making it as sensuous as possible.

“Turn around, love. So I can do your back.” Rory smiled, giving my erection a playful caress. “I’ll deal with that later.”

“Tricky to turn over on this with a boner,” I shot back. “But, by your command, master!”

“We’ll have to modify the lounger then.” Rory waited as I changed position and arrange my erection comfortably. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, Lukas.” He set to work applying the polish. “Watching you on Friday night, it struck me that you’re quite stunning like this, and I count myself incredibly lucky to have you as my lover.”

“Not as lucky as I am to have you as my master and lover, Rory …” I hesitated. “If we’d met before I was turned into this Rubber man, do you think we’d still have …”

“I can answer that straight off. Yes.” He interrupted me, his hands massaging the polish into my back in the most sensuous manner. “Yes, I would still have taken you as my partner and lover, Lukas.” He paused, applying more polish to my butt and started working it into my crack. “I tried to find you several times once I heard what had happened to you in the family. Then I heard about your problems with the police on your bike.” He chuckled as I reacted to what he was doing between my legs and my inner thighs. “Liking that? RubberMan Partners had already got you in their sights, and got to you before I did.” He laughed. “In a way I’m glad, because now I’ve not only got the guy I always fancied as my lover, but he’s this amazing rubberised lover I get to polish three times a day.” He finished polishing my legs, stood and dropped his shorts. “Now, my love, turn over. “I want that gorgeous erection inside me!”

“Right here, Master?” I rolled over again and positioned myself as he straddled the lounger and me, his erection promising a long session of loving to come as he sank into position. I thrust my hips gently upward as he guided my glans to his hole and felt the fabulous sensation of my cock entering his moist, warm tunnel. “And your RubberMan unrestrained?”

“For now,” he retorted, his scrotum resting on my stomach and his erection tantalisingly just beyond the reach of my mouth. “Just lie still, I want to savour the moment.” He grinned. “And to remove all doubt, Lukas, I love you like this, and I would still love you if you weren’t, but one big plus of your having been turned into this gorgeous rubber lover, is that they also gave you the ability to accept our sexuality.” He lowered his face and his kiss was tender and loving. “And I love who and what you are.”

“So do I.” I caressed his arms. “The best part is that I belong to the most amazing man I ever wanted.”