The Cursed Doll

Chapter 10

With a moan of relief, Trefor freed himself from the restriction of the rubber jeans as I detached the now useless pouch and freed my erection. His jeans bunched at his thighs, he struggled to free his legs. Laughing, I knelt and began to assist, that gorgeous rubber erection distracting me as I worked to get the tight rubber over his booted feet.

“O gods,” he groaned. “How did you restrain yourself? I almost transformed as soon as we entered the place. And these outfits …”

“With difficulty, gorgeous.” Kissing his erection, I stood. “Now are you going to take me  and give yourself the relief you need, or just stand there …?”

“Are you going to keep that harness on?” Gripping the cuffs on my wrists, he held me at arms length.

“Yes, I am,” I retorted. “Because you told me to wear it.” I grinned. “And it won’t interfere with what I hope you intend to do as soon as you have me on my back on our bed …” Chuckling, I added, and these cuffs and the collar aren’t just decorations you know.”

“I know …” He positioned me on the bed and had chains attached to my wrists and collar  as I raised my booted legs high.

“Take me as you did at my first full moon my darling …”

“A celebration then, Aled. A celebration of your becoming my full partner and lover, and of our first excursion into your realm as lovers …” His erection slid into me, and I wrapped my legs over him.

“Yes, my Master … a celebration …” I shuddered as his entry sent its usual mind-blowing wave of intense pleasure through my crotch. “A celebration of my becoming your doll toy to enjoy, to use …”

“To love … more than anything — to love,” he interjected as he commenced his usual slow thrusting and the stimulation drove the power of thought and speech from me. I drifted in a world of pleasure and stimulation, eventually are he had filled me with his cum.  Almost without pause, he withdrew his penis, and his mouth engulfed mine, working me until I exploded, discharging my loaded balls in a multiple ejaculation.

In this way we spent the remainder of the night changing roles, changing positions, but lost in our own personal orgy. Dawn was breaking as we ended the night in our favourite sixty-nine, returning to our human forms still holding our now softening members in each other’s mouths.

Exhausted, we slept as we were.

I was the first to awaken, my lover’s penis resting on my cheek as I lay, still with my face to his genitals. Involuntarily, I transformed, waking him, my mouth already engulfing his still flaccid member. Instantly he transformed, his rubber member filling my mouth. Never waste an opportunity … He surrendered his first dose of semen to me just as I surrendered mine, then he withdrew his cock, changed position and our ‘fellatio’ mouths met.

We’d just begun a deep kiss when there was a knock at our door. Unusual in itself, since no one usually visited us unheralded. Reluctantly, we parted, and Trefor managed to reply as we both rolled off the bed, still showing our arousal and, naturally, still …

“Who is it?”

“Edwyn, sir. Your uncle sent me.”

“Must be important,” Trefor remarked, glancing at me. He shrugged, “I’m still too aroused to …” I nodded, and he called, “Better come in, Edwyn …”

“Thank you …” Edwyn coloured as we faced him, his erection straining his codpiece. “I’m sorry I have disturbed you, sirs, but Meridion needs you in the special crypt … We retrieved Merthyn … but there is a problem …”

“What sort of problem?” I asked, trying to imagine how they’d managed to ‘retrieve’ the solid rubber ‘statue’ from his pedestal in the entrance to the club … Taking Trefor’s hand, I said, “We’ll just have to go as we are, my love. I think we pushed our limits a bit yesterday.”

“Seems we don’t have a choice,” Trefor squeezed my hand gently. “Tell my uncle we’re on our way.” He laughed. “Better warn him of the state we’re in. We’ll have to take a slow walk like this …”

The ‘problem’ was obvious as soon as we entered the crypt. Merthyn was there alright, and now stood next to Ceran, but so were two more figures, both human but now frozen in place, their faces locked in expressions of shocked surprise.

“Oh shit,” I exclaimed as soon as I saw them. “Bryn and Marc … How did they get here?”

“A good question, Aled.” Meridion walked toward us, our rubber state not missed by his gaze. “They must have been standing near Merthyn when I opened the portal and summoned his body. It should not have summoned them — unless there was some connection between them and him. Do you know them? Their parentage?”

“I know them, yes, but not their parentage. Bryn worked at the Club full time, and Marc was the receptionist and book keeper.” Walking around them, I frowned. “What time did you … summon? … Merthyn? The Club normally closes at about two in the morning. There shouldn’t be anyone there by the latest half past …”

“So we ascertained — yet these two were there at shortly after three-thirty.” Meridion joined me in front of Bryn. “They are currently in a form of stasis. If I release them they will see everything here, if I send them back they will be accused of burglary … and they may implicate you.”

“Can they remain here? I mean … as I did before …”

“It may be permissible.” Meridion frowned. 

My state of arousal was at least falling now, as was Trefor’s, but neither of us could yet transform. 

“Have you some of the elixir for me? It’ll be easier if I’m not in my rubber state when I talk to them.” I grinned. “And I better have at least as much cover as they do …”

“Some elixir and some clothing for Aled, Edwyn.”

“Yes, Master,” Edwyn glanced at me. 

“A tunica will do,” I said. “There’s one hanging behind our door in our study.”

He was back almost immediately with the elixir flask and the tunic, making me wish I could also achieve this trick of teleportation. 

“I’ll teach you,” Trefor murmured in my ear. “A small mouthful will suffice,” he added, prodding me with a finger as he stood beside me. “I don’t want you ‘disinterested’ once we’ve finished here …”

“Yes, sir,” I teased, taking a small sip, and then another. Handing the flask to him, I let myself transform back to my human self. Taking the tunic, I pulled it on and fastened the girdle. “Thanks, Edwyn.”

Moving to stand in front of Bryn, I waited. His eyes widened and he swayed. I put out my hands and steadied him, as he gasped.

“Good morning, Bryn. What were you doing so late at the club?” I winked. “Making out with Marc?”

“Aled? What the hell … One minute I was hugging … then I was … Who the hell are all these statues? Where am I? Who …?”

“Slowly, chum.” Squeezing his wrists gently, I smiled. “Something went a bit wrong, and you shouldn’t be here at all, but we’ll try to explain it. First; who are ‘these people’? This is Meridion and that is Edwyn. Meridion is a Mage, Edwyn his apprentice, and this,” I signalled my beloved Trefor and he moved to stand next to me, “Is Trefor. You met him earlier.”

Bryn stared at Trefor’s rubber body. “But he’s … like … the Rubber Man …”

“Yep, and alive. Look, it’ll take a while to explain, but I’m also one, and so are all the ‘statues’ you see here. Meridion can probably explain it better, but the man at the Club is as well, and they’ve been looking for him for … a long, long time.”

“But …” Bryn looked at Trefor. “Damn, that’s so sexy …” Dragging his eyes back to mine, he asked, “So where are we?”

“In a parallel reality. To use Trefor’s phrase, it’s complicated.” Glancing at Meridion, I said, “The problem is that if you and Marc go back, you’re probably going to be in real trouble with your boss and with the police, but if you stay here, you’re going to find things are … a bit confusing …”

“Young man, to put it plainly, you and your lover appear to be connected to Merthyn, the man you refer to as ‘The Rubber Man’. When I summoned Merthyn the summoning spell should not have brought you with him, it did, but now we have the dilemma. Trefor accidentally placed himself under a curse imposed by Merthyn on his friend and lover Ceran. In the subsequent efforts to break the curse these others also became subject to it. Merthyn, in shame and remorse at what he couldn’t resolve — removed himself and has been ‘hidden’ for … a very long time. Now he is reunited with his lover and friends — but that leaves us with what to do with you.”

“What … Oh fuck …” Bryn gasped as the elixir wore off and my arousal reasserted itself. “Fuck, Aled, is that really …?”

“Yes, it’s me. Look, if you stay here, you could end up like us. It depends on a lot of things, but the curse seems to lock onto anyone related to Ceran — the guy in the centre with Merthyn — the rubber man — next to him, or these others. Both Trefor and I are.” Hugging Trefor, I added, “And you can see what we become just getting a bit … excited. But at the full moon we become living sex dolls for three nights, sometimes four, available to anyone who wants to have sex with us.”

“I don’t see …” Bryn began.

“What Aled has not explained, is that I have every reason to believe that you and your friend were brought here with Merthyn because you are also descendants of someone here.” He paused. “You have two options. Go back and face the music, or stay here and face the possibility the curse will affect you as well.” 

“What will happen if we don’t go back?”

“Nothing. ’The Rubber Man’ will never have been there. No one will remember him or you. Your returning will break that charm and you will face questions regarding how the ‘statue’ was removed, why you are there and you will have no memory of being here, or of what really happened.”

“I need to talk to Marc, sir.” He studied Trefor and I, and shook his head. “This is going to do his head in …”

“Quaint expression.” Meridion frowned. “I assume you mean it will cause him some mental distress. Very well. Trefor, take Bryn to my library, I will bring his companion and Aled. We can talk there.” He smiled as the pair vanished, “Edwyn, inform the kitchen I have guests and to send refreshments and food to my library.” Taking my hand, he said, “Now, Aled, take hold of Marc. I would suggest a firm embrace, face to face with your arms over his.” He watched as I obeyed. “Hold his arms firmly, don’t be surprised when I release him, he will struggle.”

“Yes, sir.” I tightened my grip. Damn I was going to have to take care he didn’t try to use his knee …

“He will awaken as soon as you enter the library.” 

With a snap of his fingers, the crypt, Meridion and all the other figures vanished and we were standing in the library. Immediately Marc began to struggle, a stream of swear words and demands pouring from his mouth. 

“Calm down, Marc. Calm down, you’re safe. Calm down before you hurt yourself and me …”

“Who the fuc… “His voice tailed off. “Aled? Are you …?”

“Yes, it’s me, Aled. And yes, I am rubber — a sort of living rubber.” I eased my grip. “Bryn is here as well, and so is Trefor. They’re right behind you.”

Turning, he saw Bryn and in two quick strides had his arms round him. Their mouths met, and Bryn hugged him. 

“Take it easy, love,” Bryn said. “Trefor or his uncle will explain things. Actually, in a way this is the best thing that could have happened …”

Clinging to Bryn, Marc stared at Trefor and me.

“Are you guys for real?”

“As real as you,” Trefor shot back. Transforming back to his human flesh and blood, he grinned. “At the full moon we have no choice but to be … what you saw — as Aled is.” Pecking my cheek as I transformed back from my rubber self, he added, “And when we get aroused, of course.”

“Damn. That’s amazing,” Bryn said. He stopped as Meridion materialised behind us, followed a second later by Edwyn and the appearance of several plates, fresh bread rolls and a range of containers of butter, jam, cheese and a bowl of fruit, with cups of steaming coffee. “How do …?”

“It’s merely a question of moving things around,” Meridian said. “Shall we all sit, and take some refreshment? It has been a very long night for us all I think.” 

With Trefor and I urging them we got Bryn and Marc to seat themselves, then seated ourselves opposite them with Meridion and Edwyn taking the head and foot of the table. 

“Welcome to Caer Meridion, Bryn and Marc. I am, as I told Bryn earlier, Meridion, and Edwyn is my apprentice. Trefor and Aled are known to you already. I suggest we eat and I will explain the problem your arrival has created.”

Over breakfast Meridion explained the dilemma, stressing the danger that they may, as descendants of some of the group now in the crypt, end up as Trefor and I were.

“This is a very powerful curse, launched in pain and anger, by Cerdic, Merthyn’s twin, and later, once he realised what it had condemned his friends and lover to suffer, bitterly regretted. It cannot be undone, and any descendent of Ceran or his friends and companions runs the risk of suffering the same fate.” Meridion watched their faces. “As both of you are almost certainly descendants — we must explore that — you may well come under its spell.”

“What does it do to you?” Bryn asked.

“Turns us into solid rubber sex dolls,” Trefor replied. “We’re alive, but we’re rubber, and when it’s the full moon, we are aware, and have limited response to instructions, but can’t do anything on our own initiative.” Glancing at me, he added, “The sexual stimulus is incredible and frustrating, but there’s a downside as well as an upside. Cumming is intense, but, when we revert to flesh and blood … you go through it again, and that’s when it is really intense.”

“But it’s not full moon and you were both …”

“Yes.” Trefor turned to me and grinned. “Want to show them?”

“Might as well,” I replied, standing and peeling the tunic I stood naked. “Any arousal triggers the transformation.” Trefor stroked the inside of my thigh and teased the root of my penis, slowly working around my puckered opening. My cock started to harden, and the transformation ripped through me. 

As they watched in amazement as I became my rubber doll form. It took me a minute to get my mouth back to my ‘normal’ form from the default open O it assumed in our rubber form so I could speak.

“Now you see what arousal does to us,” I laughed. “And why we left you a big tip and left without saying anything last night. We almost left it too late and went rubber before we could leave …” Carefully, I sat down again, my mouth resuming its fellatio form.

“You’re like that every time you …”

“Yes,” said Trefor. “And his libido right now will be off the human scale.”

“Now you’ve seen it, you need to think about what you want to do. If you return to your realm, you will face a range of awkward questions and you have no memory of being here, of seeing what you have seen, or of having been told anything about this. Merthyn will have vanished, presumed stolen …. And you will be presumed to have had a hand in it.” Pausing, Meridion watched their response. “You’ve seen what the curse does and we don’t know with absolute certainty  if it will affect you. But, and this is important, whether to return or stay is entirely your decision. No one else’s.” 

“Uncle, if you’ve no objection …” Trefor stood and his uncle nodded. 

“Take Aled to your apartment, Trefor.” He turned to Bryn and Marc as Trefor took my hand, transformed and we vanished. “Edwyn will take you to a guest apartment.”