The Cursed Doll

Chapter 3

“There’s a gentleman in the reading area asking for you,” Caitlin, one of the assistants grinned. “Very posh too. Looks every inch an aristocrat.” She winked. “What have you been up to?”

“Asking for me?” Curious, I frowned. “I can’t think of anyone I’ve ‘been up to anything’ with lately!” I wasn’t expecting anyone, and very rarely got asked for by name, and it was very late in the afternoon, time we were getting ready to close. “I guess I better go, maybe some distant relative has left me a fortune!”

There was certainly no mistaking the visitor, even from her amusing description. He was tall, very straight in his bearing, with snow white hair, a neat beard, piercing green eyes and the most beautifully tailored suit. In his hand he carried what appeared to be a heavy walking stick staff of gnarled and very dark wood, though he moved with a lithe grace and the stick seemed to be no more than an accessory.

“You asked to speak to me, sir?”

“Ah, you must be Aled. Trefor described you well, young man.” Extending a slim and artistic looking hand, he smiled. “I am Meridion, Trefor’s uncle, and until recently, his guardian.” Shaking hands, he gestured. “I believe you’re in the process of closing for the day? Perhaps you would do me the honour of joining me for some refreshment and a little chat?”

“Is it about Trefor? Has something happened to him?” I had a sudden concern that Trefor might be in trouble …

“I can assure you he’s fine — physically. Nor is he in any kind of trouble — at least not with me.” He smiled, his aquiline face almost glowing as his eyes showed amusement. “I simply thought I should make your acquaintance since you appear to occupy a very large place in his affection.” His arched eyebrow suggested he expected a protest.

“He’s a very special friend, sir.” I met his piercing gaze. “No more …”

“But you’d not be averse to it becoming much more I think.” The tone was soft and conveyed understanding. “Shall we seek refreshment somewhere? Or do you have another engagement?”

“Thanks, that would be nice. I need to finish work — it’ll take about ten minutes. Perhaps you’d like to wait here? I’ll be as quick as I can.”

The place he led me to was one I’d never noticed before, the entrance in a very nondescript alley I must have seen, but never given a second glance to. The room beyond the door was magnificent — the sort of place you associate with stately homes — and I stopped in astonishment. There was no way in the world that this space could exist in the buildings that flanked the alley we had just left.

Seeing my surprise, he chuckled. “Not what you expected, Aled?”

“Er, no, sir. I mean … this can’t be in the building … I know that street, and this room is higher than the roof of it. And wider, longer …”

“Well noted, Aled. Shall we find a table and I shall attempt to explain it. I assure you it is not an illusion, you are not hallucinating, and this is every bit as real as the rather mean street we have just left.” He nodded as a liveried servant bowed. “My guest is Aled, a friend of Trefor. I wish to be private — is the alcove free?”

“It is, my lord.” The servant, a youth my own age, smiled and bowed slightly to me. “Welcome to the fellowship, sir. What refreshment would you like?” 

“Er, thanks.” I was still a little stunned. “A fruit juice would be nice …” I followed the tall figure of Trefor’s uncle and found myself in a pleasant deep bay window looking onto a park with a fountain playing in the foreground. We’d barely settled when the liveried youth arrived with two tall glasses, a jug of fruit juice and a platter of small delicacies.

“The park, the fountain … it is all real, Aled.” Meridion explained gently. “I think it is perhaps best if I say that this is a parallel world to the one you usually inhabit. The two share the same space, but this one has been hidden from your reality for centuries — for your world’s safety, and for ours. Very occasionally someone, like yourself occurs who may be invited to enter our realm. I have brought you here because you are a friend of Trefor — and he needs that friendship.” Pouring two glasses of the juice, he passed me one and indicated I should help myself to some of the small cakes. “How long have you known Trefor?”

“Since …” I frowned. “I met him at what used to be a place I hid when the other kids on the estate were picking on me. It was in a dense copse, and there was an ancient megalithic tomb there. I always went there during school holidays … it got me away from …” Smiling, I remembered. “He seemed to be hiding as well — we were about thirteen I think. At least I was. So it must be about twelve years now.”

Steepling his fingers, he nodded. “He was hiding.” His face softened. “He was a rebellious youngster, orphaned, and entrusted to my care.” Pausing he watched the park outside. “I am a Mage, a manipulator of magic, an influencer of reality if you prefer.” He smiled. “I see you are a skeptic. Good, let me demonstrate my power.” Gesturing, he uttered a strange word, and I gasped as my jeans became perfectly tailored slacks, my shirt pure silk and my trainers hand made shoes. Beneath these external garments, I felt my underwear change as well, to something far more exotic than I had thus far dared to buy for myself. “There, a simple matter of rearranging atomic structures.” He smiled. “Like the new form? Then let them remain yours.”

“Mine …” I managed to get my head together. “Um, thanks. These are beautiful …”

“Yes, they suit you nicely. Now that you understand the power a Mage wields, I shall try to explain Trefor’s situation to you …”

“You’re not going to tell me I can’t see him again, I hope.”

“On the contrary. That is a decision only you and he can make. No, I intend to explain the difficulty Trefor lives with, and you must face if you become lovers.” Refilling our glasses he took a drink. “An excellent choice — very refreshing. Now, about Trefor. I mentioned that he was very rebellious. This was understandable, given that his parents died in difficult circumstances and he was thrust into the care of myself, a bachelor with no experience of children and even less desire to have it. I am also a collector of curiosities — magical items, most benign, some mischievous, some dangerous, and some, quite frankly, malignant. Those latter are under very strict controls and never handled without a great deal of protection. Young Trefor, in an act of rebellion, disobeyed my command to never enter the collection alone and, again in defiance of instruction, tried on a rather unusual hood and mask. He now lives with the curse it carried.”

Remembering the glorious full moon on the night of our shared dinner, I asked, “Something happens to him at the full moon? He becomes a werewolf or something?”

“Ah, so you did notice.” He smiled. “No, he is not a werewolf, nor an ‘or something’, he is always himself, but changes form. At the full moon Trefor becomes a black latex sex doll. A human-shaped solid rubber living sex toy, unable to refuse being enjoyed by anyone who wishes to enjoy using him. He is aware of the sexual pleasure they derive, and for him the experience is extremely intense, but he has no control over his body during those periods. As long as the moon is up he is in that state. Unable to act for himself, but any sexual act performed on, or with, him is incredibly intense for him, and is released in his sexual organ once the moon sets and he reverts to his human form.” Pausing, he watched my face. “I have found it best to ensure that he is home and in a secure place at that time.”

“How ..? Um, how long is he like that? For the whole of the full moon?”

“Usually about three days or nights, sometimes four. During the times the moon is not visible above the horizon in the full moon period, he is simply himself, but naked and kept in strict bondage restraint, because his libido is uncontrollable. At other times he is simply himself, but if sexually aroused, he is immediately transformed into the doll, though with some limited ability to act and speak, and to move of his own volition.” 

“Is there nothing you can do …? How long has he had this …? This curse?”

“Since shortly before you met him. He, ah, failed to heed my warning and now suffers the result.” Meridion studied his curious walking stick. “I have tried many counter spells as you would call them, but without success and I am considered an expert on this type of curse. This one is unusual and has an element I am unable to overcome. It was inflicted during a conflict between two powerful Mages, and though, in the end, the Mage Merthyn triumphed, it was not before his lover, his supporters and friends, had all been afflicted with it by his opponent. Trefor has studied everything he and I could find on the curse and found there is no means to break it or remove it. It is what is called in our reality, an “Eternal Curse” — the victim, in death, becomes the rubber doll, never aging, never decaying, simply frozen in his rubber body.”

I considered for a few minutes. 

“Would his having a lover — someone who really cares about him, make any difference?” 

“Not to the curse, but for his personal wellbeing it would be immensely helpful. The original curse was inflicted as an act of spite. Merthyn’s opponent, his twin, was a vindictive man who took pleasure in the pain of others. He devised, as his revenge for being rejected by Ceran, Merthyn’s lover, this irreversible curse. That led to the conflict, and to several more being cursed. When Merthyn triumphed, he tried to reverse the curse and could not. In his anger he inflicted a curse on his brother, and was himself inflicted with both the curse Trefor suffers and another which affected his genitals. The curse had been placed in the hood mask Ceran used in their lovemaking. In this way the mage behind it had the added satisfaction of knowing his victim, Ceran, had inflicted it on himself. And upon his lover, Merthyn, if he had sex with him at the full moon. It only affects those who love the cursed victim, anyone with no affection for him suffers no adverse affect.” Meeting my eye, he said, “What most concerns Trefor — is that the curse will inflict itself on you as well, if you become his lover. You must understand that you must be related to one of those Meridion ‘hid’ in your realm, and that puts you at greater risk of the curse.” 

“He shouldn’t …” Smiling I looked at my hands. “I’ve always had a bit of a rubber fetish. I haven’t been able to afford the sort of suit I’ve always wanted …” I met his gaze again. “Please assure him, that I love him, and if that means … it doesn’t make any difference! I love him.” Defiantly I added, “If he turned up in my flat in his rubberised form I’d let him do whatever he wished with me.”

“He couldn’t do anything, if he did. He can move and do whatever he is instructed to do, but cannot initiate anything, no matter how much he wishes to do so.” Meridion shook his head. “He becomes nothing more than a living sex doll, always aroused, ready for whatever a sexual partner wishes to do with him, but unable to initiate any lovemaking or respond to being loved even though the experience is, for him, as I told you, incredibly intense. What he is afraid of is that you would become the same if he and you made love.” He smiled, gently, watching me. “It is more than just a ‘rubber fetish’ if it inflicts you. As I said, even when it is not the full moon, as soon as Trefor becomes sexually aroused he changes into his rubber form, though he retains some autonomy and freedom of mobility when the moon is not full.” He paused, his expression a mixture of sadness and anger. “There is another, more difficult part. At the full moon, while in his rubber form, he is almost immobile, may be placed in any posture by a user, and must accept sexual use by everyone who wishes to use him for their pleasure. Failure to be available on demand and to satisfy a specified number of men always results in the additional torment for him once the moon wanes of remaining in his rubber form for the full month. It will affect his lover as well.”

This left me with my mind in turmoil. On the one hand I found the idea of having sex with a rubberised lover more than just arousing, at the same time I wasn’t sure I’d want to have my partner unable to respond to my lovemaking. I prefer to be a bottom — an advantage when earning a little extra when working as a waiter at the Rubber House Club — but I do enjoy being dominated by a lover. And then there was the chance that we could both end up living with the curse. That would wreck my career … then I stopped myself. It was simple really. If I loved Trefor — really loved him — it wouldn’t make any difference whether I was under the curse as well. I raised my face to meet Meridian’s gaze.

“I love Trefor, Meridion. I think we can, between us, work out how to live with whatever happens to me if … But I won’t be able to keep my present job — not if I end up a rubber sex doll a few days every month.” Pausing I smiled. “More important though — I don’t want to have to consider living without Trefor.”

The phone rang just as I let myself into the flat. It was Trefor.

“Aled, my uncle says he’s talked to you. Told you about …”

“Before you go any further, Trefor … I love you. I’d love you without this rubber thing, and I love you with it. I told your uncle. If loving you means having the same problem — then so be it. I won’t give you up, and don’t you even think about breaking off our friendship. You shouldn’t worry about me …” Laughing, I added, “I’m a big boy now, I’m capable of making my own choices, my love.”

“You don’t know what it’s like …” There was a sob in his voice. “I want you so much … but …”

“Darling Trefor, if you’re free to come over … I’m here, and I love you.”

“Thank you,” he whispered. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Good, I’ll be ready, my love.” The phone went off as he killed the call. He couldn’t be that far away, so I ran to the bedroom, stripped, grabbed the only rubber clothing I possess —  a pair of latex Bermudas — pulled them on and quickly hung my new slacks and shirt in the wardrobe. As I closed the wardrobe, the doorbell sounded, and I ran to answer it.

A magnificent, shiny, latex rubber male statue stood before me, his magnificent erection stiff and proud. I stared at his rubber face, the expression one of hope spoiled by his open mouth, his lips a perfect O and his eyes black rubber blanks, absolutely featureless. His rubber body shone in the light from my door, and the scent of his latex body filled my nostrils. The detail on the rubber was amazing, and it was clear that this was no mere ‘suit’. This was a living rubber doll, intended to be used for only one thing — sexual pleasure.

“Trefor?” I breathed. “O gods, you’re even more beautiful …” Taking his hand, I drew him into the flat, shut the door behind us and pulled him into my arms. My mouth met his, his mouth open and his lips forming a perfect ring, as my tongue probed his mouth. “Oh Trefor …” I whispered, leading him to the living room. “Oh, Trefor … gods, but you are so beautiful …” Dropping to my knees I kissed his gorgeous erection, then explored his penis and scrotum with my tongue. I felt the slight tremor as I explored the beautiful glans, and tasted the salty sweetness of precum. This was no mere rubber suit or coating — he was rubber, but alive, and responsive. Stopping myself, I stood and holding him by the shoulders, studied his face. His mouth still formed a perfect O, and his eyes featureless black rubber.

I kissed him again, this time gently and as tenderly as I could, then I whispered into one of his beautiful rubber ears, “Trefor, your uncle said that you can control this when it isn’t the full moon. That’s a week ago. I hope you can hear me. I want you to take me to our bedroom and make love with me … please?”

A tremor shook him, and slowly his mouth resumed it’s normal shape. He sighed softly, and put his arms round me. 

“It’s not as simple as that, my dearest Aled. Please, take me to the bedroom and use me as you wish, or tell me explicitly what you want from me. Even when it is not the full moon, when I am like this, my autonomy is very limited. I can obey instructions, I cannot initiate actions, no matter how much I want to …”

Slipping my arms round his waist, I smiled. “Then, my beloved Trefor, kiss me in the most demanding manner possible. Dominate me with your kiss … and then tell me what you want to do with me.”

I’d never imagined a kiss like the one he now gave me. His rubber tongue penetrated deep into my mouth and throat. Helpless in his arms I submitted to the intensity of it. Eventually, gasping for breath I managed to break free of it and gasped, “Now take me to the bedroom, my darling, and make my cock yours …” I gasped as he lifted me, and managed, “There are two sets of handcuffs in the nightstand … use them to secure me for your enjoyment …”

His movements rather mechanical, he acted on the instructions, cuffing my wrists to the bed frame, then stripped my Bermudas and before I knew what he intended, he was face fucking himself on my cock. I writhed as he worked, his ministrations on my member amazing and astonishingly brought me to the edge of ejaculation several times, then backed off, leaving me begging, before once again building me up until I could not hold back any longer …

“Thank you, beloved …” I gulped as he finally released my now limp dick. “Now let me eat your gorgeous cock … feed your cum to me …” I watched in awe as my rubber lover moved robotically up my body, his knees on either side of my torso until finally his gorgeous black rubber member was almost at my mouth, then he leaned forward, the gorgeous circumcised glans touched my lips, and I gently kissed it, then opened my lips and let him guide his cock into my mouth. He lasted a long time, before, with a preliminary twitch, his cum filled my mouth.

When he again withdrew his penis, I licked my lips and smiled. “Kiss me, darling.” Again, he moved, then lowered his face to mine and kissed me gently. “Beloved, Trefor, tell me what you would most like to do with me.”

The black rubber face stared down at me. Slowly he said, “I would like to be fucked, Aled …”

“Then, my love, position yourself on my cock and let me fuck you …” Smiling up at him, I added, “Make this the first of many more such pleasures, my darling.” Pausing as he positioned himself, I thrust upward with my hips as he positioned my penis against his opening. “O gods … Trefor, you feel … amazing …”

He did feel amazing. In fact that doesn’t even begin to describe it. I just hoped he was experiencing as beautiful a coupling as I was. Eventually I emptied my balls into him, and he gently withdrew, then, on my instruction, released my wrists, and joined me on the bed. I soon fell asleep, wrapped in his arms.