The Cursed Doll

Chapter 4

I woke in the morning, alone, to find a note.

“Beloved Aled, thank you for your love and companionship. Above all, thank you for the most beautiful night, I hope I gave you all the pleasure you wanted, you gave me more than you can possibly know. I have to return to my reality, but, if you like, we can meet for coffee this afternoon. Love, Trefor. 

PS, I have left you a small token. Please wear it when you come to meet me this afternoon.”

On the nightstand lay a latex jockstrap unlike any I’d seen in any shop. It was thick, shiny rubber, and the side straps were adjustable. The ‘waistband’ was wide and ‘boned’ and it reached from my hips to just below my ribs. As I headed to the shower, I grinned, my cock stiffening as I recalled the feel of my lover’s rubber body against mine.

The jockstrap fitted perfectly, but it seemed to reshape, perhaps sculpt, my torso, and it held my ‘package’ firmly and in a way that enhanced it. For a moment I hesitated, then decided to throw caution to the winds. The rubber felt good — better than anything I’d worn before this. 

“What the hell.” I grinned at my reflection in the mirror. Chucking my brief’s back into the draw, I dressed. Savouring the memory of Trefor’s gorgeous rubber body making love to me, I breakfasted and went to work. 

There was no way I could live without him, no matter what the consequences for me might be, I loved him and wanted to be his partner, lover, companion … I wore the jockstrap to work, and was early at Marco’s.

“Great, you’re early,” Trefor’s mile lit up his face. “My uncle’s expecting us in an hour, and he has a proposal for us.” He waited until I was seated, then continued, “And thank you for last night. You really can have no idea what it meant for me to have you controlling me to do the things I so much wanted — but can’t lead on … and I can only … when I’m told to do it.”

“The first of many more days and nights together, my love.” I touched his hand and felt the electric tingle pass between us. “I should be thanking you for placing so much trust in me.”

The waitress smiled as she delivered our now ‘traditional’ pastry and drinks in front of us. “You two look as if you’ve landed in a honey pot.”

“I hope so,” I quipped back, and we all laughed as she took the payment and the tip — a generous one — and left. Addressing Trefor, I asked, “Last night you said that though you can adopt your … other state when you want to, it still leaves you at the control of a partner. If you are asked, can you tell me what you would like to do?”

“I think so,” he smiled. “You did that last night, and I responded.” Playing with his drink, he nodded. “It’s the first time anyone tried that for me.” He coloured. “Last night was a first time for a lot of things …”

“I’m glad. It was amazing for me too.” Taking a drink, I asked, “Can I ask something personal?”

“Depends on what it is.” He grinned.

“I noticed that your eyes … Can you see anything like that? What do you see?”

For a moment he didn’t reply, then he frowned. “Hard to say. Yes, I can ‘see’ but not exactly what I see ordinarily.” Pausing he asked, “Ever seen infrared imaging? It’s a bit like that, only in colour and focussed sharply on sex. I can see ‘desire’ in someone. It’s a bit like seeing an aura.” He grinned. “I can’t see clothing. I can ‘see’ someone’s sex organs clearly, the rest of him is almost ghostly, just an outline, and the colours I see are different. Other things, like furniture, is similar, unless it’s something sexually linked, then it’s clear and sharp — especially if it’s been recently used. The curse turns me into a doll whose purpose is to provide sexual pleasure, so that is what my ‘vision’ is focussed on — sex. It’s tricky for a few days after full moon too … even after I’ve reverted, I can still ‘see’ everyone naked …” He grimaced. “And if I get aroused — I … change …”

“Handy — I guess.” I smiled. “By the way, thanks for the ‘little’ gift. I must say It’s very comfortable and I’m loving it.” Glancing at my watch, I said, “Where are we meeting your uncle?”

“Here.” He laughed at my surprise. “Take my hand.”

I did, felt a sort of shiver, and we were seated in the bay window Meridion had brought me too just yesterday.

“Good, right on time, Trefor. Good evening, Aled.” He smiled, “Trefor tells me that you had a very pleasant evening together last night.”

“I did, sir, and I hope Trefor enjoyed it as much as I did.” 

Trefor’s hand touched mine. “Uncle Meridion places me in total restraint during the full moon when I am not fully under the curse and have some autonomy, inside a pentagram. If he doesn’t I can be ‘summoned’ by any Mage who wishes to enjoy me — another part of the curse.” He added, “And there are some who take pleasure in creatively  tormenting me if I am careless and delay submitting to my restraint and they love it if they can keep me from returning to my human form …”   

“I have put a stop to that!” Meridion frowned. “Yes, that will be a risk, but with two of you, I would hope you would guard one another.” To me, he said, “I propose that you allow me to change your reality — you will then live with Trefor in my fortified home. I make only one condition, that you wait for two full moons before you make love at Trefor’s time of change. I wish to be sure you fully understand and have seen for yourself, what he endures during the full moon before you risk embracing his state.”

“That part, I understand, Meridion. It would be sensible. But what about my job and my flat?”

“The flat we will retain.” He smiled. “It will be a useful gateway between our realms. The bookshop will find a replacement for you, and remember you as a useful and pleasant member of their staff who resigned and left a month ago. As for your writing … I think you will find it a great deal easier and more enjoyable in our realm.” He smiled. “More rewarding as well.”

The room I was to share with Trefor was large and airy, and dominated by the huge bed with it’s canopy and the four hefty posts supporting it. It was larger in area than my entire flat, comfortably furnished with comfortable chairs before a fireplace, and lit by two large bay windows jutting beyond the face to the wall they were set in. A small kitchenette provided the means to make tea or coffee and little snacks, and a large bathroom opened off a dressing room. 

I was surprised to find that all my possessions were already in place as I looked around the room. Another surprise was that Trefor wore only a loose ‘tunic’ style garment with a girdle at his waist and soft boots that covered his calves.

“Like it?” Trefor asked, his nervousness evident in his voice.

“No, Trefor, I don’t like it.” I grinned at his surprise. “Goof, I love it — especially this feature of it.” Wrapping my arms round his waist I pulled him into a hug and kissed his mouth.

He shivered in my arms, and suddenly I was holding his naked, aroused, rubber form, his mouth already forming the sex doll O.

“Trefor?” I exclaimed, then remembered his telling me that he transformed as soon as he was aroused. “My love, I want you to strip me, place me on the bed, and then use me as that part of you that knows what you so dearly want to do with me wishes — to suck my cock, fuck my butt or have me suck your magnificent organ. I want you to do whatever your mind desires with me.”

Robotically he obeyed, my clothes scattering behind us as we moved to the bed until there remained only the heavy jock strap with it’s wide waist belt and the heavy pouch controlling any own arousal. Laying me gently on the bed, my magnificent rubber doll lover now released the side straps on the jock, moved the pouch aside and engulfed my rising erection in his open mouth.

Taking his time he worked my cock carefully and gently in the same manner he’d done that first time in my flat. It may have been a part of the curse that gave him the ability to bring me almost to cumming, but not allowing it. In this way he had me so desperate to cum, and yet to not bring this to an end, that when I did eventually shoot my load, it was exquisite and left me in a semi-conscious state.

Then I was being eased onto my side, my left leg drawn up and he entered me from behind. His rubber penis massaging my glands and filling my passage felt amazing. It sent the most amazing sensation through me as he worked it, and induced a soft moan from me as he thrust himself fully inside me and released a flood of his seed into me. As I lay in his rubber arms, still impaled on that rigid rubber penis, and pressed against his rubber body, I knew that I’d made the right choice in choosing to be his lover. No matter what happened to me in future, nothing could detract from the love I felt as we lay on the huge bed that would now be our shared space …