The Cursed Doll

Chapter 9

Meridion returned some time later, in a thoughtful frame of mind. Releasing us from his binding spell, he made us stand side by side in front of him, then bound us again. 

“I wish to test something.” Seating himself before us, he gripped the ‘walking stick’ I now knew was his Mage’s staff. “I shall unbind you, Trefor, and you are to resume your human form. Aled, you will remain bound, but I wish you to adopt your doll state in full.”

I did as asked, no hard thing since the only part of me then not following my ‘doll’ default, was my mouth. I let it become the open O necessary for fellatio. Next to me Trefor became his flesh and blood form.

“Now take Aled in your arms as if you wish to make love to him.”

“With pleasure, uncle.” Trefor turned, wrapped his arms round me and as our mouths met, he reverted to his rubber form.

“I see that part of the curse remains, as Ceran confirmed to me a few minutes ago.” Standing, Meridion, smiled. “Trefor, Aled, I lift my abjuration. Aled, you are released from my binding. Trefor, take Aled to your apartment and obey Ceran’s instruction — to celebrate your liberation and enjoy your state.”

“Thank you, Uncle.” Trefor grinned. “I have a few years to make up for, and Aled is going to love every minute of it.”

“Am I?” I teased. “Take me to it, beloved.” Bowing to Meridion, I added, “And thank you, sir, for your support of Trefor all these years, and your accepting me into his and your life.”

“Begone, the pair of you.” Meridion laughed. “Your desire is becoming overwhelming!”

“Yes, sir,” we chorused, and Trefor took my hand and drew me out of the chamber. Our journey to our apartment was somewhat haphazard, with frequent interruptions along the way as we paused to enjoy a kiss — not all on the mouth — and arrived in our apartment in a high state of arousal. 

“Sixty-nine?” Trefor asked.

“Of course …” 

Our mouths, in the perfect form for fellatio before we’d even positioned ourselves, engulfed each other’s erections at the same time. For the first time since I’d joined Trefor in this rubber bodied existence, I was not only experiencing and craving the intense stimulation, but able to savour it, respond to it, and do the same for my beloved. Our passion intensified as we both revelled in the exquisite sensations coursing through our rubber bodies. Everything focused on our crotches as we writhed in the embrace of mouth to crotch.

Trefor erupted first, releasing a flood of his warm semen and that triggered my own ejaculation. In our rubberised form ejaculation is ten times more intense that ordinarily, and always a leaves us helpless until it ceases. During the full moon it is denied us, but at other times it was possible for our partner to trigger it. Now it seemed we would enjoy this pleasure more easily. 

Both of us experienced multiple cum shots, and neither of us wanted to break the contact or lose a single drop of the other’s seed. Finally, spent, drained, and slowly transforming to our human form, we parted, changed position on the bed and wrapped each other in our arms. Tears of pure happiness spilled from both of us as we lay, still riding the hormonal surge we always got on reverting to human form, unable to put into words what we felt, or wanted to say to each other.

Words, ultimately, were superfluous. We would always be subject to the curse that turned us into rubber sex dolls, but now we could enjoy it. Now we could fully enjoy the pleasure our lovemaking gave us and others. The curse might not be broken, but it was no longer an infliction, but something to celebrate.

Trefor pulled the duvet over us, and we slept.

“Aled, I have found the image of the Mage.” Meridion opened a book to a picture. “I told you he was a very famous Mage in our reality, and a powerful one. This is he. Merthyn, an unusual name, one not used since …”

Studying the image I had the strong feeling I’d seen him somewhere, but couldn’t place it. He was certainly handsome, and his bearing proud. His crotch codpiece seemed unusual.

“This was supposedly painted from life. Ceran and the others are also depicted in the book. They were all friends, two were lower order Mages, and others apprenticed to them.” Meridion placed the book carefully on the table. “As you can see, they were all handsome men.”

“Yes, I can see that.” I looked at the title, noting the book claimed to be a sort of Year Book for the group, and that Merthyn had been their teacher and leader. Finding the image of Ceran, I studied it, comparing this ‘life’ image with the rubber figure in the crypt, then worked through the others, and finally returned to Merthyn. Suddenly it struck me. “I know where he is! I’ve seen him, even polished him.”

“You have seen him?” Meridion peered at the image. “Where?”

“In my realm … as you call it. My world before …” I stopped, and smiled. “He’s like the others, a rubber statue, and he stands in the entrance of a Club I sometimes worked in before …” 

“Can you take us there?”

“If I were to return to my world, yes. It’s not far from my old flat.” I felt my excitement rising.

“Good, then we must retrieve him. He and Ceran must be reunited.” Meridion picked up another book. “When I first saw you, Aled, I wondered why you appeared familiar.” He opened the book carefully. “Ceran’s is an interesting family. He had a brother, one without magical ability, who was moved to your realm to protect him during … and he begat a family. Ceran provided for them until his … transformation. Even thereafter he made extensive provision for their support and some of those who share the crypt with him, were directly involved in doing so.”

“You mean they were cursed because Cerdic thought …?”

“Possibly, though it is more likely they suffered because they loved Ceran and tried to help him. Too late Cerdic discovered the truth, but by then he’d surrendered to his hatred and desire to harm his brother. The last of those in the crypt are two of Ceran’s nephews. They tried to alleviate Ceran’s distress as all his friends fell victim and were hidden.” He paused. “You, Aled, are a descendent of one of Ceran’s many great nephews. Take this book and study it carefully. You will find it informative, as I did.” Smiling, he continued, “And Trefor is a direct descendent of Merthyn’s family. Ironic, is it not, that you and he are lovers and sufferers of the same curse that parted Ceran and Merthyn?”

“I’m a descendent of Ceran? Of his family?” I corrected myself.

“You are indeed. I have marked out your lineage.” He smiled. “It’s all in that book.” Leaning forward in his chair, he asked, “You say that you think Merthyn is in this club you worked at?

“Yes, I’m certain it’s him.” Studying the image again, I focused on that curiously shaped cod piece. The waiter’s hood someone had fitted to his head meant I’d never seen anything of his face above his mouth. The shape of his codpiece triggered a memory of someone saying they’d ‘padded’ the pouch on the statue. “I can’t be absolutely sure because they’ve padded the pouch they fitted to ‘cover’ his genitals, and I’ve only ever seen his lower face …”

“I understand,” Meridion replied. “Can you enter the premises without raising suspicion?”

“They know me — I could enter, but it has a strict dress code. You have to be accompanied by a consenting partner, and you both have to be wearing rubber or rubber and a bondage harness. Trefor and I could gain entry that way, but if either of us got …”

“I have an elixir that would prevent your transforming, but it’s time limited. Trefor often used it when he visited your realm to avoid, ah, accidents.” 

“That would be essential.” Laughing I said, “It would cause no end of trouble if either of us transformed in public!”

Trefor looked at me and grinned. 

“That harness and collar suits you, darling.” He gestured at his own outfit of latex jeans, chest harness and a loose jacket. “Do you really need to wear those hideous loose pants? What’s the point of hiding the lower part of your harness and the codpiece?”

“Unfortunately, love, if I walked down the street without them in my realm, we’d be arrested for indecency.” The harness he’d chosen for me was similar to the waiter’s harness worn by the staff at the Club, but a heavier version, embellished with a broad waist belt, a soft detachable jock pouch, and open access to my butt. Knee high boots on my feet and cuffs on my wrists completed the outfit.

“What’s indecent about your outfit? I love it.” He grinned, showing he was teasing. I’d agreed to wear the ‘Sub’ outfit and he knew very well that in my realm exposing one’s anus in public was not permitted. “In fact it’s as well I’m full of the elixir!”

“Drink the second dose of elixir and let’s get going.” I retorted. “I’ll take these off inside the Club, and distract the receptionist while you examine the statue we think is … Have you something to record the image for Meridion?”

“Yes, this ‘eye’ will show him what we see.” He touched the thin collar he wore with it’s silver bead centered on his Adam’s apple. “Together then.” Handing me a brimming goblet, he raised it in salute. “Here’s to success.”

We both drained the goblets.

“Ready? Then let’s go.” We joined hands, and stepped into the portal Meridion had opened, and arrived at the entrance to The Rubber House. The street was empty as we walked up to the door and I pressed the door bell. It opened and I recognised the Bouncer — one of those who’d made life miserable for me at school, and now working as a Bouncer at a club for people like me. 

“Hi Mel. Quiet tonight?” I greeted him.

“Aled. Good the see you again. Yes, a bit quiet — be busy later. Who’s your friend?”

“This is Trefor, my partner, lover, Master … You get the picture.” I grinned. “You can see why I’m not around much.”

“Come on in then,” Mel smiled, eyeing Trefor. “Aled knows the rules and the routine here.” He shut the door firmly behind us. “Enjoy yourselves.” He winked. “You probably don’t need to kiss the rubber man’s codpiece …”

Stepping through the inner door, Trefor asked as it shut behind us, “What did he mean …?” He stopped. “Oh.”

Walking to the desk I slipped off the loose pants I’d been wearing, folded them and laid them on the counter. Jerking my thumb toward Trefor, standing staring at the figure of Merthyn, I joked, “I’d like to check these and this top in please, Marc. I’ll have to drag my partner Trefor away from the Rubber Man there.”

“Don’t forget to give him a kiss,” replied the clerk in the outfit I remembered so well. “Damn, you’ve got a real dish as a partner …”

“Yep. He’s special, and he’s mine!” Joining Trefor, I linked arms with him and winked over my shoulder to the ‘clerk’. “That’s enough ogling Mr Rubber Man, Trefor, you’re making me jealous.” I bent just enough to show my uncovered opening, and kissed the bulging pouch. “Shall we find a table and enjoy the show?”

Inside the club room we found the place still quiet — or relatively so. A DJ played ‘mood’ music for an erotic dancer entertaining patrons clustered round the stage, and a few more scattered among the booths and tables around the dance floor. A waiter approached us.

“A table or a booth, gents.” The masked face broke into a smile, “Aled! Wow, you’ve obviously hit the jackpot. Great to see you, and I love the outfit! Want a booth?” He winked.

“Yeah, a booth I think please, Bryn. Trefor, a booth suit us, or somewhere more public?” Hoping he’d get the hint, sensing that, like me, and despite the heavy doses of Meridian’s elixir, he was struggling to not transform. A booth would give us at least some cover if we lost the battle. I slipped an arm round his waist.

“Oh, a booth I think.” He held my hand against his waist band, his grip telling me he was struggling as well. “Or you’ll be pulling admirers like flies.”

“Got just the spot for you. Follow me …” Bryn led us to the booth I would have chosen. “Can I get you guys a drink? Have you eaten?”

“How about some wine? A good red?” Trefor asked. “Want to eat? Is there a drinks list and a menu?”

Bryn grinned. “There is a menu, but … most folk don’t come for the cuisine. The wine on the other hand …” He produced a drinks menu. “Have a look, Aled knows most of what we stock. I’ll bring you some snack packs. Oh, the floor show tonight should be good, it’ll be on in about twenty minutes.” 

“Did you get the images for Meridion?” I asked as soon as Bryn left.

“Yes. I did, and sent them through the portal.” Shifting in his seat he continued quietly, “Damn, it’s worse than I thought. I’m going to have to be very careful … I’m glad Meridion gave us an emergency supply of the elixir …”

“We’ll have to fight it off together, love. I’m struggling too … Here comes Bryn. I suggest the Dornfelder 2009.” I grinned. “And you’ve got the money — I haven’t got any pockets remember.”

The floor show was good, but murder for two guys fighting to NOT be aroused by it. The wine and the snacks helped, and so did the third dose of the elixir Meridion had supplied. Slowly the place filled up and as the crowd thickened, the sexual ‘charge’ in the air became almost tangible. The blatantly sexuality of the floor show, and a glimpse of one of the waiters providing a table with fellatio made the struggle to remain flesh and blood increasingly difficult. Both of us reached a point where were we transforming slowly …

“We better get out of here.” Trefor used a charm to leave a generous tip for Bryn. Taking my hand, he muttered the activation charm for a portal, and we were instantly back in Meridion’s library. Just in time, as both of us were transforming as we vanished from the club.

“You cut that a little fine,” Meridion greeted us, eyeing our rubber bodies, Trefor’s erection straining the thin latex of his jeans, and mine already escaping the inadequate pouch. He showed his amusement “You were right, Aled. It is Merthyn.” Smiling, he advanced to embrace us both. “Well done, both of you. Now take yourselves to your apartment and enjoy yourselves, you’ve more than earned it.”