Trick or Treat

It was a dark and stormy night … no shit Sherlock. It was blowing a bloody hooley, the street was awash, the rain nearly horizontal and Rick’s old banger was misfiring, not liking the wet getting into it electrics at all. It didn’t help that the only way to see where the hell we were was to open the window and stick our heads out! We were on our way to a Halloween Party, and somewhere in this shitty storm, Rick had taken a wrong turn!

“The bloody Satnav is out,” he moaned, pulling his head back and shutting the window. “And I can’t see any sign of civilisation anywhere.”

“Even if there is,” I shot back, “knocking on doors dressed like this will probably get us reported to the cops.”

“True.” He laughed. We were both dressed in latex, with me supposedly his submissive ‘slave’, wearing a tight fitting ‘straitjacket’ suit, my hands currently free of the mitt-ends of the sleeves and carrying the rubber hood I would wear once we’d arrived. Rick wore an incredible tailored catsuit of thick polished latex, his crotch covered by a moulded codpiece, with a chest harness to indicate his ‘master’ status. “But at least we don’t have to worry about getting wet in these outfits.”

“That’s true.” I laughed. “Look, I think we’d better scrub the idea of trying to get there in this. Think you can turn around and get us home again? At least this wind and the rain will be coming from behind us mostly?”

“Good idea.” Rick opened the window again. “Stick your head out as well, and let’s try and avoid getting stuck.” He laughed. “Who’d have thought we could get lost just five miles from home?”

The lightning struck a tree just ahead of us, burning the image of our surroundings into our brains. The explosion of the thunder was deafening, and the tree collapsed in slow motion across the road. We both pulled our heads back into the car and tried to recover our fright. With that the car’s engine died. For several seconds we just sat there, shivering in fright.

“Damn, damn, damn …” Rick tried to restart the engine.

“Um, Rick …” I put a hand on his arm. “It’s not going to take. We’re stuck, but, there’s a house on this side, and someone’s on the porch trying to signal us …”

“What? Where?” 

I rolled the window down again. Stuck my arm out and waved.

“There. See, He’s waving to us to come in …”

“Well bugger me …” Rick sighed with relief. “Come on then. I don’t remember seeing that place but …” Lightning flashed again and this time we got a good look. ‘Victorian Gothic’ was the nearest description I could think of, but, fuck it, any fucking place was better than sitting in a broken down car, in a rubber gimp-type suit and a bloody storm like this. “Come on.”

We both piled out and without hesitation, made a dash up the long path to the front door. As we did so I had the distinct feeling that the path and the house had definitely NOT been there until the lightning strike, but …

   “Good evening, gentlemen.” Up close the man — at least we assumed ‘he’ was — looked horribly deformed beneath a tight fitting black rubber suit that moulded to his body. His back hunched, and his arms much longer than normal with very slim hands. His legs appeared to be bowed, and shorter than usual, but the codpiece covering his crotch was huge. His voice was deep, almost a growl, and he moved in a rather jerky fashion. Completely bald, his face had a slightly lopsided appearance, accentuated as he bowed and indicated we should enter the house.

“Sorry about our outfits,” Rick began stepping forward. “We were on our way to a party …”

“Then you are perfectly attired to join the master’s celebration.” The strange man shut the door. “This way, sirs.” He studied us. “You may wish to complete your costume, sir. Would you care for some assistance?”

“What? Oh …” I was about to refuse the offer, then found I wanted him to secure my hands and arms as intended. “Yes, please. Thanks …”

Rick watched in amusement as I fitted my hood, and submitted to the misshapen man’s closing the mitts over my hands, then securing the cuffs at my elbows to the reinforced anchor points attached to the wide reinforced band running round my torso and then secured my arms across my body.

“Very nice suit, is, if I may say so. It suits your figure perfectly.” Offering a tray of what appeared to be a certain brand of expensive chocolate balls to Rick, he said, “A little welcome treat, sir? Your companion may need a little help to enjoy his.”

“Thanks,” Rick, having fitted his own half-mask hood, selected two of the gold wrapped chocolates, unwrapped one, revealing that it was shaped like a penis glans, leaned forward and kissed my mouth, then said, “Open wide …”

“Yes, Master!” I accepted the beautifully detailed ‘chocolate’ savouring the delicious taste as Rick unwrapped his own and put it into his mouth. A sort of fuzzy feeling started to take hold of me. My cock, confined beneath the tight latex of my suit, began to stiffen, forcing itself into an upright position against my abdomen. It felt good, and though I knew it would now be obvious, I no longer cared.

“Follow me please, gentlemen.” 

The room we entered was filled with people, some, like me, clearly subs or gimps, others, like Rick, clearly ‘Doms’ or ‘Masters’. 

“Our latest players have arrived. Welcome Rick and his gorgeous Sub slave, Dennis, my friends.” The speaker, a tall athletic figure stepped forward. Wearing a rubber basque-style corset that accentuated his narrow waist and physique, with thigh boots that reached his crotch covered by a large codpiece and a half-mask hood, he stepped forward, remarking, “My, my, but Dennis does look eager to please his Master.” 

The crowd broke into cheers and laughter, and the ‘Masters’ nearest me ran their hands over my rubber covered butt and some explored my rigid cock through the latex. 

“We’d best not keep him waiting,” continued the ‘host’, a tall athletic figure in a leather corset, with boots that reached the top of his thighs, an impressive pouch covering his genitals, and long gloves covering his hands and arms to above his elbows. “Take him down to our playroom with the other Subs, Igor, and see they are properly prepared for our challenge …”

“Yes, Master,” Igor, the deformed man, signalled me and the other three ‘subs’, like me, heavily restrained and clearly very aroused. “Follow me, my friends. Your Masters must hear the challenge they will undertake, and you must be prepared for the forfeits they will incur.”

Silent and obedient we followed Igor down the stairs into a softly lit basement. Part of me wanted to demand an explanation, and refuse to obey, but my body simply did as it was told. So, on his order, I followed the others in taking a seat on a semi-reclined couch, and to being strapped firmly to it. The four of us were arranged so that we faced each other across an open space between us. Each of us wore a variation of a sub-slave costume in latex, and all of us wore restraints even before being secured to our couches.

Igor stood back and smiled as he surveyed us. “Your Masters now face a range of challenges. At each level they must offer a forfeit to which you will submit if they fail to complete the challenge or to beat the Master in it.” He laughed. “If you are lucky, and your Masters are skilful, you may all leave here without penalty.”

Oh shit, I thought as the misshapen man left us. I’m in deep shit now. Rick is a bit of a klutz. A willing one, always ready to try, always willing to ‘give it a go’, but never quite succeeding at anything — except one. He was a fantastic lover. Making love with him was always a fantastic experience. I wished I knew what he was going to be challenged to do … 

I soon found out what I was going to be getting as forfeits … And I wasn’t the only one with the problem of a Master whose ability to perform outside of bed and a ‘scene’ was going to cost us …

The guy opposite me was the first to ‘pay’ a forfeit. Igor removed him from the couch, then placed him in stocks in the space between us, opened his rear zip and applied a lot of what appeared to be lube to his opening and fitted him with tube gag. A few minutes later a pair of rubber clad figures entered, their generous arousal obvious as the positioned themselves, and then proceeded to fuck him orally and anally. They had barely started when Igor approached me pushing a strange looking device into place between my legs. 

“Your forfeit. You will be milked until you have provided at least five ejaculations.” Opening my crotch zip fully, he located my anus and deftly inserted a thin plug, then fitted a sleeve over my penis and strapped it into place. Unwrapping another of the gold wrapped ‘chocolates’, he slipped it into my mouth, saying, “Enjoy that, each one will make you more submissive, and you get one with each new forfeiture.”

Unable to object, I accepted the chocolate glans, and then a muzzle gag. My anus filled with a gel and the plug seemed to inflate as the ‘milking’ started. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It brought me to the peak of desire to ejaculate, and then did something that prevented it. This went on for quite some time until finally it brought me off. There was no relief, the cycle merely began again. To my right another of the guys was put through the same torture, while the guy to my left got placed in a massive bondage throne and apparently subjected to electro-torture.  

I was barely conscious when it finally stopped, but now Igor was in front of me again, with another of the chocolates. Removing me from the couch, he repositioned it, replaced me on it face down, lubed my butt again and now I began to get fucked. Once again, five seemed to be the number and I got five generous loads of cum, before being repositioned, and now plugged, consuming another ‘chocolate’ and now gave fellatio to another five generously equipped cocks and swallowed their generous loads. 

The variety of positions and sexual uses I was put to ceased to register with me after the fifth ‘chocolate’, but I seemed to be filled with cum, and each cock that entered me felt better, and each load of cum I swallowed tasted like nectar. Eventually I was the only sub still in the dungeon. I was on autopilot when Igor led me back upstairs, still in my straitjacket suit and restrained and led me to where Rick stood next to the ‘host’. It registered somewhere in my dazed and sex drunken state, that Rick looked frightened, and that he was wearing a very strange looking chastity belt.

“So, Dennis, you have, it seems, paid a heavy price for your Master’s inability to defeat me in the challenges he accepted.” The host smiled. “So I have one challenge for you, that will release you both. Neither Igor nor I have enjoyed sex this night, and both of us are full of the desire. Can you satisfy us both? Can you satisfy us here, in front of your Master?”

My thoughts in a haze, I stared at his huge codpiece, then at the grinning Igor and his equally large pouch.

“I don’t know, sir,” I managed. Beside him, Rick looked frightened. “But I will do my best.” Hesitating, I asked, “If I fail, sir, what will become of us?”

“If you fail, you will both remain here servicing my desires until next Halloween. If you succeed, you will be returned to your own place and time. Do you accept the challenge?”

Rick shook his head and tried to signal that I should refuse.

“I accept the challenge, sir.”

“Very well.” The host grinned. “Then approach and please my cock with your mouth. When I am sufficiently pleased, you will do the same for both of Igor’s cocks, and then I shall take you to my couch and we shall see if you can satisfy me and then Igor.”

Removing his codpiece, he released his cock. The circumcised ‘head’ was almost the size a small fist, and the shaft long and thick. I set to work with my mouth, carefully exploring it with my tongue and my lips. I used every trick I learned since I first began having sex with a partner, and I consider myself something of a connoisseur of cocks and take pride in giving good ‘head’. I appeared to have succeeded, because he eventually lifted me off his cock and I found myself giving the same care and attention to Igor’s twin monsters. Like his Master he was circumcised on both. The heads were large and flared, the shafts slimmer and long.

I succeeded in pleasing Igor as well, because they transported me upstairs to a huge bedchamber with a large four poster bed. Laying me on this, our host, positioned himself, raised my legs and clipped suspended chains to my ankles, then moved and pressed his heavy cock to my anus. I whimpered as he stretched me, then set to work to use every trick I could manage like this as he fucked me.

His ejaculation was sudden and my butt felt like it was being inflated. He smiled, as I whimpered …

“Very good, Dennis. You have met this part of the challenge,” he purred, his swollen penis still inside me. “Now can you satisfy Igor?” Withdrawing carefully, he moved aside and Igor took his place …

“Thank you, Master.” Igor positioned himself and pushed one of his cocks against my now leaking entrance, the other pushed up beside my scrotum and nestled against my own cock. Carefully he began to fuck me, his long cock sliding deep with each thrust. As with his Master I did my utmost to use what little control I had to ensure his penis got as much pleasure as I could manage. I barely noticed when he shot a huge load with his first cock, slipped it free and impaled me with the second. This time he didn’t take long, and it surprised me when he thrust deep and moaned as he released an even larger dose of cum into me.

Now exhausted and drunk with the sex, I accepted yet another of their ‘chocolates’ and submitted to being very thoroughly mummified in a tight rubber ‘sleep sack’ which was then over wrapped with wide rubber bandages, and finally with bright coloured ‘tape so that my immobilised body was now a mummy covered in a rainbow with my genitals carefully presented and separately mummified. With my eyes also covered, I could not see the headpiece that was then fitted to cover my head and shoulders, but I did feel myself lifted and then … nothing.

The light was bright and I screwed up my eyes. Faintly I could hear Rick, his voice pleading as he evidently tried to unwrap me. 

“Den! Den, can you hear me?” He pleaded, “For fuck’s sake make some indication!”

Easier said than done, I thought, conscious that I was still in the straitjacket suit, my hands covered in the mitts and now slightly numb from the long immobilisation of being strapped across my chest. Nor could I move any other part of my body. I managed to ‘huff’ through my nose.

“Oh, you’re awake. Thank fuck!” I felt him trying to remove something down my right side. “They’ve certainly fucking mummified you. I’ve never seen anything like this before!”

“You should feel what it’s like,” I thought. “Just don’t take too long …” My cock and balls felt different, and the ‘difference’ became apparent as he carefully removed the wrappings covering them.

“Wow. You’re a bit bigger now …” Rick remarked. “I love it.”

He worked carefully keeping up a running commentary as he removed layer after layer of the coloured tape, then the rubber bandage, then two rubber sleep sacks and finally could release the cuffs securing my arms to my body and chest. The last item was the muzzle covering my lower face.

“Fuck, Den, I tried to tell you not too …” Rick began.

“Stop talking,” I reached up and wrapped my tingling arms around him, pulling him down onto my chest. “Just shut up, kiss me, and the give me a good dose of your cock. Then we can talk …”

“Are you ..?” He began.

“Shut up, and fuck me or feed me your cock, please. I need your cum, then I’ll be fine …”

“You sure ..?” 

“Please? I need to be fucked or something …”

“Okay …” He positioned himself, and offered his cock to my mouth. 

I kissed the tip and savoured his glans, his unique scent, and set to work to satisfy my need to enjoy my partner, my master, and to give him the relief I could sense in his gorgeous organ. He didn’t hold out on me, and I sucked down every drop of his cum, enjoying it. 

“Thank you,” I whispered, as he withdrew his now softening dick. Kissing him as he lay down beside me, I asked, “Where are we?”

“Home,” he whispered, caressing my rubbered body. “Home. I don’t know how. I was in that house one minute, then Igor appeared, grinning, and did something and I was here, and you were on the bed, all mummified. I thought you were dead. It took me hours to get that damned head piece off you.” He lifted the amazing moulded Egyptian style head and mask, with its elaborate neck and shoulder decoration. “It’s bloody amazing, fits to you exactly, and even has your face … I really thought you were dead — couldn’t get any response from you at all until I got it off you.”

“I’m not dead, Rick, but I’m randy as hell.” I looked at the head piece again, and then at the sleep sacks and the rainbow flag tape wrapping that had encased me over the rubber bandage and the sleep sacks. It had been removed in two halves like a shell, and now I could see it was near rigid. “Let me out of this suit, love, then you better tell me what they did to you — you probably already know what was happening to me …”

“I will, but …” Rick hesitated staring at my crotch. “Do you, um, feel different anywhere?”

“Different ..?” I hesitated, then looked down. My rubber sheathed cock was longer, and thicker than before, and my balls, contained in a rubber sack were also larger and heavier. And my erection was impressive. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Rick. What have they done to me … I’m fucking huge …”

“Igor said they’d given you a special treat, one I’d enjoy …” Kneeling, he kissed the big glans in it’s rubber covering, sending a shiver through me. He looked up at my face and smiled. “Now I understand what he meant.” Standing, he kissed my lips. “He also said we’d be Master and Sub from now on …”

I gulped as I felt myself responding.  

We settled on the sofa in front of the fire and I snuggled into his embrace. I felt a million dollars, but tired out, and just being held like this felt great. We’d showered, then eaten — I was absolutely ravenous — and now relaxed, but not sleepy. I sipped the gorgeous red wine he’d poured for me.

“I think I’m still on a sexual high.” My lips caressed his cheek. “I don’t know what they did to me, but I feel — different.” His arm tightened, and I whispered, “I love you, Rick, my Master. Do you know where we were? Where’s your car?”

“I love you too, Den. More than I ever thought possible. I was terrified they’d done something bad to you … It was all my fault. You know what a klutz I am at the gym, well … Let’s just say wrestling is not my thing, nor is escaping bondage, and as for playing cards …” He sipped his wine. “No, I haven’t been able to figure out where we were — and the car’s in the bloody garage. As far as I can see it was never out of it! And as for the storm …” He grimaced, and Marty phoned to say it was a fab party and he hoped we’d enjoyed ourselves … apparently we were there!”

“But …” Frowning I thought furiously. “Did Marty say what he thought of our gear?”

“Yes, he did. Described your outfit exactly, except for one thing … he said you were wearing a chastity belt, and the hood he described was different to the one we fitted to you.”

“A chastity belt? I wasn’t wearing one at all. I had nothing under the catsuit — remember? The Master at the big house commented on my … excitement.”

“I know. I didn’t let on about … well, whatever.” Taking a drink of wine he watched the fire for a bit. “Um, you don’t have to answer this … but, what was it like when they took you up to the bedroom? Igor’s two cocks looked amazing, and he had two sets of …”

“The, um, Master was huge, and an amazing fuck. He had me on my back, with my ankles chained to the canopy I think. His cock really stretched me, but … it was amazing …” I pecked his cheek, and sipped my wine. “And Igor took a while with his first cock, the second one was on my stomach rubbing against mine …, then he swapped over and dumped his second load inside me. After that, they mummified me …” Taking another swallow of wine, I snuggled into his arm. “It was pretty bloody good actually. What about you? Did you get any action?”

“Action?” He chuckled. “In a way. They locked me into that chastity belt, then the first challenge was to suck six people to a climax in five minutes. I managed three. The next challenge was to escape from a set of chains while being fucked … I failed that as well.” Refilling his wine glass, he continued, “Then I had to wear an inflated hood, and search for the means to release the air with very restricted vision. You know me — I got confused and … That got me the chance to play Twenty-one. Did okay for a few hands, then had a run of duds … and eventually you ended up having to pay my losses.”

“Our losses, love. Our losses.” Kissing him, I asked, “Any regrets for last night? I haven’t, but …” I stared into my glass for a moment. “Funny, I just know that I’m yours. Your sub, your slave if you like. I’ll never be able to refuse to do anything you tell me to do.” Turning my face to his, I added softly, “Please don’t abuse me …”

He smiled, “Don’t worry, my love. I can’t do that. You see, yes, I’m now your master, but because you accepted paying for my freedom, I’m bound to you. Your protector, your lover, your guardian …” His kiss was tender. “Now, shall we go to bed and see what happens?”

“Yes, Master.” Draining my glass, I stood. “I hope my Master intends to enjoy fucking his slave. Shall I go and prepare myself?”

“You want ..?” He smiled. “Yes, slave, You are to wear the muzzle gag, and the chastity belt on the nightstand. I will join you shortly. Make sure you are ready.”

“Yes, Master.” I ran to the bedroom, stepping over the discarded gear I had worn, found the chastity belt and the muzzle and fitted both. The chastity belt was difficult, because I was hard, but the belt had a strange effect, and my cock went limp as I slid the tube onto my rigid member. Securing it in place, I locked it, found the muzzle gag and fitted it to my face tightening it fully to ensure there was no way I could make a sound, then turned and knelt as my beloved Master entered holding the heaviest set of handcuffs I’d ever seen. Locking these onto my wrists with them in front of me, he kissed the muzzle, then indicated I should lie on the bed, turned me on my side and gently slid in behind me …

I sighed as his gorgeous member slid into me, and he began to fuck me … I didn’t know what had happened to us, or where we’d been. We’d certainly NOT been at the party we’d set out to attend. Trick? Or treat? 

As my beloved Rick, my ‘master’, built up his tempo it struck me that we’d been ‘treated’, and I loved the ‘treat’.