Thursday, March 31, 2011

Story:Eternal Rubber, Chapter 2

Eternal Rubber

Chapter 2

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What follows is a piece of fiction.  Any similarity to living persons is coincidental.  The author does not condone the activities described herein, though he has been known to enjoy similar activities himself.
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 “Mister Blackstone, a pleasure to see you this evening.”  Thanks to the alert by Danny the bartender, the strange man in neck to toe latex and the flowing overcoat was able to greet the newcomer within seconds of him entering the bar.
“Efficient as ever, Mr. Mortson.  I’ve decided to observe this new prospect you’ve found for me before making my decision.”  The newcomer was an older man.  Well over 6 feet and nicely muscled with closely cropped thin white hair, Francis Blackstone radiated calm assurance and authority.  He practically shone, his own latex uniform polished to perfection.  Blackstone wore a form-fitting neck entry catsuit with a codpiece, calf-hugging boots ladder laced with bright white cord and what could only be described as a utility belt that Batman would be proud of.
Standing next to each other, Blackstone and the stranger whom Blackstone addressed as “Mortson”, were like two similar magnetic poles: both powerful and attracting to most, but to each other, it seemed like it was only their force of will keeping them within proximity and that any moment, there would be an explosion.
“Is that the boy, over there?”  Blackstone asked, indicating Alex, over in the alcove.
“No, Francis, yours is over there flirting with the bartender.  Danny will be so disappointed when you choose this one.  He was hoping to take him home himself.  The one all trussed up is my own acquisition”
Blackstone glowered.  He hated when the stranger acted so familiar, using his given name when he didn’t know the Stranger’s real name.  25 years of doing business, and Blackstone had come to know the man as the “Stranger”, capital S, in his own mind, having found at least five separate identities for him.
“Well then, I’m going to go observe your candidate for a while.  Are you ready to deliver him?”
“Are you ready to receive him?”
“Of course.”
“And you expect me to be any less prepared?  Francis, my dear old friend,” the Stranger put a harsh, biting emphasis on ‘old’, ”do you expect to be any less prepared?  I always have an operative laying in wait.”  The Stranger handed Blackstone the drink which was suddenly waiting on the bar next to them.  “Scotch, single malt, at least 18 years old.  One rock, just like you.”  Blackstone scowled.  “Just like you always order, of course.”
Blackstone accepted the drink, frowning.  “One day, I will find out where your intel comes from, Mortson.  I’ll signal you yes or no when I leave.”
Leaving Blackstone to his affairs, the Stranger dropped off his overcoat at the coat check.  Stripping off the fabric shell, the Stranger revealed underneath a cloak of dozens, maybe even hundreds, of black latex strips dangling from around his neck.  The tendrils of the Stranger’s cloak hung about him and constantly moved ever so slightly, undulating as though constantly stirred by the Stranger’s motion or by a draft through the bar.  Black like the rest of the Stranger’s latex, the layers of black latex strips formed an even darker blackness beneath, in the shadows between strands.
The Stranger returned to Alex, walking up behind Peter, the bar’s resident cock sucker who had his back to the bar and his mouth over Alex’s dick.  Alex, was still anchored to the wall by his neck, and Peter had managed to pin the boy’s arms behind his back and was going to town on the poor boy’s dick.
The man on his knees working over the boy was wearing a sleeveless black latex suit which ran down his torso and disappeared down his legs into hip-high waders.  The sleeveless top showed off well defined, though not large, muscles covered in intricate tattoo work.  The right arm showed a cascading celtic knot work which started extremely dense at the shoulder and seemed to both fade out and space itself out as it wound down passed the elbow and over the forearm to finally disappear just shy  of his wrist. 
“I’ve been gone at least five minutes, Peter, haven’t you gotten a load out of the boy, yet?”
The tattoo on Peter’s left arm showed a writhing elongated gothic dragon with the tail disappearing under the latex at the shoulder and the body stretched down the arm with the mouth ending on the back of the hand.  The Stranger got an excellent view of the life-like detail of the green and gold eyes of the tattoo as Peter shot his left arm up to show his middle finger to the Stranger.  The middle finger held the outstretched tongue of the dragon tattoo.
“Come now, Peter, no need for tha…”  The Stranger ended his quip mid-syllable as Alex made a sudden panting noise and grunted loudly through his gag as his hips bucked.  Peter extended his index finger, still holding his hand up in the air for another few moments before standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I’m sure I could get another two loads out of him if you want, boss, real easy.”
“I’m sure you could, Peter, now off with you.  This boy’s mine.”
Peter wiped his mouth once more with his dragon-inked hand, the eyes of that beast seeming to glisten and wink at the Stranger as Peter slunk away.
The Stranger reached up to the collar still holding Alex to the wall and pinched the latches on either side to release his neck.  Alex practically fell away from the wall into the Stranger’s arms, and the writhing tendrils of the Stranger’s writhing cloak.  Pivoting around Alex, the Stranger placed his own back against the wall and turned Alex around to watch the room.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?  All these people, all drawn to each other, to this place.  How do so many different men from such different backgrounds find an interest in leather, rubber, bondage, or all of them?  You knew, didn’t you, Alex?”
The boy nodded, mesmerized by the feelings of being pressed against this man behind him, the voice whispering in his ear.
“I could tell you were one of us the moment you walked into the bar.  Not just someone looking for a dalliance, but a lifer.  It’s a talent of mine, one I developed a long time ago.  I know.  Like I know you want more of your body covered in the latex.  To just feel it running down your legs, covering you head to toe.”
Enfolded in the Stranger’s cloak, Alex imagined he could feel everything the Stranger said, as he said it.  The tendrils of the cloak lightly lapping against his body felt like hundreds of constant sensual strokes.  Meanwhile, the Stranger held him back against his body with one arm around his chest and the other stroking his head, probing his mouth, wandering about the boy’s body.
“You like that feeling, don’t you, that feeling of rubber streaming around your body, enclosing it.”
Alex weakly tried to say ‘yes’ through his gag, but it only came out as “Yuff” as the Stranger reached down and grasped his cock.
The Stranger smiled as he felt a new erection begin.  “And you like . . . sounding like a dog.”  Throb. 
“The idea of your hands, your paws being on the floor,” Throb. 
“Your hind paws set so you can only scamper around on all fours,” Throb. 
“Only able to bark and wag your tail…”  The Stranger squeezed playfully as Alex’s dick throbbed again.
“Yes, I think you would like that.  Not all the time, but at least some times being that dog.  That’s what you want to have, what you want to give: the unconditional love of a dog for his master.”  The slight nod and the whimper from Alex’s gagged mouth told the Stranger what he already knew.
“You want the tail, don’t you?”  The Stranger had a way of making questions sound like statements.  “More than anything, you want to feel it feel it, like an extension of your body.  You want to be able to wag it and life it up so that your alpha can mount you.”  Alex nodded vigorously at this, imagining the sensation of his wagging tail and the pleasure of being mounted.
“That’s right, you can feel it, can’t you?  You’d make a great lab retriever, a chocolate labrador retriever.  You’ve even got the right muzzle for it, can’t you see?”  Pointing across the room at the mirror behind the bar, the Stranger indicated a pair in the mirror.  One was the Stranger, the other was someone apparently wearing a black rubber hood with ears and a muzzle like a dog, a Labrador retriever like the Stranger had described.  Shaking his head in surprise, Alex saw the dog hood shake his own head.  That was him!
The Stranger whispered in his ear.  “That’s right, my dog boy, that’s you.  Look at your paws, pup.”  With that, the Stranger pulled Alex’s rubber-covered fists out of the folds of the cloak to where he could see them.  Alex would swear he could still feel his hands, his fingers, but all he could see was a large, human sized dog paw.
“Now, now, boy.  I know you dogs like to stand on your hind paws, but wouldn’t it be so much easier on the ground?”  As the Stranger spoke the words, Alex felt it becoming harder and harder to remain standing.  “That’s right, Alex.  I haven’t had a dogboy around the bar in a while.  You’d like to be my pet for a bit, wouldn’t you?”
With that, the Stranger let go of Alex’s arms, which threw Alex off balance and he forward collapsing to the floor.  His fists, his padded forepaws, cushioned the fall.  Looking back to his legs to see what was wrong with them, he barked out loud in surprise, and then barked again in surprise at his own barking.
What Alex couldn’t understand was where his pants had gone.  He had been wearing denim blue jeans and tan work boots and now he was covered below the waist in latex.  His toes were pointed completely down and unable to support any weight when he tried to stand up again.  There was a tingling behind him, and he saw his tail wagging through the Stranger’s cloak.  He barked again at the sight of the tail, and again at the sight of his own dick, enclosed in a thick rubber sheath. 
Alex tried to aggressively jump up at the Stranger, but only managed to plant his forepaws on the Stranger’s chest.  “Oh, so you’re a playful puppy, are you?”  The sudden scratching/rubbing behind his ears unexpectedly led to Alex panting and wiggling his butt back and forth to wag his tail.
He shook his head side to side, trying to clear it and only succeeded in throwing drool to the left and right.  “Down boy, I’ll take you home with me later, but for now, you should go sniff the butts around here and get to know the place better.”
Taking a hold of Alex’s forepaws, he picked them up and deposited them to the side, Alex landing with a *whumpf!* The Stranger patted Alex’s upraised behind and pointed to a small group.  “Go on, boy!”
As Alex hesitantly padded off towards some of the regulars off in another dark corner, the Stranger took in the room.  Alex was easy, and only gave token resistance to his suggestions.  In his heart, Alex knew what he wanted and was ready to accept the Stranger’s suggestions.  He had an open heart and mind.
In his contract with Blackstone, the Stranger had agreed not to engage any prospective subjects himself, so he would need to find a proxy for when Blackstone approved of Jordan.  An attractive man with interests similar to Alex, the Stranger had considered taking Jordan for his own.  However, the Stranger sensed an edge to Jordan, a fire in him that would work to Jordan’s advantage.
Danny interrupted the Stranger’s reverie with one of his clicking signals.  A brief glance towards Danny and then towards the door revealed Danny nodding his head slightly and pointing his thumb towards Blackstone who was exiting the bar.
Show time,” the Stranger thought to himself.  Peering around the bar, the stranger picked out a casual regular to the bar.  The chosen proxy was a weak willed predator traveling with a group of his pedestrian friends.  Fodder for another day.
Sighing and visibly relaxing, the Stranger ran his hands up the back of his smooth bald head and down over his face to his chin.  The way the hood seemed to appear on his head, a chance observer would be hard-pressed to say if the Stranger was pulling the hood over his head from the back or painting it on with the flat of his hands.  The rubber was adhered perfectly to his skin, showing all his features save his mouth, which was oddly smooth.  His eerie eyes showed through openings which seemed to meld with his skin, the only other portals in the hood were holes reaching into his nostrils.  It was alien in appearance, but this strange man radiated comfort and self-assurance.
Standing there in the alcove, he watched the patron until it was time to engage him.  Glenn, he’d heard the man called by his friends.  Glenn was a predator in his own right.  If the Stranger wasn’t going to make use of him this night, he might need to take him out of circulation sooner than later, anyway.  This way, perhaps the Stranger might redeem Glenn before he became a danger, or at least neuter him.
Eye contact made, and as quickly, Glenn was distracted.  Glenn’s seen me.  He wanted to see me.  Good. 
The Stranger signaled to Danny as he made his way to the bathroom.  It was time to prepare for Glenn’s now inevitable trip to the bathroom and the beginning of Glenn’s new life as well.  Between Alex and Glenn, this strange man would have hands full with training.

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