I like to toy with writing. This is a story I wrote about a year ago, though never really finished. I went through, gave it another edit, and now I’m going to share it with all ya’ll.
You just can’t totally fathom the situation I was in by way of the imagination really. No one can until they’ve truly experienced it. I woke up, there, on the bed, much different than when I had fallen under the drug. My wrists were bound by leather bands; my ankles were confined analogously. The firmness of it all was dulled by a second-skin: a tight, confining, latex prison-for-one.
Nothing but my snout, horns, and little, fluffy tail escaped it. My mouth was stuffed with some object. I couldn’t tell you what it looked like, because I never knew, the tight hood over my head never revealing my surroundings. I could only assume it was a ball-gag of some color. Well-made, you know. Not that novelty crap that tastes rancid in your mouth because of the shoddy chemicals… lord I’ll never get roped into buying one of those again. I suppose that was my fault, but, of course, my rookie status was changing then, as I lay there, bound.
I felt something in me too, stretching my asshole wide. It had taken me a bit to notice it as I came too, but hell… I noticed it eventually. I knew it was some sort of toy. As I wiggled I felt my bonds tighten and hold me. I felt the choke of a collar around my neck, the binding embrace of a harness about my chest and waist, the firm strap of that very harness asserting itself as the toy only drove into me when I moved the very little I could.
I remember a whine escaping my mouth just then, in the darkness of my prison. I remember a gasp as the toy had driven into me. What I wont forget is that voice, of the man who had taken me here.
The night previous I had been at Darkwave, a BDSM club in the red-light district. There are a few joints, but Darkwave is a bit higher class. People with money go there. I might not be the most successful suit, but I figured I would give it a shot. I just went in my town-clothes. Fancy, but simple. It was easily enough to get me into Darkwave. They get a number of businessmen there anyway on most nights, and I figured my trip there would yield at least a new prospect in investment, if not something more.
I walked inside to the assault of thrumming bass-lines and driving synths. I guess it was some sort of fairly new-age music, but I wasn’t one to turn down good music like that, despite what someone might think of a 35 year old goat. I guess people just expected me to be more serious, and less into the seedier side of culture. At least people here appreciated what I did. Rubber, leather, sex, discipline, torture… nothing horrific of course, but who didn’t like a little sadism mixed into their life now and again, even if it meant they would be the victim of it? I know I wasn’t one to turn down my voyeuristic tendencies, especially not tonight.
I remember sitting down at a small booth that could fit three people at best. It had a nice onyx leather seat and a simple, smooth, crimson table. Well, I suppose the table could have been white for all I know. The light above was just as vibrant as the table, and it had a rather ruby hue about it, like so much in this part of town.
I was alone for a bit there, maybe an hour or so. A few yellowbirds, a gin and tonic, and a sticky wet-spot in my trousers turned into welcome company as the night dragged on. A few men were on stage, full rubber, pulling off some elaborate bondage routine. It was quite the thing to behold. It was around when they’d finished up that a cormorant slipped into the booth next to me.
“What a night, eh?” He said to me, nodding to the stage. “Fuckin hot shit, right?”
“Uh… yeah. I enjoyed it.” I responded, nodding a bit, obviously wary of this new guy. People here were still pretty professional though. They didn’t just let anyone into this place.
“Mm, good ta’ hear it. Say…” the guy continued, slapping a business card down on the table and sliding towards me, “ John Brockman, good to meet ya finally, Ben Lorrens.”
I had picked up the card before he said my name. I’d been studying the simple white print-on black style. Very simple. Just read ‘John Brockman, Enternity investments, 206.159.5509.’ on the front. I looked up to him with a cocked brow. Given, I was drunk at this point. My expression was exaggerated, and I felt suddenly stupid in front of this man.
“Mr. Brockman, sir… I didn’t know you–”
“Came to Darkwave? All the time, Mr. Lorrens.” He interrupted, “And just call me John. No need for the Mr. or Sirs… unless you are here for THAT sort of thing, haha!”
I hoped, in a sense that he was joking, though, looking him over, I would probably not have minded taking him up on an offer to drunkenly venture to a private room right then and there.
“Uh… yeah. John… um, What’s the meaning of this pleasure?” I said rather ineloquently.
“You mean, why am I here?”
“Yeah, yeah.” I thought to stick with simple words at that point… the more tutored me was gone.
“Well, I had a few propositions to offer you. Now, I know you frequent the Darkwave forums… and I also know you have applied for a job at my company.”
“Uh, yep. Both true… I never heard back from E.I. though, not that I expected to.” He knew a lot about me. This had astonished me that night, and I was finding his presence ever-alluring.
“Well, you see Ben. You have an amazing talent. I have seen your work. I have had people watching you. I have been meaning to contact you, but I wanted to do it sort of… out of sight. I finally found you, of course, and I want to hire you on.”
“Oh, well… I’d be honored John.”
“Good to hear it boyo! Now… I have another proposition for you. I know Darkwave.”
I remember perking up even more when I heard this. No one… and I mean no one has ever seen or talked to Darkwave. Few have, of course, but he has his stigma. Obviously John knew him, somehow.
“You? Really!” I responded, smiling, and shaking my head, “No Way, no one does. I mean…”
“Well, Ben, I do… and you see, I believe you will like my second proposition… Darkwave wants you.”
“Wha… what?” I didn’t believe him. How could I? Darkwave is who he is. Anonymous, powerful, and mysterious.
“He does Ben. He’s a very good friend of mine. I’ve known him for decades, and he has his eyes set on you. We’ve seen your posts on the forums… we know what you like, what you imagine, what you desire…”
“You are shitting me…” I thought he was pulling my leg, I really did. I didn’t want to get played like a fool.
“I’m not” John said, staring at me. Dead-serious eyes. It had been almost frightening at the time. “Listen, take these directions. Follow them. All of them. You will have what you desire, and the man who desires you will have what he wants.”
“I…” I was lost for words as John slipped me the paper with the instructions. Darkwave wanted me… and really… I wanted the unknown. Call me weird, but the thought of this utterly unknown man giving me my deepest desires was beyond comprehension. Honestly, it was just about beyond even mine.
My heart was pushing redline there at that table. It was nearly ready to claw its way out of my ribcage and just explode in my face. I had waited for decades for something like this. Some stroke of luck, and here I was, business-casual, precum staining my pants at Darkwave, being told by my now future boss that I, Ben Lorrens, was the desired object of a shadowy, influential man I had never met.
Of course, there were rumors about Darkwave. There were stories about his sexual prowess, and his values… His club was clean, if that said anything about him. No matter how raunchy the club’s entertainment endeavors got, the performers practiced safe sex; Clean sex. It was something that set Darkwave apart from other places. It was the reason I came so often to the club… If the club was like the man, I wasn’t afraid. Darkwave was the object of my daydreams and fantasies, and apparently, I was an object of his desire.
“Can I count on you, Ben?”
I snapped out of my near dreamlike state, “Yeah, of course. I accept the offer.” I said… though I really didn’t know what they wanted of me. The booze wasn’t helping, obviously.
“Haha, alright. You have made Sire Darkwave very happy.”
Sire? Really, John called him that? It was interesting. John was no small man himself. He was the owner and founder of his firm, which was the best. No one argued that. He also said he and Darkwave had been friends, right? I was too drunk to remember or care. This was like winning the lottery, just… the checks hadn’t come in the mail yet.
John got up and walked away then, disappearing into the dark of the club. A new show had started, something with girls. I wasn’t too much into that, and now, looking at the sheet of paper I had been handed, I shook in my seat. I knew it was crazy, maybe even stupid, to pursue this… but that night, then and there, I wanted it. I was going to get it.
‘Walk to Cheshire Blvd. And 6th Ave. Tomorrow Afternoon at 3:23. Stand to the left of the postal service mailbox. Dress simply.’
I ambled to the crossing of 6th and Cheshire. Here, 6th Ave was barely an alley, and Cheshire ran above it, along a metal bridge. The night before was still weighing on my mind then. I was still wondering if I should even go through with this. I was so rife with anticipation that I was shaking from time to time, and I felt sick to my stomach. My heart hadn’t stopped pounding… thank god for booze, else I might not have slept at all.
I rested my arm on the mailbox, standing to the left of it. I looked at my watch: ’3:20′ it read. I had 3 minutes, unless my clock was off. The sun was out, at least. I enjoyed that. I basked in it lightly, standing there in a t-shirt and jeans. I hadn’t even bothered with underwear. I liked going commando, it was something I did often on my off-days anyway.
Then, after what must have been the three minutes, I felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of my neck. It was like someone had hit me with a weak paintball. I reached back with enough time to feel a metal object with a puff of feathers on its end. I collapsed, slumping against the mailbox. My world weaved back and forth, sounds becoming distant. I remember feeling bliss, and fear. I also remember seeing this black van pull up before everything went dark. I thought I had asked for help, but… I don’t remember. My world just went blank.
… And then I woke up.
I flexed in my bonds there on the bed, tied down, unable to move. I let out another whine as I sensed the presence of another there beside me.
“Ahhh… Ben… You look so good on my bed, lovely thing.” The voice came. I could hear it, even through the hood over my head. It was dark, and penetrating. The speech filled my mind and wrapped about it, reverberating through it as if it was an all-pervasive force, like the very energy of the universe. All I could do was to moan pathetically in response.
I felt the bed shift, the springs creaking under new weight. I felt the weight of something on my chest. It took me a while to realize that it was a hand. That hand caressed me; that hand soothed my worry.
“You are the most lovely man I’ve ever had here, you know.” The voice said. I swear I could feel it rumbling through the hand that touched me, flowing into me, consuming me. “Never have I wanted someone like I have wanted you… I know you’ve never seen me, but… I have watched you every night since you first came to my club.”
It was Darkwave. I knew it. In retrospect, it could have been anyone, but I knew right there that it was him. There was some silence as I felt him rub down, caressing past my cock lightly with his hand. It was heavy, firm, strong, yet caring; loving. I grew quickly at that touch, finishing off a half-flaccid rise that had started since that first tug on my bonds. Another hand moved over my chest as the one on my member worked its rigid length softly from base to tip. I could tell that this suit covered my cock too at that point. I felt the tight hold of rubber about my meat, the embrace about my sack. I gasped at it, unable to stop the pleasure of the entire experience from flooding into my mind.
“You are mine, Benny boy.” He said, the hand on my cock suddenly griping hard. I let out a muffled yelp, moaning with my remaining breath as my body shook. “You want to be mine, Benny boy?” I responded with an emphatic set of nods, unable to stop myself from agreeing; It was my deepest fantasy.
The hands left me for some time as feet plodded about. I felt my legs move. The straps around my ankles were pulled simultaneously. They must have been attached to a spreader bar. That’s all I could have assumed, the way it felt. My legs were held high, tied somehow probably, though I couldn’t tell what to. My rump was left exposed.
I felt the bed shake again, new weight, someone, Darkwave, or so I assumed, undid the bit of the harness holding my anal toy in. The toy was slipped out of me, though I felt a barrier still inside of me… some sort of anal condom. It was arousing, to say the least. I’d been turned into a veritable rubber fucktoy for the mysterious man I had always wanted this intimacy with. What wasn’t to love?
A finger entered my hole, curling up against the wall inside, stroking my prostate. My cock jumped in its rubber sheath as the digit massaged within me.
“You’re just so perfect my boy.” The voice came again. “I want you, but do you really want me?”
All I could do was to nod vigorously. I shook the bed with my eagerness, as I recall anyhow.
Another finger slipped in, and another, three, thick, powerful fingers working within me, wiggling, rubbing, and slipping in and out of the rubber sheath that filled my ass. I could feel them dancing in there. The man had magical fingers. I was driven to a height of ecstasy I never thought I could attain by someone’s hand.
Muffled moans and bleats escaped my gagged maw. Drool ran down over my hood past the gag, and my muscles fought against the bonds and tight confines of the latex suit that covered me. I arched my back, gasping raggedly as he slipped one more finger into my ass. I tensed and whined as I was stretched further than I ever had been.
The fingers worked me slowly for a while. I lost track of how long it was, but every moment felt like an hour, every minute, a day. I could hear Darkwave breathing heavily as well. I could smell his arousal over all the scents of rubber and lube. It was a thick smell. It seemed to fit him; it was rich and alluring.
My breaths came quicker as I was worked, the fingers slipping slowly out of me and wrapping about my cock as I felt the first hints of a body press against my legs. Thick arms wrapped past my knees, I felt the weight of his hands press the bed down beside me. I felt a strong, muscled chest and a firm belly rest against my thighs for a moment.
“And now, my sweet pet…” He said. I could only breathe; I could only moan lightly in anticipation. “I am going to make you mine.”
The idea was… overwhelming. It was so much so fast, but I wanted it. I needed it so badly I would do anything for it.
I felt the head of his thick, throbbing member at my entrance. I felt his breath wash over my snout. I sensed every little fluctuation of his body as he slid his cock deep within me, and his lips came down on my maw, giving me a kiss, maneuvering to my pried-open and drooling mouth with expert precision.
I felt his hips come flush with mine. I felt his long, thick dick filling my hole. I let out a high-pitched moan as he hilted with me. I felt my cock leak precum into my rubber suit’s cock-sheath. I felt the pre sliding around my cock in its own tight prison.
“Oh… Ben.. you are such a beautiful man.” Darkwave said, rubbing his hand along the side of my hood lightly. “Inside and out.”
Then the first thrust came. It was soft, soothing, and powerful. I arched my back once again and moaned loudly, shaking in my bonds as Darkwave began to pump within me. He worked each thrust differently, each one working me fully, each one hitting a wonderful new spot within me. I felt my pre flowing down around my groin within the suit as my cock throbbed and jumped.
The thrusts grew in frequency. I felt myself pushed around against my cuffs and harness by the powerful male. I let out cries of pleasure around my gag as I was drilled. I could hear Darkwave’s moans and hoarse breathing as he pounded me, and I felt that hot breath caressing my face. His exhalations, his scent, and his power were all intoxicating.
I was fit to explode. My body was tingling, my senses all pushed to the edge of nirvana. Darkwave only fucked me harder, and I only pulled and writhed more. The rush was absolutely unreal.
Then it came. A loud, deep moan escaped Darkwave as he hammered home within me. I felt his cock flare and jump inside of me. I knew he was cumming, filling the rubber condom within me. I felt its warmth spread around there. I shook myself, the final moments for me, sloshing about in my own pre and sweat.
The orgasm gripped my mind and body in one, powerful shot. I felt it explode out from my groin, nerves firing all over like chain-lighting through a cloud. I was on fire with passion, ablaze with lust. The immense pleasure just erupted, spreading concentrated bliss through my form as I shot rope after sticky rope of hot seed inside my cock-sheath. I felt it flow around my meat and into my suit as well as I convulsed, a loud cry of intense ululation forced itself around my gag.
It was one beautiful, suspended moment. I was overflowing with joy and sensation. I felt like that single tick of the clock lasted forever as I was tied, shaking, filled, cum leaking out of my rubbered ass, a mess in the suit with me as well. I could only moan and pant through my nose, falling limp in the bondage that held me.
I had never been happier.
I woke up in my bed the next morning. For a moment, I thought it had all been a dream, but as I sat up, realizing how sore I was, I saw something I normally didn’t see in my room. There, on the back of my bedroom door was a latex suit. I smiled a little, noticing a note hanging from the hangar that held the suit. I rolled out of bed, adjusting myself a bit as I plodded over to the rubber that had held me. I grabbed the note, and in the early morning light, through fuzzy eyes, I read:
“My Dearest Ben,
Last night was just the beginning. You were a wonderful partner, and you looked stunning on my bed. I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed, but you proved yourself to be far more than I had ever expected. I want to see you, Ben. Call me at the club, just give them your name. I won’t push anything on you. I need you to understand that. Everything you do to come to me is of your own will, your own choice. If you don’t want to pursue this, then I won’t hold it against you. You are a lovely man, and as everyone says, and I fully believe, you are just as beautiful inside as you are on the outside, and I’m not just talking about your ass, hot stuff. I hope you come to see me again.