10. The Future Beckons
I needn’t have worried, the dinner went off well once I’d got over my feeling of having got Butch into an awkward situation with his father. We soon relaxed though and I was invited to address Mr Hill by his first name, Dev, short for Devereux as he joked and remarked that we seemed to have very special service to our table. Butch and I exchanged glances, guessing Eli might have put out a ‘word’ again.
Our parents toasted out graduation and asked about our job hunting. Both of us had a long list of applications and interviews which seemed to have produced very little. It was late by the time we parted, Dad to his hotel and Butch and I to our flat — in our now familiar taxi and driver.
Closing the front door behind me, I leaned against it.
“Congratulations, my love. Finally I can say it face to face.” Straightening, I walked to where he’d deposited his jacket and a gift his parents had given him. Hugging him I kissed him, saying, “I had the most unbelievable view of the whole thing. Who knew Eli had the contacts to pull off getting into the cathedral and get Mick and the rest into the whole thing as vergers? Did you know he loves classical music — and goes to concerts in the cathedral?”
“I’m surprised they weren’t there among the profs and lecturers!” We both laughed and Butch added, “I wouldn’t put it past them!” His face showed surprise as he registered what I’d said. “Eli likes classical music? He goes to concerts in …? Well I’m damned. The man’s full of surprises.”
Slowly undressing each other, we kissed and caressed our way to the bedroom, then cuddled into each other too tired to really make love sexually. Instead we simply held each other and said whatever floated across our minds, as sleep began to claim us. Just as I was on the brink of sleep, I managed, “Your Dad seems to have accepted us?”
“I told you. He just needed time …”
“No, Eli told you, Goof …”
“You’re right, and I told … We’ll have to be up early … they’re coming round to see us in the morning. Dad has to get back to Bryn Magna.”
“Hmm … you’ll have to give me a dose of your special medicine …”
Kissing each other gently, we curled up, and sleep claimed us. And we dosed each other when we awoke …
My father arrived shortly after Butch’s parents to take his leave of us, heading home to finalise selling up, and intending to return to Fenchester, his childhood home. Closing the door as we returned after seeing my father off, Butch asked the question in both our minds.
“What now, love?” Gathering the tea cups and coffee mugs, he carried them to the kitchen. “I’ve still got not even a nibble for a job — not even from the company I did an internship with last summer. How about you?”
“Same. Worse. Nearly all the major publishers, or magazine publishers are not in Fenchester. The locals include the university, Vulcan Publishing run by Angelo and Carlos, the local weekly, the Fenchester Times, and that’s it.” Putting my arms round him, I held him close. “I might have to move …”
At least, thanks to our modelling for Vulcan Supplies, my ‘column’ for ‘The Vulcan’ magazine, our cleaning, Butch’s pool jobs and not having to find rent for our flat, we’d built a sort of financial cushion. We had quite a useful ‘nest egg’ sitting in the bank — enough to keep us going for a few months, or the basis for a deposit when we could afford to buy our own place. With care I could keep going now for about six months, and Butch a little less. Now he looked at me as he realised what my leaving meant.
“If you do, then so will I,” he said, taking both my hands in his.
Our discussion stopped when there was a knock on the ‘studio’ door. This is actually two doors, back to back, the one on the studio side being a hefty fire door normally kept shut, and usually only open if we were modelling for Eli.
“Just when you thought it was all over.” Eli grinned as he entered, followed by Kat and Mick. “We’ve organised a little celebration now you boys don’t have to be on best behaviour.” Pausing as his companions laid down the rubber gear they were carrying, he nodded. “So we thought a nice little Bondage Party to launch you into your careers, and officially make you members of the Bogtown Rats. The boys have built you these bondage suits to wear to your Party.”
“Bondage suits?” I blurted. “For a party?” I began to laugh. “Well why not? Thanks, Eli, you never fail to surprise us.” Looking at Butch, I said, “What do you think, love? Do we submit to wearing these suits, and enjoy whatever they have in mind? Or do we run like hell and try to escape?” Looking at Eli, I laughed. “Somehow I don’t think we’d get far …”
“Why’d you want to run?” Eli retorted. “You’d miss out on the Party we’ve planned for you and maybe something better.” Cocking his head to one side, he studied us. “Of course, if that’s what you want … we won’t stand in the way …”
“Of course it’s not what we want, Eli.” Moving quickly, I put my arms round him, and hugged him. “I owe you everything — including showing me how to enjoy being Gay and a rubber fetishist.” Daringly, I kissed his smooth cheek. “I’ll never be able to repay all the kindness you’ve shown us.”
Butch joined me in hugging him and he responded, repeating my feelings.
“Lads, I’ve told you, you owes us nuffing,” we realised that his Bogtown accent getting more pronounced meant he was touched. His arms round us tightened, and it was like being hugged by a bear, but somehow a very cuddly one. “Got any jobs lined up yet?”
“Nothing,” we chorused.
“Right, well tonight we party, and tomorrow you can both start working for us until we find you something better. Pay won’t be great, but you’ll still have this place to live.” Releasing us, he chuckled. “Kat an’ Mick will be here at six to dress you for your party. Be ready.”
As the door shut behind them, I hugged Butch. “I think tonight will be a heavy session.”
“Too right.” Butch kissed me. “But you know what? I think it’s just what we need …” He examined one of the suits and laughed. “And I’m up for whatever they want to do with me at least …”
“Me too …” I laughed. “And eighteen months ago, I’d have shat myself at the suggestion …” I paused as I realised something. “You know … I think Eli’s been testing us. Pushing our boundaries, and I think we’ve passed his tests.” For a moment we faced each other, then I began to unbutton his shirt. “Our bout this morning was a little rushed … Fancy a rematch before …?”
“Sounds like a good proposition to me …” My shirt joined his as I undid his belt and opened his fly, then I was on my knees with his lovely erection in my mouth.
We were naked and ready when Mick and Kat arrived to dress us. It was the first time we’d seen Kat in a skintight outfit like this, and he was a bit of a stunner, his nipples really prominent, but his crotch not obviously so.
“Oh wow,” Butch exclaimed, his member stiffening as he took in their skintight rubber suits, the knee high laced Docs, the chest harnesses, and the hangman style hoods.
“Still want to go ahead?” Mick laughed at our expressions. “We don’t take just anyone into our Club. It’s invitation only, and this is the induction for chosen members.” Pausing, he watched us. “If you decide no, Kat an’ me will go back out, you two can get dressed anyway you like, and the party will go ahead, but without the rubber, and without any obligation …”
Moving to stand beside Butch I took his hand and we exchanged looks. Then we both nodded.
“We’re in.” Kissing we chorussed, “Rubber us up, please.”
These bondage suits were something else. The rubber was thicker and heavier than anything I’d encountered. Like all the suits Vulcan made, it was very elastic, surprising because of the thickness. It had attached cuffs, anchor points, zips in strategic places, an open crotch and an opening at the butt. The attached hood zipped up the back and had attachment points for a gag and a blindfold. The sliders for the rear zips met at my neck and a small padlock secured them and that, in turn was covered by the heavy collar. With our feet fitted into moulded ankle boots, with moulded soles in the form of an animal’s pads we were in rubber from head to foot. Three sets of cuffs on the sleeves provided the means to immobilise my arms and the sleeves ended in closed globe mitts …
“Does everyone you guys help have to go through this?” I asked as Kat worked. “Is this some kind of payback for Eli?”
“Pay back?” Kat began to fit electro torture band to my cock and my scrotum. He chuckled, glancing to where Mick was fitting a steel chastity belt to Butch. “Nah. Just a bit of crazy fun. Tonight you’ll be dependant on all of us for everything, from food, drink … right down to using the toilet.” He began to fit the heavy chastity device. “This is a deluxe job — a Carrera. Comfortable?”
“More or less,” I moved a little, my cock trying to fight its way upright not helping. “It’s fucking restrictive …”
“That’s the idea.” Looking up at me he grinned. “Now the tough bit. Ever been plugged?”
“Plugged? You mean …?” I winced as he pushed a thing that felt like a goose egg into my opening. “Ow .. Oh. Oh fuck …”
“There,” he said, standing up. “Want a last kiss with lover boy before I secure your arms and fit your gag and blindfold?” He grinned. “Last chance now until much, much later.”
Looking across to where Butch stood, like myself encased in the heavy rubber bondage suit, the stainless steel chastity shield covering his ‘jewels’ as mine were, I smiled at him and nodded. “Last kiss, my love?”
“Yes, please,” Butch laughed. “We’re not going to be allowed much more for a while!Awkwardly because of the restrictions imposed by the suits, we managed a kiss. “Bloody hell, this is really hot, love, but this chastity thing is murder on my … and this plug …”
“I know. But think of what it’ll be like when we’re released again …”
“Time’s up!” Mick declared. “Time for the gags and the blindfolds. The Welcome Committee is waiting, and keeping the Bossman waiting earns punishments …”
We both made to ask what the punishment might be, but both Kat and Mick were ready. The gags were in before we’d got the chance to ask … And then the blindfolds were secured over our eyes.
“And now my fine pair of Subbies, prepare to accept your fates and join the most exclusive Club in Fenchester — or the country.” Mick laughed and Kat joined him, then we heard the doors opening and let them guide us carefully into the Studio.
