16. Eli has some fun
The cellar is nothing special, just a space with a couple of sofas, a hotter jug and coffee mugs and a small sink. It was where the guys generally gathered to chat, relax and have coffee or discuss something and, housed the toilet for the shop. About half the floor area of the shop above, it was always comfortably warm. Painted in light pastel colours and always kept spotless, there were several photos of the guys in their favourite rubber outfits on the walls and one of the two of us in our rubber mummy guise. Shelves and a locker unit lined the ‘back’ wall — actually the street side — and were filled with spare stock items.
Wondering why Eli had sent us here, we waited. Butch stripped as ordered, and I could do nothing anyway with my arms secured by the heavy slave belt. When Butch had stripped he put an arm round my waist.
“I hope you’re okay with this, Penn, but after what Eli told us … I thought …”
“Of course I’m okay with it …” Kissing his cheek, I added, “I hope he enjoys us … I — we — owe him …”
“Nonsense.” Eli interrupted closing the door. He took our breath away, wearing only a pair of tight latex boxers, knee high boots, a chest harness and a hangman’s hood. I’ve already said, he was well built, but like this he was beautifully formed. His chest and arms were muscular, and his thighs and legs the same, emphasising the lack of bulk in his crotch.
The muscular arms, chest and legs hid a rather feminine shape to his waist, hips and butt. Only now could we see that his body was actually rather curvaceous, his skin smooth and soft looking. Several angry scars showed on his body as he dumped a second slave belt and two of the new ‘hoods’ on the nearest chair. “Right, some rules. Rule One, you obey instantly. Rule Two, there are no limits and no safe words or refusals. Rule Three, these hoods are head prisons. You’ll have no sight, hearing or speech in them. Do you accept that?”
“Yes, sir.” We chorused.
“Good.” He chuckled and began to fit Butch with the heavy slave belt.”Just so you know, my services were in demand from a lot of very important customers … big names, many of them still around. Men who wanted a bit of BDSM from someone like me, someone somewhere between a man and a woman …” Slapping Butch’s bare butt, he laughed. “You ready to accept whatever I do to you or want from you?”
“Yes, Eli,” We chorused.
“Good.” He picked up the first of the hoods. “On your knees, Penn. Take a good look. Dildo gag in a tube, the pinholes allow some sight, but these triggers drop these blind lenses into place. The ear pieces have small speakers built in and will feed you white noise, cutting out any external sounds. It’s moulded in this hard rubber and has no ‘face’ as such, though the nose piece allows you to breathe through these tubes and the openings at the top of the head. This reinforced collar locks so once it’s on the wearer can’t remove it even if he has the key, because the key hole is where you can’t reach it.” Opening it carefully, he stood in front of me. “Once it’s on, you’re completely at my mercy. Ready?”
“Yes, Eli.” I smiled up at him.
“Open wide, slave, your training is about to start.”
The dildo filled my mouth, and the thing engulfed my head, tightening as he closed the zip, then I felt the collar lock. My ears filled with white noise and now I could only see through a pair of small holes. Through these I watched as Butch submitted to having an identical hood fitted. Then he made us stand facing the shelves. He released three separate locks and swung the locker unit into the room, then, guiding Butch through the doorway this exposed, vanished into the opening.
He returned a few minutes later and moved me through the door as well. Butch was already secured to a reclined board, the slave belt still in place, and his legs spread apart. Guiding me to an adjacent board, Eli turned me, positioned me, and with practiced efficiency had me attached to it almost before I registered what he was doing. Then he touched a stud on the hood encasing my head, the lenses clicked, and I was blind.
It’s a weird feeling being restrained, unable to hear anything, see anything, and smell anything except the overwhelming smell of the rubber.
The touch on the inside of my thigh made me tense up. Not because it was painful or unpleasant, but because it was unexpected. The fingers, wearing a textured glove, were gentle, and the small motions sensuous. They explored my inner thigh, traced the valley where my leg joins my body, trailed across my stomach and then down my left side until the stroking fingers were on the inner surface of that thigh.
It was exciting, sensuous, stimulating and very, very pleasant as it repeated. At no time did those teasing fingers, touch my scrotum, or my rigid erection — and it continued until, if I could, I’d have been pleading for a little attention to my cock. Instead as my moans and writhing were becoming desperate, the stroking stopped. For a few minutes nothing happened, then a tight strap was being fitted to my balls, separating them and pulling them apart so they were now secured one each side of my erection.
Now my nipples were getting the attention of those gentle, stroking, teasing fingers … I’d never really appreciated just how erotic having my nipples teased could be. Now I was discovering that mine were almost hot wired to my crotch! No sooner had I reached the begging stage in my grunting and moaning, than it stopped. Now that teasing set of fingers found a new place …
The gentle stroking began between my legs, focussed on the area between my scrotum — the strap securing my balls so firmly kept them out of the way — and my opening. Once again, it was exquisite torture. I couldn’t escape. I liked the sensations. I didn’t want it to stop, but it was driving me mad …
Then the fingers were tracing their teasing path from thigh to thigh again until I was whimpering in my isolated ‘prison’, trapped with only the touch of those teasing fingers my contact with anything outside of myself.
Eli seemed to know exactly when to change what he was doing and prevent my reaching a climax, and he kept this up for what seemed hours. Then he changed the routine. I felt adhesive pads attached to the inside of my thighs, and then the attachment of the two electrodes, one at the base of my cock shaft, the other just below the flared rim of my glans …
The electro, when it started, made me gasp. My legs twitched as the current caused a spasm in my thighs, then my cock got a sharp zap … and as I was trying to cope with this, he began to tease my nipples with some sort of vibrating ‘wand …
Once again, it was exquisite torture. Intense, inescapable, persistent … and continuous. My tortured cock was limp, then hard, straining for release one minute, and shrivelling the next. When it stopped, and the electrodes were removed, the fingers were busy, now gently massaging my poor member, gently teasing it back to full erection, until just as I thought nothing more could happen, Eli began to use his lips …
My cum erupted into his expert mouth, the intensity of my ejaculation leaving me breathless and sweating. For a long while I lay there, exhausted, isolated, waiting and wondering what was coming, my balls still held divided either side of my now limp dick.
My restraints were released, and I was helped to stand, then my view restored as the hood was removed.
Eli grinned. “Enjoy that?” He asked.
“It was … fantastic, Eli.” I wanted to hug him, but with my arms still in the slave belt, I couldn’t. “Eli … May I … I’d like to give you … Um, would you like to allow me to suck ..?”
For a moment he stood still. Behind him Butch was still restrained, the hood locked on his head. Then his arms went round me and our mouths met in a very tender kiss.
“Penn, I’d love that, but it isn’t like sucking a man’s … I cum … messily.” He paused. “It can be awkward …”
“Eli, I don’t care.” Kissing him, I said, “Let me do this for you, and then strap me on the bench over there for Butch to fuck me while I lick you clean.”
It didn’t take a lot of persuasion. Eli removed his shorts, positioned himself on a gynae chair and I knelt between his raised legs. His crotch was very different, his scrotum resemble a pair of thick heavy ‘lips’ framing a small ‘nub’ — his glans shrouded by his very loose foreskin. I soon found the way to use my tongue to penetrate and roll back the folds of skin and set to work to give him what I hoped was a good cum. It took a while, but eventually I was rewarded with his thrusting his organ against my mouth and a flood of cum, most of it going over my face …
His hands gripped my head as he rubbed my mouth and chin against his still ejaculating organ. Then, without another word he had the hood over my face and my head. Standing, he lead me to the bench, positioned me and strapped me down.
I sensed Butch being positioned behind me, and moaned as his cock entered me, then I felt him stiffen as he was thrust against me … and then I got the fucking of my life. Butch, evidently controlled by Eli, had a slower, more measured, rhythm to his thrusts, going deep, pausing, then slowly easing back before again sinking deep. It took some time before Butch finally shot his load. I sensed Eli withdraw, leaving us joined.
For a while we remained like this, though Butch’s now softening member slowly slipped out of me. Butch was released and removed, and then it was my turn, and I stood, while the hood was removed.
“Satisfied?” Eli stood back, a crooked smile on his face as we stood before him, our balls still firmly secured in the tight ‘separator’ straps. My butt was full of Butch’s cum and my face smeared with Eli’s.
“That was fantastic, Eli.” Butch glanced at me and I nodded. “Thanks for making this a special celebration …”
“Anytime you want us, Eli …” I walked forward and threw my arms around him. “Any time at all. You’re one fantastic Master!” Butch joined the hug and we chorused, “Master.”
“Get out of here, you clowns.” Putting his arms round our shoulders, he kissed us both, a slight catch in his voice as he said, “Thank you, boys. For a real treat.”
