New Developments
Eli perched on the edge of my writing table, a coffee mug in hand. Since Mark’s birthday he’d taken to stopping by in the flat before heading off home.
“Mark’s suggesting you boys should get a better address. Move up in the world socially.” He grinned. “Up and coming author and a professional engineer need an address with a bit more class than this.”
“We’d love that, but this place is special to us.” Grinning, I said, “It’s where we spent our first night together, where Butch and I …” Leaning back in my chair, I smiled. “We’ve a long way to go to be able to put up a deposit on anything like my Dad’s place, but we’re working on it.”
“And it always will be … special for you.” Putting down the coffee mug, he continued, “But you need a proper place to write, and Butch needs a work space if he’s going to keep on with Phoenix Renovations. And both of you need a place you can bring friends and business associates.” His gesture swept the room. “This place looks like what it is — an office area adapted to make a flat and the studio.” He laughed. “Originally it was just somewhere we could do some more, um, ‘creative’ scenes to be photographed.”
“I guessed as much.” Laughing, I added, “So we’re effectively living in a porn set?”
“One way to describe it.” Laughing with me, Eli returned to his original point. “There’s a couple of properties that would suit — three actually. Two flats and a small terrace house in a mews.” He turned as Butch arrived home, planting a kiss on my head. “Just talking to Penn here about getting you two a smarter address.”
“Ha, I knew it! Trying to evict us, Eli?”
Laughing, Eli explained his proposal, and what I’d said about our feelings for it.
Perching on the other side of me and making the table groan, Butch nodded.
“Makes sense, but unless one of us wins the Lotto or the horses … I doubt we could raise a deposit right now, never mind get a mortgage even though we can probably manage the payments. What do you, think love?”
“I like the idea, but we’d struggle with raising the money for the deposit.” I responded, mentally adding up in my mind how much was in my bank account, how much I’d got in savings certificates and knowing it was no where near enough, even if Butch could match it pound for pound.
“Okay, so let’s leave that for the moment. You like the idea of having a nice place, so let’s see what we can find that fits the bill, then we can look at how you achieve it” He watched us. “Does that sound fair enough?”
Taking Butch’s hand, I said, “Sounds good to me, love. We have to start somewhere, and the sooner the better.”
“Good thinking.” Eli stood to leave. “When are you both available to go and view the properties?” He grinned. “If you like them we can work out how to deal with the finances. I’m sure we can find something that works, and fits your, um, special skills.” His suggestive wink made us laugh.
Butch and I went over our finances very thoroughly. Several times. We eventually agreed on a sum we could make as a deposit, and had some idea of the sort of price range we could consider as affordable for us.
“There’s not a hell of a lot of property in this city in that price bracket, love.” Butch put his arm over my shoulder. “Maybe we should tell Eli we need a few more months to save some more.”
“You’re right.” I agreed. “But he’s got some properties lined up, and insists we should look at them.”
“I guess we can look, but …” Butch brightened. “Hey, I’ve just remembered — Kat has a convention lined up and wants us to show off the vac racks. He mentioned it would pay well — and Carlos says there’s another lump of royalties due to us.”
“The vac racks?” I grinned. “Sounds like fun. When’s he want us to do it?”
“I’ll have to get a date from him.” Kissing me, he nipped my ear in his teeth. “All this financial stuff … does things to me …”
I laughed. “Really? We better do something about those things then …” Slipping my arm round his waist. “Does it include needing to take your partner to bed and ravish him?”
His mouth crushed to mine, and I surrendered to his — and my — desires.
The convention was a small one and the section we were appearing in had a definite ‘Star Wars’ theme. The stand Kat had booked was in a basement among others showcasing a range of ‘alien’ outfits. Kat and his partner, Robyn, a willowy artist with a very effeminate mannerisms, had put some thought into ours and we arrived to find it decked out like something Jaba would have felt at home in.
“Yeah, you guys will be opposite each other for the ‘book’ demo and doing solo demos in between. We’ve also got a special rubber on them. Heat sensitive. Your hottest bits will show in a colour change.” Kat told us with a grin. “Mick’s going to be doing the ‘story’ and, of course, Carlos has copies of the book on sale.”
“We’re not going to be in there the whole time are we?” Butch asked.
“No! You’ll be taking turns. One of you in the display unit, and the other assisting any punter that wants to try the spare unit.” Kat ushered us to the space at the back of the stand where we could change out of our loose sweat pants and the tops we wore over our rubber catsuits. We’d learned that wearing a catsuit avoided the pressure pinch marks from being vac racked. “No, you shouldn’t spend more than about twenty minutes in there, half an hour tops.” Leaning against the wall, he watched as we shed the outer clothing. “The plan is you’ll do a demo, let the punters get a few pictures with you doing the Han Solo pose or something like, then we take you out and allow a few punters to try it.”
“Sounds like fun — especially helping some of the punters to do it.” I laughed. “I’m guessing we’ll be doing more than one demo?”
“Of course, Mick hopes to sell a few of these rigs, and Carlos … well, you know what he’s like.” He grinned. “You can expect him to want you to repeat a few of the poses you did for the photo shoot.” Opening a box he produced two moulded face masks. “We want you to try these before we start. “You know how the rubber deforms your face and can deform the breathing tube? We think this will prevent that.” Turning the ‘mask’ so we could see the inside, he indicated the reinforced ducts built into the moulded ‘face’. “These connect to tubes at the back, so whichever way your head is once you’re vacced, you will be able to breathe freely. The actual air supply tube is built into the frame and. The connection is here, at the top pf the mask.” Handing me the mask he held, he added, “Try it on. Try this one, Butch.”
Taking it from him, I studied it. It made me laugh when I realised I’d have the open mouthed expression of protest at being ‘frozen’ in this like Han, although it was different ‘face’ I’d be wearing. Butch’s mask was similarly contorted as if begging for mercy.
“I guess I know what sort of pose we’re going to be in.” Giggling, I fitted the mask to my face. The moulded mouth, meant having my own mouth open so the moulding could seat properly, but the rest fitted perfectly and was held firmly in place by a thin rubber ‘cap that pulled over the scalp and ears to fix it firmly in place.
Breathing was easy, the ducts more than adequate to cope with deep breaths, and the whole thing comfortable even though I could see nothing.
“Okay,” Kat remarked as we took them off. He grinned. “You guys need to show a bit of ‘excitement’ for this. Think you can manage, or want something added to make look like you are?”
“What do you suggest?” Butch asked. We both knew the problem. Without a bit of stimulation, ‘interest’ doesn’t last, and we have, on photo shoots, had to pause in order to work ourselves up again. Obviously that is out of the question if you’re immobile in a vac rack and on public display.
“Got some lozenges here. Got them from a shop in Amsterdam.” Kat grinned. “They dissolve under your tongue and will keep you hard for about an hour. If you use one before getting vacced it’ll keep you up for as long as you need.”
“What is it?” I asked. “I don’t do anything ‘hard’.”
“No, neither do any of us — Eli would have our guts if we did. This stuff’s got a component that causes you to generate the hormones that make us randy. A bit like Viagra, only not as potent.” Kat shrugged. “You won’t need more than one anyway.”
Fitting myself into the rack wearing the mask and with the earplugs in, proved easier than I expected. The ‘lozenge’, which seemed to be mostly sugar, didn’t seem to be doing much, but I was harder than ever as Kat finished connecting the breathing tubes, and tested my ability to breathe. Then the zips were closed, and Carlos ‘posed’ me. As soon as he was satisfied, Mick operated the pump and I felt the rubber tighten, locking me in place.
Locked in my now very restricting latex prison, I could do nothing except stand exactly as Carlos had positioned me as visitors to the stand took the opportunity to examine the system, and, of course, explore the model. Some of them were obviously trying to check if my erection was ‘real’ and then to see if they could make me cum. That I was well able to resist!
It’s easy to do, I just let my mind go for a wander. That usually means I lose ‘interest’ though, unless my partner is keeping my member happy. Kat’s lozenge seemed to counter that and the half hour zipped past almost before I’d got started.
“Well done,” Kat whispered as he helped me out and took the mask and hood off me. “Go and get a drink in the back.”
“Thanks,” A mad impulse made me grip his shoulders and plant a firm kiss on his mouth as the onlookers laughed and applauded. “It gets better every time,” I announced, making a bow to more applause.
Then I took Kat’s instruction and slipped into our ‘back room’ as Butch was ‘sealed’ into the rack. Eli was waiting with a drink.
“Enjoyed that?” Handing me the cup, he grinned. “Certainly looks like it, and the heat sensing latex shows it well.”
“Anyone taken any pics?” Taking a long drink, I nodded at his camera case.
“What do you think?” Opening his laptop, he opened the photo ap. “Take a look.”
The images were sharp, and showed the manner in which I was ‘suspended’ and displayed to perfection. The latex had changed colour in contact with my body which now showed where I was warmest … my erection was on full display.
“I think I’ll be getting done for indecency …” I laughed. Beneath my catsuit my cock was now semi-relaxed, no longer rigid, but still ‘showing’. “Have we sold any? Is Carlos happy with the display and promoting the book …”
“Yes, to both questions,” Eli replied shutting the laptop. “You ready for the ‘scene’ Carlos wants to stage later?”
“Of course.” Picking up a copy of the book Carlos was promoting, I found the scene he wanted us to recreate. “We enjoyed it in the photo shoot …” Hesitating, I asked, “These lozenge things Kat gave us … Um, I seem to be still, um, showing … but not hard …”
“It’s okay, you’ll harden up again when you need to. Those pills increase the blood supply to your … tackle, and you’ll probably be randy as hell tonight.” He chuckled. “We’ll probably have to put you both in chastity belts to protect ourselves …”
He was right about the rest of the show. The scene poses went off perfectly, with Kat, Carlos and Mick acting as our captors and placing us in ‘suspended animation’ in the racks. He was right too about our going from ‘semi-erect’ and showing it, to rigid and obvious whenever we went into the racks. And he wasn’t kidding about how randy we got by the evening. It needed all our control not to fuck each other right on the stand and in public.
Butch closed the door to our hotel room, and leaned against it, a strange expression on his face.
“Are you ..?” He began.
“Yes!” I gasped, tearing off my loose top and pushing my loose sweat suit pants down. “I need … you!”
“Oh fuck,” he gasped shedding his own sweat pants, his rigid member straining the catsuit latex, “I need to …”
Pulling him into my arms, I kissed him, our tongues demanding and probing even as our hands found our crotch zips and released our rampant cocks. Then we were on the bed. There was no discussion. There was no need, wee both knew what we needed, and positioned ourselves to do it. His mouth engulfed my raging erection even as mine found his, then nothing else mattered but to deliver the pent up cum we each held, and to extract the same from each other.
On my back, with my mouth filled by Butch’s beautiful member, his large scrotum and it’s gorgeous contents dangled against my nose. Gently I fondled them, enjoying the wonder of their feel beneath the skin of his generous sack. I knew this was something that sent him crazy with passion, and my reward was everything I expected as he worked his erection in my mouth and gave mine the most exquisite attention at the same time.
His cum, finally, like my own, was a day’s load of pent up lust. We exploded into each other’s mouths whimpering and sucking each other’s organs furiously to not allow a single drop to escape. When his cock softened and he made to withdraw, I gripped his butt cheeks, reaching around his thighs from below, and shifted my focus from his softening member, to his dangling scrotum, and sucked both the delicate orbs into my mouth, holding them gently inside my teeth while my cum slicked tongue gently teased them.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he gasped, his back arching. “Oh fuck, Penn … you really know how to …” He shuddered as my fingers teased his puckered opening. “Stop …” he moaned, “Stop … Penn … I want …”
When I released him, he changed position in one swift movement, rolled on top of me and crushed his mouth to mine.
“Damn,” he panted as the kiss broke. “Let’s get out of these catsuits … I want you to fuck me … really fuck me, my love …”
It took us some time to peel ourselves out of the catsuits, because we couldn’t stop kissing and fondling each other as we worked. By the time we finally dropped the suits to the floor, we were both fully hard again, and lost in our desire for coitus …
Butch got his fuck, and so did I. In fact we slept spooned and exhausted, happily sexually satisfied.
