2. A New Session
Butch slid into the seat next to mine as I sat in the cafeteria with my meal and a stack of study notes. This being my final year there was a lot of work to get through and assignments to write — and I was struggling. My course is English Literature, which sounds easy, but there’s a huge reading list and a lot of writing required. When I wasn’t in class or the library trying to get my assignments done and my dissertation outlined, I was cleaning offices or washing cars. There simply wasn’t time for anything else.
The fact was that just having a few minutes with Butch made my day and I loved it when he joined me like this for lunch or a coffee break. We’d both been busy in the month since our rubber weekend, and money was really tight — the carwash hadn’t called to give me another slot — zero-hours contract! Under less pressure than I was to earn, Butch cleaned a couple of swimming pools at the swanky end of the city, but, like me, always found any extra cash useful. These lunches together in the cafeteria kept me going, though frustratingly there was nowhere we could share a little intimacy. The best we could manage was the occasional stolen kiss and grope in the library …
The best moments were the modelling ‘sessions’ we did, always on a Saturday night, for Eli. I’d discovered the thrill of being vac-packed in a vac rack and a ‘cube’, and we’d modelled a few other items like a bondage throne that resembled the electric chair, and a strait jacket. The money certainly made a difference, and so did having the use of the ‘flat’ adjoining the studio afterward. We were still being very careful about showing affection I public, confining ourselves to ‘accidental’ touches, and playful punches. We both knew we wanted something more, but I lived in a single small room in a rundown student YMCA hostel, and Butch in a shared flat.
“Want to do another session? Eli wants another special photo shoot.” His hand briefly touched my thigh below the table. “He says he’s got something intense in mind — if you’re up for it.” Pushing an envelop onto my tray, he continued, “He’s written a note setting it out for you. Have a think …”
“With you? Is the Pope a Catholic?” I laughed. “Let me guess …” I opened the note. “He wants us to do something even wilder than the first time?” Reading the note quickly, I felt myself colour. It was a wild, wild, request. Would I be prepared to submit to being turned into a double rubber mummy with Butch by a Rubber Master? There was also some modelling to do have a new line of body harnesses. The payment would be five hundred each … “Oh wow.” Stuffing the note back in the envelop, I pocketed it. “What do you think? Would you …”
“Like to do it with you? In a heartbeat — but only with you.” He paused. “I asked. We’ll be wrapped in rubber bandages individually, then fastened together, face to face …”
“Then tell him I said yes.” I hesitated. “When? I’m free Saturday.”
“Good, I’ll tell him. Oh, by the way, he suggests we both get haircuts. Brush cuts.” He grinned, attacking his meal. “Apparently it makes for a better fit when wearing a hood …”
The short haircut caused some comment among my classmates, but I brushed it off, saying I felt like a change of style, and reported to ‘Vulcan’s Supplies’ on Saturday a few minutes before closing. Funny enough, it did feel good to not have my usual unruly mop to try and control. Butch arrived just as Eli opened the door for me and smiled at the sight of our close cropped heads.
“Well done, you’re both here early.” He smiled. “Head on up, and I’ll close up the shop. Den’s already up there. He’s going to be the ‘Master’ wrapping you.”
The studio had been transformed, the backdrop now a display of Egyptian Temple paintings and hieroglyphs — except all the figures were male and naked. Rolls of latex ‘bandage’, of a range of widths, stood ready to be applied, and the man who would be applying them turned as we entered. His skintight rubber suit gleamed on his muscular body as he moved to greet us. My eye was drawn to his crotch, his hefty cock sheathed in latex and his balls contained in a rubber bulb.
“Great, you’re here. I’m Dennis, or just Den. Eli says you two are real players — that’s great. For this play, we’re in a pyramid. The Pharaoh is being buried, but his two slave lovers — you two — are going with him into the afterlife.” He grinned. “I’m supposed to be Anubis, god of the dead, and I’m going to turn you into mummies to go with your ‘master’ and resurrect you in the future when the tomb is opened … that’s supposed to be the curse.”
“Sounds crazy,” Butch replied, starting to strip. “Eli said we’re going to be mummified individually and then bound together?”
“That’s the plan.” Den eyed us as we folded our clothes and put them aside before turning to face him, both now butt naked and ‘excited’. “Have either of you ever been ‘mummified’?”
We both shook our heads.
“Okay, well, it’s pretty intense.” He moved closer, indicating the rolls of ‘bandage’. “This takes quite a while to do, especially two together, so go and make use of the toilet. I suggest you use the mini enemas as well. I’ll partially wrap one of you, then we’ll photograph the other being fully wrapped and then the finish off your companion.” He grinned. “You can decide who is who. Once I turn you into the double mummy you’re going to be pretty intimate but totally immobile.”
In the bathroom, Butch turned to me and asked, “Sure you’re okay with this? Sounds a bit scary to me.”
“I think we can trust Eli, and if he trusts Den …” Inserting the enema tube into my butt I squeezed the bulb. “Stand back … This stuff works fast!” I just made it onto the seat. My butt exploded and I felt as if I’d been drained! “Damn. That was an incredible flush …”
“Better take a good wash.” He grinned as I flushed the evidence and he prepared to insert the second ‘mini’ enema.
I stepped into the shower just as he underwent the same purging as myself, and washed myself thoroughly aware my cock was now semi-hard. Butch took my place in the shower — the last time we’d used it we’d showered together and enjoyed making out under the running water.
Back in the studio, Eli, now also in rubber, had joined Den, and had set up the cameras and lights he wanted to use. Now I took a good look at the backdrop and realised that the two central figures in the mural were depicted as lovers.
“Okay?” Den smiled. “Who is going first?”
“I will,” I volunteered. “Butch can watch what happens to me …”
“Fine.” Den passed me a latex hood and face mask. “Put that on and then you can stand here.”
The hood fitted tightly, and now I wore the painted face of an ancient Egyptian.
It was like having a suit ‘built’ onto me. He started at my feet, wrapped them, then wound more bandage up my legs to my groin, then wrapped my hands and my arms, the wrappings crossing over my shoulders and across my back. My genitals were next, my balls encased in a hard bulb — to prevent crushing — and then using two rolls of thin narrow strips, he wrapped my penis and my scrotum so that my cock now stood straight out from my body. More bandage wound up from halfway up my thighs, carefully divided my butt, and then was laid in a sort of V pattern as far as my ribcage.
“How’s it feel?”
“Good so far, but don’t ask me to walk anywhere fast …” Laughing, I turned to Butch, noticing that he now wore a rubber hood and face mask identical to mine. “How do I look?”
“Fucking sexy!” Butch laughed. To Den he asked, “Can I get a kiss from him before you do me?”
“Go ahead.” Den, laughed. “The mask will limit you both a little.”
He wasn’t wrong, the mouth opening was a sort of reinforced slit, so any sort of normal kiss wasn’t happening. Den wasted no time and set to work immediately on Butch, first putting on an awesome hood mask of Anubis. Eli made me drink an isotonic mix, then began to photograph the process. Experimentally, and out of camera shot, I tested how much movement I had. The answer was not a lot! My knees were more or less ‘fixed’ so walking was a sort of lurching shuffle. I had a little more flexibility in my elbows, but my shoulders were less restricted.
Den worked quickly and with obvious practice. Butch slowly vanished beneath the intricately woven bandages, which produced a sort of herringbone pattern. Then he turned his attention to me again. Butch was now fully mummified, but it was now my turn in front of the camera, as Den began to finish mummifying me. Slowly my chest and shoulders were wrapped in the rubber bandages until I was, like Butch, wrapped in the bandages from head to toe. Movement in my arms and legs was now severely limited. I moved in a stiff legged manner resembling a zombie.
Now the photo session really got going with us posing singly, and together. Some of the poses apparently suggesting we were trying to resist our fate, or trying to comfort each other. Others suggested we’d been somehow revived and were trying to make love …
After another dose of the isotonic drink, we were moved to stand face to face …
“Ready, guys?” Den positioned us carefully, gently positioning our latex wrapped erections so that they were side by side. “Okay, here we go.”
Using a thin latex bandage he wrapped our cocks to each other. That done, he moved us into even closer contact, and had us place our wrapped hands on each other’s butt cheeks. Wide bandages now wrapped our torsos to each other, and then the more decorative bandaging began. Working from the top of our thighs, he used two separate rolls at a time to bind us into a single package, from hip to neck.
“Now we install the headpiece — pity you can’t see it. You’ll be kissing each other for a figurative eternity. Here goes, the faceplate section.” Den carefully inserted the moulded section into place and made sure the dual mouthpiece was in our mouths and the nostril tubes in place. Then he clipped the moulded back plate to me, and I heard him do the same to Butch. It felt amazing to be in this embrace, in sexual contact, and yet unable to actually take it to the next level. As we stood, more bandages were applied, fixing the head piece to our bandaged bodies, and then he began to turn our legs into a single column …
It seemed to take ages, but eventually we heard Eli say, “That’s a wrap I think.” They both laughed. “Pardon the pun. Fuck, but they look so bloody sexy like that. Well done, Den. You happy with the result?”
“I reckon I could do it better another time, but, yes, it’s turned out very well.” We felt their hands on our rubber wrappings. “Will Carlos be able to use these images to turn out the story as you want it?”
“Carlos is an absolute magician. This story will be an absolute stunner once he’s finished.” Eli paused. “Butch, Penn, we’re going to start unwrapping you now. It’ll take a while. You okay in there?”
We both managed a grunt in reply.
They weren’t wrong, it did take a while and we were both stiff and a little unsteady once we were completely free of the bandages. The first thing Butch did when the hood and face mask was removed, was walk to me, wrap me in a tight hug and plant a hungry kiss on my mouth, our semi flaccid cocks hardening in response.
Eli laughed. “Go on, guys, the bedroom is waiting — enjoy yourselves, you’ve been real troopers.” Putting his hand on Butch’s shoulder, he added, “Take your time while I help Den pack up, but don’t get dressed — I need to do some photos of you both naked …”
We barely heard him, our focus on our desire to make love. Behind us Den laughed as we headed for the bedroom. Neither of us needed to say anything. I went on my back on the bed, and smiled as Butch straddled my head, his beautiful ‘head’ directly above my mouth as he went down to take mine.
Both of us were ‘supercharged’ and Butch lasted only a minute or so before I was sucking his spunk down. I wasn’t far behind in shooting my load into his eager mouth. Changing position, we embraced, our mouths locking in a passionate kiss. Our hunger for each other boiling as we caressed and fondled each other’s bodies. With our first rush of desire abating, we lay in each other’s arms, face to face on the pillow.
“Fuck, that was intense,” Butch whispered. “I was on the edge of shooting my cum from when he strapped our cocks to each other.”
“Me too,” I replied, kissing him. “You looked so damned sexy mummified like that … so helpless and so damned beautiful …” Sighing, I added, “Thanks for introducing me to this …”
“You should have seen yourself.” Butch chuckled, his hand between us and holding our cocks firmly in contact. “You looked amazing, and as for being bound to each other like that …”
There was a tap at the door, and Eli called, “Are you two finished? We’ve got some more images to make.” He laughed. “And you’re reloaded I hope …”
“Pizza time.” He told us. “It’s late, the wrapping took far longer than I thought it would. We'll eat, then do the remaining shots.”
Butch’s stomach growled and mine answered. Laughing we got off the bed and made to join Eli in the studio, holding hands. Just before we entered the studio, Butch stopped me, pulled me into a hug, and said softly, “I love you, Penn. I guess I’ve wanted you from the first time … Thank you for being here, for being my friend … for doing this …”
“Don’t be silly, love.” I kissed him. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t feel the same about you …”
His kiss in response was breathtaking, and we walked into the studio an arm round each other’s waist.
The backdrop had changed. Now we were posing against a view of the Nile, the pyramids in the distance. Wearing the ‘Egyptian slave’ hoods, we were naked, with just rubber arm cuffs, fancy collars or ‘slave’ harnesses, and for some, encouraged to get a boner. At the end, we simulated fucking each other standing and from behind. Eventually Eli was satisfied.
“Okay, guys, that’s it for today. You’ve more than earned the five hundred. Den says any time you want to do it again, just let him know — he enjoyed working with you.” He grinned, watching us seated side by side with Butch’s arm over my shoulders and my hand resting on his thigh. “The flat’s yours for tonight … I’ll be back at about ten as usual and your money is in the envelops with your clothes.” He winked. “And I’ve put some rubber items out for you.” Standing, he gathered the remains of the meal. “Have fun. There’s some breakfast stuff in the kitchen. I’ll see you in the morning.”
As the door closed behind him — not the shop door, but the actual ‘entrance’ that lead down to a separate street entrance and an underground garage, Butch, nibbled my ear.
“Round Two?” He asked. “And for real …”
“Seconds out …” I laughed. “Want to recreate that shot of fucking me from behind? For real this time?”
“An invitation I can’t refuse …”
I caught sight of the Anubis hood Den had worn. “Wear that hood, love, and this slave is yours …”
Minutes later ‘Anubis’ was fucking me in front of the Nile scene, his beautiful tool embedded in my manhole and his arms holding me firmly in place.
“Mmm,” I moaned, my hands gripping his butt cheeks behind us. “That feels … you feel …” I panted as his hand gripped the shaft of my cock.
“Penn …” He whispered, the mask distorting his voice slightly. “I love you … I need you … will you live with me? I’ve found a place …” His thrust sent a shiver through me and made my cock throb. “A place of our own …”
“Yes, Butch …” I clenched my sphincter as his cum flooded me. “Yes, my love … I will, you’ve made such a huge difference to my life and my studies …”
His softening cock escaped my clenched muscle, and he turned me to face him.
“Damn, I can’t kiss you in this thing,” he chuckled. “But now you’re going to fuck me …” Turning he presented his butt, his hand reaching round and guiding my erection to his opening. “My first time …” he gasped as I pushed myself against his muscle. “Oooh! Aaah … Oh gods … Yes … fuck me, Penn …”
Yes, my love,” My cock slid into his warm moist passage. I tried to keep it slow and gentle, keeping my thrusts small as I held him. I was so close to cumming and I wanted to delay it as long as I could …
“Oh gods …” He moaned and shuddered as my member pressed on his prostate. “Oh fuck … that’s doing things … is it always …?”
“Yes, love, it is …” My balls were lifting and my cock was ready to explode. “I’m coming …” My cum flooded into him as I pushed myself as deep as I could.
When I’d slipped free, I helped him remove the hood, and then we made for the bedroom. We collapsed on the bed, kissing and not wanting to break our embrace and continued releasing our feelings for each other.
“That was … beautiful,” Butch breathed between kisses, “Thank you …”
“No, my love, thank you,” I murmured in reply. “And any time …” I chuckled. “I love it too …”
We fell asleep locked in an embrace, exhausted by our lovemaking and the long photo session.
