7. New Suits
The rest of the week passed without any further revelations from Eli. All he said was; ‘so your Dad told you? Good.’ I’d asked when he wanted us to work the hour we’d missed and he’d just smiled. “I’ll let you know.”
I did learn that Butch had met Eli through being careless and a bit desperate. He’d got into debt and needed money badly. So he’d tried ‘going on the game’. He’d gone to a bar someone had suggested as a good place to earn a bit on the side. And been picked up by the wrong sort of guy. Kat and Erik had seen what was happening, waited their moment, rescued him and taken him to Eli. All Butch remembered of it was that he’d been raped and left in an ally minus his clothes, his watch, his wallet and his iPhone, and then found by two guys who’d bundled him into a van, calmed him down, taken him to their home, doctored him and found him some clothes.
“They took me to Eli in the morning.” Butch grinned. “I got one hell of a lecture from him. I was in trouble with some really bad people — owed money and … Basically he told that if I wanted to be a fuckwit, fine, but I was on track to fuck myself over. If that’s what I wanted, fine, but not in his bailiwick. Then he demanded to know how much I owed and to who. I got another real telling off …” He grinned, his cheeks aflame. “You can’t really argue with a guy when you’re stark bollock naked, all your bruises and marks on display … Anyway, he told me it would be settled, but I’d be working it off for him and he’d see about a job to help pay my rent and food. That’s when I got the pool cleaning gig. One of his people owns the firm that does it … Then he told me if I needed to earn something extra, he could use me modelling …” He grinned, his hand sliding over my semi-erection under my rubber as I made a sandwich for us. “Funny. My watch, my wallet with my ID and bank card — there was nothing in my account anyway — and my phone turned up a couple of days later. With a note. It said not to be so careless in future.”
“And were you? More careful I mean?”
“What do you think? You don’t mess Eli and the guys around.” Butch kissed me. “I’m here, I’m in one piece, I’m working for Eli … and I’ve got you in my arms.” Kissing me, he added, “And tomorrow we’re having supper with Eli and Mark.”
Our crotches met and pressed against each other. The sandwich remained on the counter as we indulged in some mutual rubberised stimulation … We often indulged ourselves like this, stimulating our cocks against each other in this gentle love-making, rubber to rubber, as we kissed, stroked, and moved against each other. It always led to fabulous sex when we finally crawled into bed …
In these wrestling matches, we’re pretty evenly matched, and we were a tangle of arms and legs as we ‘fought’ for the submission, by agreement, the loser on his back, the winner sitting on his erection under the rubber. It was fun, and we had worked out some ‘rules’ — if one of us shot his load while wrestling, that was an automatic loss and he then had to submit to being fucked in the position of the winner’s choice. Tonight, Butch managed to make me cum …
“On the bed,” he ordered. “On your back, legs up!”
Laughing, I positioned myself and let him, still in his rubber suit, cuff my wrists to the bed head, then raised my legs and let him cuff my ankles to it. This was my favourite way to take him, helpless, my arse raised to receive him and face to face.
“I surrender, Master,” I smiled as he positioned himself, his gorgeous ‘head’ now glistening with lube. “Take your prize …”
His entry was slow and gentle, then he leaned down and kissed me. “I think I’m the luckiest …”
“No. I am.” I grinned. “Even though you cheat and make me …” I stuck out my tongue. “I love you, Goof, and I love you doing this with me …” I clenched my sphincter on his shaft, involuntarily rising to meet his thrust. “Damn, you feel good tonight …”
“Mark, this is Penn, and this is Butch.” Eli led us into the living room of the bungalow.
“Penn. Butch. Good to meet you in the flesh …” Taking a hand off the crutches he was using to support himself, the big man, his legs in callipers, shook hands with us. He grinned. “Eli been pushing you around? He’s a real bastard of a Boss I can tell you!”
“He’s not so bad,” I retorted, grinning at Eli. “Just makes us work in rubber suits and wear a gas mask. Miles better than the guy who ran the Office Services I worked for.”
“I must be slipping then.” Eli’s laugh rumbled as Mark led the way into the seating area and took a seat in an expensive looking indoors ‘mobility’ wheelchair, his crutches slipping into clips where he could access them, before he released the ‘knee joints on the callipers, and lifted his feet onto the footrests. “Butch, fetch yourself and Penn a drink from the bar fridge over there. Mine’s a Boddington’s.” Walking over he kissed Mark. “Had a good afternoon, chum?”
Looking round the living room as I accepted the can of beer Butch handed me, I noted that it was all optimised for the wheelchair. The decor was quiet, almost understated, and very tastefully done. There was absolutely no ostentatious display of wealth, yet this house was in the most expensive part of the city. Everything in the house had been built for a wheelchair user, including the large patio and the swimming pool in a conservatory.
“A man has to keep in shape,” Mark joked. “One of you lads might try to steal Eli if I don’t.” Laughing at my stammered denial, he continued, “I wouldn’t blame you, he’s the brains behind our, and a few others, success. All of this is his hard graft.”
“Don’t believe a word of it.” Eli interrupted. Taking a seat next to his partner. “I might be the ideas man and the bastard who drives everyone mad making them do things, but this is the man who manages the money, the books and the legal stuff. Bet he hasn’t told you he’s got two degrees — did them part time, AFTER doing A levels in night school — one in law, and an MBA!”
“He didn’t! You did them part time? Respect! I’m battling doing mine full time.” Raising my can of Fosters lager, I saluted him.
“You’ve a law degree?” Butch asked. “Have you done the Bar exam as well?”
“Of course,” Mark replied, taking Eli’s hand. “Someone has to represent this reprobate when he sails too close to the wind.” He shrugged. “I had nothing to do while I was in hospital and then recuperating — so I started reading and learning. It’s paid off.”
The meal was really good. Mark had put a lot of effort into preparing it, dismissing our compliments saying, “I was taught in the local Secondary, then started training as a chef … until some bastard accused me of theft.”
The evening proved to be a real eye-opener for both myself and Butch. The cab Eli called dropped us back at our flat late.
“What a pair those guys are.” Butch commented as we walked up the stairs. “Compared to some of the guys we were at school with …”
“Or some of the twats at uni with us …” Slipping an arm around his waist, I hugged him. “I ask myself if I’d have the determination … or what it takes for Eli to do what Mark must need.”
Holding me, Butch nodded. “Same. I guess if you’ve had the guts to go from where they started …”
His mouth met mine, and we stopped wondering.
***
“I’ve got a new suit I want you two to model, Penn.” Eli had a twinkle in his eye. “Usual rate for a photo session. Butch will be needed as well. Better find him and get him up to the workshop.”
“I’ll tell him, Eli.” I finished putting away the cleaning gear and straightened. “By the way, my Dad called. They’re taking him into the hospital next Wednesday for his op. He was a bit surprised. They originally told him it couldn’t happen until this time next year.” Butch joined us, and stowed his cleaning gear, and I shut the closet.
“Did they?” Eli appeared unsurprised. “Guess they must have changed their schedules a bit.” Turning off the display lights, he lowered the shutters and signalled I should lead the way. “How’s your old man feel about it?”
“Says he’s a bit nervous but glad to get it done.” Starting up the stairs, I added, “we really enjoyed meeting Mark and seeing your place. Nice.”
“Mark enjoyed meeting you two as well. He’s a good judge of people — he liked you both.” Unlocking the workshop door, he waved us inside. “I know this is a normal work night, so I don’t want to keep you both too late.” He winked. But I need to check that we have these right, so we’ve time to make changes if they’re not. Ever been to a ComCon?”
“No.” Intrigued, I asked, “Is it a sort of CosPlay type thing?”
“It can be. But this one is to launch the comic ‘Pharaoh’s Lovers Revenge’. Remember your mummification session? The comic’s now in print and we’re going to have a party to launch it.” Stopping at a worktop, he ordered, “Time to strip out of your work gear, guys. These outfits are a sort of cross between a bondage suit and a total enclosure outfit.”
Puzzled, we stripped and Eli prepared the first suit. At first I thought it resembled elastic bands. It was the same sort of yellow brown colour and appeared to be made up of strips. Then I recognise it — a mummifying suit.
“Okay, Penn, park your butt on the stool, and let’s get your legs into it.”
The rubber had been lubricated, so working my legs into it proved quit easy. The rubber was no more than a half millimetre in thickness, extremely elastic, and very tight once I had it on. The crotch area was reinforced, creating a bulge.
“Good, you’re getting ‘interested’ I see. The crotch has a sleeve. Insert that lovely member into it, then get your balls into the cup and pull the attached loop round the neck of your scrotum … got it? Everything comfortable?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I replied as he pulled the main body of the suit up past my waste. I worked my arms into the sleeves and let him pull the attached hood and face mask into place. This put a pair of tubes into my nostrils, and left my mouth covered, with just a short soft tube in my mouth. The zip ran from the middle of my back to the top of my head, and from the feel of it, was hidden.
The suit was tight, and restrictive, but surprisingly comfortable. My ‘view’ was confined to a few pinholes in the rubber covering my eyes, and my arm and leg movements at the elbows and knees very limited. I heard Butch suck his breath as Eli turned me to face him.
“Holy fuck!” Butch gasped. “He’s mummified. It looks just like the pictures — without all the bandages …”
“Yup. And now it’s your turn, chum. Just walk around the workshop for a bit, Penn. There’s still a funeral mask headpiece to go on, but that’s up in the studio.” Eli checked something at my crotch. “Everything comfortable?”
“Ehphfff!” Was all I could manage. As instructed, I tried to walk around the workstation as Butch began to pull on his identical suit. ‘Walk’ is not quite accurate. I lurched around, each step requiring an effort. It reminded me strongly of the effort Mark needed to move without his chair even with his crutches and the callipers supporting his damaged legs.
Butch was ready by the time I’d lurched around the workstation. Now I had some idea of what I looked like. The outer skin of the suit resembled the intricate pattern of the bandages Den had applied to us and I had a sudden mental image of lurching around a Comic Con in this outfit …
“Think you can manage the stairs?” Eli was between us now, taking each of us by a rubber covered hand. We both grunted. “Okay, let’s see how we go.”
The stairs were possible —just— with Eli’s assistance. It was relief to reach the studio!
“Okay, take a breather and relax while I set up the cameras and the lights. Then I’ll fit your headpieces and take the pics I need.” He chuckled. “The boys in Mark’s workrooms have done a fantastic job on these I must say. They’re working on a second version for our use only — with your tackle mummified and on view. There’s a little extra built into these too — some electro contacts in the crotch. They operate with these remotes. Want to try it?”
“Ehphfff.” Butch was ahead of me.
“Okay.” Eli looked at the two remotes. “Damn, they haven’t identified who is who. Oh well …” He pressed a button on both.
“Urgggghh! Ekkkkk.” We both reacted as we were zapped by a short sharp shock in our cocks, and a split second later, another at the neck of our scrotums.
It was my first experience of this, and to my surprise, my cock hardened in its prison. The electric jolt was sharp, not painful, and it certainly sent a powerful sensation through my crotch. But now Eli was holding the ‘funerary mask’, a moulded rubber helmet that opened down one side. It was a complete ‘head, with the neck and an apron of near rigid rubber front and back.
Opening it, Eli began to fit it to Butch.
“You’ve seen the gold mask on Tutankhamen … well this is supposed to be for the Pharaoh’s lovers.” With the thing settled on Butch’s head, Eli secured it. “It’s pretty restrictive I think. How’s it feel?”
“Whoa-hey.”
“Good, your turn, Penn, then we can do the photos.” He chuckled. “We’re hoping we can sell a few of these suits for Halloween, but the key is to promote the book at the Rubber ComCon.”
Fitting the thing to my head, he secured it. Now my view was really restricted.
“Okay guys, let’s get these pictures done.”
Half an hour later, he’d done, and began dismantling the headpiece, and then opened the zip and eased the ‘hood off our heads.
“Well, guys? What do you think?”
“Fucking intense,” Butch replied, struggling to get his arms out of the sleeves, hindered by the mitts that held his hands. He looked at me and grinned. “And so fucking sexy …”
“You can say that again.” Laughing I managed to get the suit down as far as my crotch. “Ouch. I better get that thing holding my balls …” I found the elastic strap and stretched it to release my scrotum. “That feels better, but I’ve leaked into this sheath thing.”
Eli laughed. “Take the suits with you and get them cleaned up. I’ll fetch them in the morning from the flat.” Moving between us as we stood holding the suits, he put an arm across our shoulders. “You boys have come a long way. Now head off upstairs and enjoy your evening. I reckon you’ve earned a hundred and fifty each tonight. I’ll leave it for you in the flat tomorrow.”
In a couple of strides we were in the flat. Butch took my suit from me, and draped it over the nearest chair, then turned to me with a grin and a glint in his eye.
“That was so damned sexy hot!” His arms went round me, our naked bodies met, and our erections came into contact. Our kiss said more than any words could about our desire. We didn’t make it to the bedroom, instead going down on the carpet, me straddling Butch’s head, and going down on his rigid member as he took mine in his mouth …
