Oliver smiled–it sounded like the perfect opportunity for him to stretch his creativity in all sorts of strange directions, provided the source material proved interesting enough. If the two of them were bores, then he’d just have to liven things up himself. “Alright, that sounds like an interesting challenge for someone in my business. So, who would like to tell me their fantasy first?”
Eddie and Will looked at one another, still embarrassed.
“It seems the two of you don’t discuss this topic very often.”
Will chuckled, “No, it’s…a bit strange, I guess. Here, I’ll go first,” he brought his mug of coffee with him and sat at the table with the other two. “I, uh, well, I have a thing for rubber and latex. It’s kind of a new interest, I guess, because I don’t have a lot of gear…but I find it really erotic.”
“In what sense?” Oliver asked.
“I guess…I really like the feeling of it against my skin. I was with a guy, and he put me in a full body suit one time, and it felt…really amazing. It makes you feel like something else, like an object.”
“So you were more of a…bottom in this scenario?”
“I suppose so, but it isn’t really about power…I guess. It’s hard to explain.”
Oliver, peeking into Will’s mind, could see that the last bit was a lie–it was about power. He liked being powerless, but he wasn’t very fond of mentioning it to Eddie.
“Does that interest you at all, Eddie?”
He shrugged, “I’ve never had much experience with rubber other than wearing a condom, I suppose, but I’m open to the idea I suppose. But for me…well, I guess I should say that I didn’t grow up around here. I’m from the other side of the mountains, out in a little farming town, but I came out here for college, and because being gay in a small town…it was rough. But…well, I guess somethings stick with you a bit, because I’ve just always had a thing for country guys and farmers especially. I used to…well, hell, the first cock I ever sucked was an older neighbor of ours, when I was a teenager. He owned a farm, and I…I don’t know. It’s a bit hard finding guys like that over here though…”
Will shot him a look, and Eddie stopped talking. What had gone unstated was the fundamental friction, Oliver supposed. He could see in Eddie’s mind what he’d been doing–cruising rest areas out on the highways, always looking for roughneck cock. He’d gotten a bit of a bruising, and Will had told him to stop–one thing lead to another, and now all three of them were sitting together at the table, looking for a solution. Worse, or better, depending on your perspective, Eddie had liked it. He’d liked getting beaten by them, and he’d liked getting raped. It wasn’t something he’d really been able to process himself, and Oliver could see the tumult there of his fantasies. He was hard already, and so eager to begin.
“It sounds like you’re both bottoms.”
Eddie and Will nodded, “That’s part of why we don’t have a lot of sex, beyond the kink side of things. It makes it difficult.”
“Well, unless you have a third person you’d like to bring in, one of you is going to have work with it.”
“I mean…I could do it, I guess,” Will said, “I’m not that big, but maybe, as like, a rubber golem, I could fuck him with a strap on?”
Eddie rolled his eyes, and Oliver could tell the idea didn’t even satisfy Will that much–he just wanted his husband to be safer, and he was worried that next time…well, it would be something a trip to a doctor wouldn’t be able to fix up.
“How about you, Eddie? Think you could give it a shot?”
He looked surprised–the thought honestly hadn’t occurred to him, but Oliver had a suspicion he’d be more than eager, with the right…motivation.
“You don’t think about topping very often, I guess.”
“Most of the guys I have sex with are just interested in blowjobs. Top and bottom doesn’t really enter into it.”
“I can understand that,” Oliver said, and cracked his knuckles, turning back to Will. ‘It seems like you’re the easier one to start with I think–why don’t we get you taken care of?”
“Oh? Uh…well, we can look at the gear I have, if you want to use any of it.”
“Oh no, I only use my own gear, Will, you don’t have to worry about a thing,” Oliver said, reached over and gave him a pat on the shoulder, and when he did, Will gasped. The shirt he’d had on had suddenly constructed tightly to his skin in a split second. He looked down, and saw the button down dress shirt was no more–it had somehow turned into a wrist length black rubber shirt.
“What, how did you…” Will said, and tried to pick at the end of the rubber sleeve, but it was so tight he couldn’t get a finger to separate the rubber from his skin. As he did, he felt the entire shirt squirm, and the rubber grew, flowing down his wrists and onto his fingers, which immediately began to gum up, until a few seconds later they were both trapped as fists in tight rubber mitts. “I don’t–take it off, please,” Will said as he stood up from the table, swinging his arms and trying to fling the rubber off.
“But why stop, Will? This is what you want–I can feel your desire plain as day. Here I’ll even help Eddie see it too,” Oliver said, stood up and gave Will a smack on the ass. Just like his shirt, his pants shifted instantly, becoming skintight rubber running down to his ankles. Clearly highlighted in the black rubber were his full balls, and an obvious erection.
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