Black Is The New Black
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shadowhiveBlack Is The New Black
Pairing: Matt Davies-Kreye, Lucas Woodland
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rubber, mindbreak
Notes: So I had hoped, as always, to get one of the main WIPs out. Indeed it was an intent to get a prompt fic out. However between a certain someone reading through the rubber fics and giving me a suggestion I’m back with a whole new fic (as if I needed more!) but I’d always intended to do more of the ‘rubber verse’ although this wasn’t what I thought I would do.
This is set late 2023 (and I really need to find a pic of Matt but can’t find one quickly). A companion fic is coming too and will probably be the next thing before I go back to the prompts
“I’m sorry what?” Ryan looked at Matt, a dumbfounded look on his face. Matt expected that this would happen but it was still annoying to explain himself again.
“I’m leaving the band. The tour was the last time I’m singing for Funeral.” The rest of the band gave him looks, a mix of confusion and annoyance. “I know you’ve booked festivals, but I didn’t want to do them anyway so I’m not. Don’t worry though I’ll help find a suitable replacement before then.”
As soon as he finished the others started speaking, talking over each other, trying to get him to reconsider. But it was no good, Matt had already made up his mind.
***
Matt smiled as the latest vocalist finished singing for him. He had been trying to discreetly find someone to be his replacement for the band, at least for these last festival shows, but no one he’d seen so far had been a good fit. The latest one was Lucas Woodward from Holding Absence and he’d been reluctant to give him a hearing because he’d been such a fanboy when he first met him. He had come to the conclusion though that maybe that’s what the band needed, at least a fanboy would know all the songs.
And he did. Lucas had been able to sing through each of the three songs he’d chosen for him, which he’d sung along to a backing track Matt had set up. He wasn’t perfect, but at least he had known all of the words which was better than all the others.
Lucas gave him an expectant look as Into Oblivion came to a close.
“You did well.” Matt said with a slight nod and Lucas smiled hopefully. How he’d sound with the band would be a thing for the others to work out. “In fact I think you might be the best person I’ve heard so far.”
Lucas positively beamed, a broad smile on his face. “Oh I’m so glad! I’ve loved you guys for so long so it really would be an honour to play these shows.” Matt was about to give him some sort of response, something polite which would satisfy him but before he could he continued. “But I’ve got to ask, what made you not wanna do these shows? Is something wrong?” Concern flashed over his face, which was quite adorable.
Matt considered his response for a moment, before deciding it was best to be honest. “Nah, nothing’s wrong thankfully. I always wanted the tour a few weeks back to be our last. It was the guys that pushed for the festival dates next year but honestly? I’m just not interested. I don’t wanna play onstage anymore. I don’t have the energy and I just… I can’t be fucking bothered with it all.”
Lucas gave him a look, as if he was crazy, but then he was so much younger than he was. “If it was up to me Funeral would’ve called it a day and said these were the last dates but the guys are adamant to continue.” Matt had to admit, perhaps selfishly that they would reconsider the whole thing, or that the shows would go badly.
A gasp left Lucas’ lips, his eyes wide. It looked like he was about to say something, but thought the better of it. “Anyway, I’ll be in touch, there’s a few other guys that wanna audition and I know you’ve got your own tour in a few days. But like I said, you’re definitely in the running.”
“Thanks.” Lucas whispered, his smile returning. “I’ll guess I’ll be off then.” He offered his hand to shake, which Matt took and then he saw himself out.
***
Matt saw a few more guys after Lucas but none of them were right, either getting lyrics wrong or just plain sounding terrible. He knew he could throw the net out further, getting more people in to audition, but honestly? He really couldn’t be bothered. What was the point just drawing this out further?
Instead he sent Lucas’ name to the band group chat, along with a recording he’d took during the session.
Once he got a positive response from the guys he was satisfied his work with the band was over. He left the chat, turned his phone off and settled down to rest.
***
He was wrong about that being his final act for Funeral. He had one last thing to do, a comment for the official announcement of his departure. He had considered fobbing it off onto one of the guys, but changed his mind before going through with it. After all the fans did deserve some response from him. He wrote something heartfelt, but at the same time vague, hoping he didn’t show how much he was done with being in a band.
A few days later it was posted, along with confirmation that the guys had decided to go with Lucas like he had recommended.
Part of him almost felt sorry for him, for the expectation that he’d have from fans that he’d sound like him. But another part of him hoped that expectation would crush him and he’d screw it up. It wouldn’t be the ending to Funeral that he wanted, but it would be an ending. Then the guys could make something new for themselves instead, which would be better than dragging Funeral on without him.
***
There was a knock on his door and Matt sighed as he got up, heading to the front door and opening it up to find Lucas there, a smile on his face. “Hey man, mind if I come in?”
“Sure.” Matt put on his best smile, stepping aside to let him in. “How are you doing?” He asked as he led him through into his living room. “How was the tour?”
“I’m doing good, thanks. It was a lot of fun.” He smiled, setting his bag down in front of him and taking a seat. “I just wanted to thank you for recommending me to the guys.”
“I’m glad it went well. And not at all, I’m glad they listened to me.” Matt smiled, glad that was the reason he was here. He had figured he’d come and give him thanks, hopefully that would mean he’d not be here long.
“But I’m also here to say something else.” Lucas’ expression shifted slightly, his smile fading. “I just wanted to say that it’s really shitty what you did to the guys. I thought it when you first told me but didn’t wanna say anything, but after talking to the guys it’s pretty clear you really screwed them over.”
Matt snorted in derision, rolling his eyes. “What, cause I didn’t wanna do these stupid festival dates? So what.”
“You should’ve let the fans know these were the last chance to see you play with them it was…”
“Oh please. The band split years ago, this reunion wasn’t meant to go on this long as it was. They should consider themselves lucky we did that last tour at all.” Matt wasn’t sure what made him say what he thought so openly, but there was something about this guy questioning him that got to him. “Besides.” He waved his hand dismissively at him. “They have you now if they wanna keep the corpse of the band going any longer.”
Lucas gasped at that and maybe Matt shouldn’t have used that wording but it was what he really thought. “You really feel that way huh?”
“Absolutely and I’m not ashamed of that. They should do the decent thing and end Funeral now, start their own thing. And maybe they will once these festivals are done and fans can see Funeral is nothing without me. You’re good but you’re not me and the fans won’t accept you.” He almost regretted saying that, almost. But it was better he heard it now, before he got too attached to Funeral.
“I thought the guys might have been exaggerating, but you really are a shit aren’t you?” He was sure he could see Lucas’ eyes shining, almost on the verge of tears. Matt took no pleasure in it, but he didn’t feel like comforting him.
“I’m just telling you the truth. I’m sorry kid, but it’s something you’ll have to deal with.”
“I can’t believe I used to look up to you.” Lucas whispered and Matt wasn’t sure that he was meant to have heard that.
“Well you know what they say: never meet your heroes.” Matt told him, though he did feel a bit sorry for him at this point. “You’d better go before I disappoint you further.”
Lucas gave him a look, then nodded slightly, almost to himself. Matt got up from where he sat heading out to the entrance hall and he heard Lucas moving to follow him.
And then suddenly everything went black as something went over his head. He wasn’t sure what it was, but instantly clung his skin. He reached up with his hands, trying to feel exactly what it was but all he could felt was that it was something smooth covering his face. He started to panic, his fingers feeling over it, trying to find some way of getting it off. “Just relax, it’s easier that way. Or so I’m told anyway.” Lucas spoke from behind him and he turned around, flailing his arms in his direction. The thing over his face meant he couldn’t see, so he was acting blindly, but Lucas clearly saw it coming and moved away.
Giving up on that Matt tried again to feel the hood covering his face. It went to his neck, but he couldn’t mange to grip the edges enough to pull it off. He opened his mouth to try and yell through the hood but when he did he felt it contort and something filled his mouth like a ball gag, silencing him before he could he even utter a word.
He grunted in frustration, trying to force the ball out with his tongue but it didn’t budge, keeping his lips spread wide. And then he felt something on his tongue, something wet and slimy, oozing from the ball. It tasted like rubber, though was slightly salty too and he wondered if it was his sweat mixing with the rubber somehow. Enough of it filled his mouth that he had no choice but to swallow it, though it did no good as more of it kept dripping onto his tongue.
“Why don’t you put your hands down and come with me back into the living room.” Lucas spoke after a few moments, his voice soft but somehow commanding.
Matt’s hands stopped feeling the rubber hood, falling to his sides and he walked back into the living room, or at least where he assumed it would be.
As soon as he was in there he wondered why he had just followed Lucas’ instructions like that, but at the same time it had felt right to do so. He wasn’t as kinky as some of his former bandmates were but he had indulged a bit so he was familiar with being told what to do, but he’d not pegged Lucas as the sort to be like that. If anything he looked like the type that would be following orders, not giving them.
He felt Lucas’ hands on him, nimbly undoing the zipper of his fly and pushing his trousers and underwear down his legs to the floor. He heard Lucas make a little hmm sound before speaking again. “Arms out.” Matt stuck both of his arms out and Lucas worked on removing his t-shirt, leaving him naked apart from the hood that was covering his head.
He had to admit despite the suddenness of it all there was a strange kind of thrill to all this. Being told what to do, being next to naked, not being able to see. His dick twitched despite himself and he heard Lucas let out a soft laugh, no doubt at the sight of it.
“Now let’s get the rest of this on you.” Lucas lifted his feet one at a time and then pulled something up his legs. Like the hood it clung to his skin and he had to assume it was the same rubber. As soon as he thought that it felt like the gag was leaking more onto his tongue and he swallowed it down with a low moan. Lucas continued pulling it up until every inch of his pale skin was covered in the rubber suit.
It felt right somehow, to be sealed away though he wasn’t sure where that thought had come from. He didn’t have time to dwell on it as he felt something slide between the cheeks of his as, prodding at his hole. He wasn’t sure what it was because the suit was sealed, but he found that it didn’t matter as it eased into of him.
It had been awhile since anything had been inside him, and as the thing filled him up that felt so wrong. The thing, which felt like a dildo, sank into him easily, filling him completely and making him let out another muffled moan. It felt so good to be filled by it, so right and he closed his eyes, savouring stretch if it. He realised, dully, that it was expanding inside him, stretching him open even further.
His cock ached against the rubber of suit and he felt more horny than he’d ever felt in his life. He finally understood Darran’s obsession with rubber now that he was fully encased in it. This felt so incredible.
“I’m not sure exactly how this works, but I can tell that it is working.” Lucas spoke and despite the pleasure of being filled he gave him his full attention, or as full as he could without being able to see him. He felt Lucas’ hand on him, running down the chest of his suit. “Soon there won’t be much of you left.”
Matt wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but if it was important Lucas would tell him so and if it wasn’t he didn’t deserve to know.
Lucas shifted his hand lower until he was cupping the bulge of his crotch. Matt let out another moan at the contact and he heard Lucas chuckle. He started to rub at the bulge slowly, the contact sending waves of pleasure through him. He felt the tip of the dildo start to move, like it was thrusting inside him and it felt like it was wet, leaking something inside him.
“I am told that this is usually done to troublesome people.” Lucas spoke, his voice soft as he continued to rub Matt’s bulge. “And I have to admit from what the others said and the things you said today, you certainly qualify.” A few images flashed over his mind then, his arguments with the band about continuing, the things he had said to them about Funeral’s future, the things he had said to Lucas. The intense emotion associated with them felt overwhelming and that felt wrong.
“But you’re not going to be causing anyone anymore trouble ever again.” For a moment Matt wondered what he meant by that, but the thought faded away almost as soon as it crossed his mind, along with those other thoughts that had been bought back.
All that mattered now was the pleasure of being filled and the way Lucas’ touch felt against his dick. The dildo in him spilled inside him, painting ass with something. A hazy part of him wondered if that should matter but that was drowned out by the pleasure as well as a similar spray on his tongue. “Cum Matt.” Lucas whispered, his fingers pressing against his bulge harder. The words made him orgasm, shooting across the inside of the rubber suit that surrounded him. “There we go.” Lucas withdrew his hand from him. “Now we wait.”
***
Matt wasn’t sure how long he stood there. Time had no meaning inside the suit, not just because he couldn’t see any passage of time but because it didn’t matter. There were a few stray thoughts and emotions that crossed his mind, but they were quickly pushed down, discarded as not important. None of those things mattered. Not his past, not his feelings about Funeral, not the songs that he’d written, not even his sense of self. None of that mattered.
There was a sound, a knock at the door followed by movement as Lucas went to answer it. There was sounds of voices, but Matt couldn’t make them out and even if he could it wasn’t important for him to know what was being said. That was followed by Lucas returning with the other person. “So here he is.”
“Oh wow, he certainly looks the part doesn’t he?” The other voice spoke up. It was unfamiliar to him, though he recognised the accent as being American. “What’re you going to do with him? Gift him to the others as stress relief?”
“Maybe.” Lucas replied, sounding thoughtful. “But for now I think we should have some fun with him.” His fingers stroked Matt’s face, where his eyes would be and he spoke up. “You can see now.” The rubber across them shifted slightly, becoming thinner, more like lenses and he could see Lucas standing in front of him.
He looked different now, not wearing the casual gear he had been in, instead wearing leather pants and a tight black t-shirt. Beside him was a man Matt didn’t recognise, even dimly. He had long dyed blonde hair and wore leather trousers along with a matching jacket. The clothing looked more natural on him somehow than it did Lucas and the mystery man smirked at him. “Oh I can tell that we’re going to have a lot of fun with you.”
Matt felt sure that he was right, despite not really knowing what he meant.
Pairing: Matt Davies-Kreye, Lucas Woodland
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rubber, mindbreak
Notes: So I had hoped, as always, to get one of the main WIPs out. Indeed it was an intent to get a prompt fic out. However between a certain someone reading through the rubber fics and giving me a suggestion I’m back with a whole new fic (as if I needed more!) but I’d always intended to do more of the ‘rubber verse’ although this wasn’t what I thought I would do.
This is set late 2023 (and I really need to find a pic of Matt but can’t find one quickly). A companion fic is coming too and will probably be the next thing before I go back to the prompts
“I’m sorry what?” Ryan looked at Matt, a dumbfounded look on his face. Matt expected that this would happen but it was still annoying to explain himself again.
“I’m leaving the band. The tour was the last time I’m singing for Funeral.” The rest of the band gave him looks, a mix of confusion and annoyance. “I know you’ve booked festivals, but I didn’t want to do them anyway so I’m not. Don’t worry though I’ll help find a suitable replacement before then.”
As soon as he finished the others started speaking, talking over each other, trying to get him to reconsider. But it was no good, Matt had already made up his mind.
***
Matt smiled as the latest vocalist finished singing for him. He had been trying to discreetly find someone to be his replacement for the band, at least for these last festival shows, but no one he’d seen so far had been a good fit. The latest one was Lucas Woodward from Holding Absence and he’d been reluctant to give him a hearing because he’d been such a fanboy when he first met him. He had come to the conclusion though that maybe that’s what the band needed, at least a fanboy would know all the songs.
And he did. Lucas had been able to sing through each of the three songs he’d chosen for him, which he’d sung along to a backing track Matt had set up. He wasn’t perfect, but at least he had known all of the words which was better than all the others.
Lucas gave him an expectant look as Into Oblivion came to a close.
“You did well.” Matt said with a slight nod and Lucas smiled hopefully. How he’d sound with the band would be a thing for the others to work out. “In fact I think you might be the best person I’ve heard so far.”
Lucas positively beamed, a broad smile on his face. “Oh I’m so glad! I’ve loved you guys for so long so it really would be an honour to play these shows.” Matt was about to give him some sort of response, something polite which would satisfy him but before he could he continued. “But I’ve got to ask, what made you not wanna do these shows? Is something wrong?” Concern flashed over his face, which was quite adorable.
Matt considered his response for a moment, before deciding it was best to be honest. “Nah, nothing’s wrong thankfully. I always wanted the tour a few weeks back to be our last. It was the guys that pushed for the festival dates next year but honestly? I’m just not interested. I don’t wanna play onstage anymore. I don’t have the energy and I just… I can’t be fucking bothered with it all.”
Lucas gave him a look, as if he was crazy, but then he was so much younger than he was. “If it was up to me Funeral would’ve called it a day and said these were the last dates but the guys are adamant to continue.” Matt had to admit, perhaps selfishly that they would reconsider the whole thing, or that the shows would go badly.
A gasp left Lucas’ lips, his eyes wide. It looked like he was about to say something, but thought the better of it. “Anyway, I’ll be in touch, there’s a few other guys that wanna audition and I know you’ve got your own tour in a few days. But like I said, you’re definitely in the running.”
“Thanks.” Lucas whispered, his smile returning. “I’ll guess I’ll be off then.” He offered his hand to shake, which Matt took and then he saw himself out.
***
Matt saw a few more guys after Lucas but none of them were right, either getting lyrics wrong or just plain sounding terrible. He knew he could throw the net out further, getting more people in to audition, but honestly? He really couldn’t be bothered. What was the point just drawing this out further?
Instead he sent Lucas’ name to the band group chat, along with a recording he’d took during the session.
Once he got a positive response from the guys he was satisfied his work with the band was over. He left the chat, turned his phone off and settled down to rest.
***
He was wrong about that being his final act for Funeral. He had one last thing to do, a comment for the official announcement of his departure. He had considered fobbing it off onto one of the guys, but changed his mind before going through with it. After all the fans did deserve some response from him. He wrote something heartfelt, but at the same time vague, hoping he didn’t show how much he was done with being in a band.
A few days later it was posted, along with confirmation that the guys had decided to go with Lucas like he had recommended.
Part of him almost felt sorry for him, for the expectation that he’d have from fans that he’d sound like him. But another part of him hoped that expectation would crush him and he’d screw it up. It wouldn’t be the ending to Funeral that he wanted, but it would be an ending. Then the guys could make something new for themselves instead, which would be better than dragging Funeral on without him.
***
There was a knock on his door and Matt sighed as he got up, heading to the front door and opening it up to find Lucas there, a smile on his face. “Hey man, mind if I come in?”
“Sure.” Matt put on his best smile, stepping aside to let him in. “How are you doing?” He asked as he led him through into his living room. “How was the tour?”
“I’m doing good, thanks. It was a lot of fun.” He smiled, setting his bag down in front of him and taking a seat. “I just wanted to thank you for recommending me to the guys.”
“I’m glad it went well. And not at all, I’m glad they listened to me.” Matt smiled, glad that was the reason he was here. He had figured he’d come and give him thanks, hopefully that would mean he’d not be here long.
“But I’m also here to say something else.” Lucas’ expression shifted slightly, his smile fading. “I just wanted to say that it’s really shitty what you did to the guys. I thought it when you first told me but didn’t wanna say anything, but after talking to the guys it’s pretty clear you really screwed them over.”
Matt snorted in derision, rolling his eyes. “What, cause I didn’t wanna do these stupid festival dates? So what.”
“You should’ve let the fans know these were the last chance to see you play with them it was…”
“Oh please. The band split years ago, this reunion wasn’t meant to go on this long as it was. They should consider themselves lucky we did that last tour at all.” Matt wasn’t sure what made him say what he thought so openly, but there was something about this guy questioning him that got to him. “Besides.” He waved his hand dismissively at him. “They have you now if they wanna keep the corpse of the band going any longer.”
Lucas gasped at that and maybe Matt shouldn’t have used that wording but it was what he really thought. “You really feel that way huh?”
“Absolutely and I’m not ashamed of that. They should do the decent thing and end Funeral now, start their own thing. And maybe they will once these festivals are done and fans can see Funeral is nothing without me. You’re good but you’re not me and the fans won’t accept you.” He almost regretted saying that, almost. But it was better he heard it now, before he got too attached to Funeral.
“I thought the guys might have been exaggerating, but you really are a shit aren’t you?” He was sure he could see Lucas’ eyes shining, almost on the verge of tears. Matt took no pleasure in it, but he didn’t feel like comforting him.
“I’m just telling you the truth. I’m sorry kid, but it’s something you’ll have to deal with.”
“I can’t believe I used to look up to you.” Lucas whispered and Matt wasn’t sure that he was meant to have heard that.
“Well you know what they say: never meet your heroes.” Matt told him, though he did feel a bit sorry for him at this point. “You’d better go before I disappoint you further.”
Lucas gave him a look, then nodded slightly, almost to himself. Matt got up from where he sat heading out to the entrance hall and he heard Lucas moving to follow him.
And then suddenly everything went black as something went over his head. He wasn’t sure what it was, but instantly clung his skin. He reached up with his hands, trying to feel exactly what it was but all he could felt was that it was something smooth covering his face. He started to panic, his fingers feeling over it, trying to find some way of getting it off. “Just relax, it’s easier that way. Or so I’m told anyway.” Lucas spoke from behind him and he turned around, flailing his arms in his direction. The thing over his face meant he couldn’t see, so he was acting blindly, but Lucas clearly saw it coming and moved away.
Giving up on that Matt tried again to feel the hood covering his face. It went to his neck, but he couldn’t mange to grip the edges enough to pull it off. He opened his mouth to try and yell through the hood but when he did he felt it contort and something filled his mouth like a ball gag, silencing him before he could he even utter a word.
He grunted in frustration, trying to force the ball out with his tongue but it didn’t budge, keeping his lips spread wide. And then he felt something on his tongue, something wet and slimy, oozing from the ball. It tasted like rubber, though was slightly salty too and he wondered if it was his sweat mixing with the rubber somehow. Enough of it filled his mouth that he had no choice but to swallow it, though it did no good as more of it kept dripping onto his tongue.
“Why don’t you put your hands down and come with me back into the living room.” Lucas spoke after a few moments, his voice soft but somehow commanding.
Matt’s hands stopped feeling the rubber hood, falling to his sides and he walked back into the living room, or at least where he assumed it would be.
As soon as he was in there he wondered why he had just followed Lucas’ instructions like that, but at the same time it had felt right to do so. He wasn’t as kinky as some of his former bandmates were but he had indulged a bit so he was familiar with being told what to do, but he’d not pegged Lucas as the sort to be like that. If anything he looked like the type that would be following orders, not giving them.
He felt Lucas’ hands on him, nimbly undoing the zipper of his fly and pushing his trousers and underwear down his legs to the floor. He heard Lucas make a little hmm sound before speaking again. “Arms out.” Matt stuck both of his arms out and Lucas worked on removing his t-shirt, leaving him naked apart from the hood that was covering his head.
He had to admit despite the suddenness of it all there was a strange kind of thrill to all this. Being told what to do, being next to naked, not being able to see. His dick twitched despite himself and he heard Lucas let out a soft laugh, no doubt at the sight of it.
“Now let’s get the rest of this on you.” Lucas lifted his feet one at a time and then pulled something up his legs. Like the hood it clung to his skin and he had to assume it was the same rubber. As soon as he thought that it felt like the gag was leaking more onto his tongue and he swallowed it down with a low moan. Lucas continued pulling it up until every inch of his pale skin was covered in the rubber suit.
It felt right somehow, to be sealed away though he wasn’t sure where that thought had come from. He didn’t have time to dwell on it as he felt something slide between the cheeks of his as, prodding at his hole. He wasn’t sure what it was because the suit was sealed, but he found that it didn’t matter as it eased into of him.
It had been awhile since anything had been inside him, and as the thing filled him up that felt so wrong. The thing, which felt like a dildo, sank into him easily, filling him completely and making him let out another muffled moan. It felt so good to be filled by it, so right and he closed his eyes, savouring stretch if it. He realised, dully, that it was expanding inside him, stretching him open even further.
His cock ached against the rubber of suit and he felt more horny than he’d ever felt in his life. He finally understood Darran’s obsession with rubber now that he was fully encased in it. This felt so incredible.
“I’m not sure exactly how this works, but I can tell that it is working.” Lucas spoke and despite the pleasure of being filled he gave him his full attention, or as full as he could without being able to see him. He felt Lucas’ hand on him, running down the chest of his suit. “Soon there won’t be much of you left.”
Matt wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but if it was important Lucas would tell him so and if it wasn’t he didn’t deserve to know.
Lucas shifted his hand lower until he was cupping the bulge of his crotch. Matt let out another moan at the contact and he heard Lucas chuckle. He started to rub at the bulge slowly, the contact sending waves of pleasure through him. He felt the tip of the dildo start to move, like it was thrusting inside him and it felt like it was wet, leaking something inside him.
“I am told that this is usually done to troublesome people.” Lucas spoke, his voice soft as he continued to rub Matt’s bulge. “And I have to admit from what the others said and the things you said today, you certainly qualify.” A few images flashed over his mind then, his arguments with the band about continuing, the things he had said to them about Funeral’s future, the things he had said to Lucas. The intense emotion associated with them felt overwhelming and that felt wrong.
“But you’re not going to be causing anyone anymore trouble ever again.” For a moment Matt wondered what he meant by that, but the thought faded away almost as soon as it crossed his mind, along with those other thoughts that had been bought back.
All that mattered now was the pleasure of being filled and the way Lucas’ touch felt against his dick. The dildo in him spilled inside him, painting ass with something. A hazy part of him wondered if that should matter but that was drowned out by the pleasure as well as a similar spray on his tongue. “Cum Matt.” Lucas whispered, his fingers pressing against his bulge harder. The words made him orgasm, shooting across the inside of the rubber suit that surrounded him. “There we go.” Lucas withdrew his hand from him. “Now we wait.”
***
Matt wasn’t sure how long he stood there. Time had no meaning inside the suit, not just because he couldn’t see any passage of time but because it didn’t matter. There were a few stray thoughts and emotions that crossed his mind, but they were quickly pushed down, discarded as not important. None of those things mattered. Not his past, not his feelings about Funeral, not the songs that he’d written, not even his sense of self. None of that mattered.
There was a sound, a knock at the door followed by movement as Lucas went to answer it. There was sounds of voices, but Matt couldn’t make them out and even if he could it wasn’t important for him to know what was being said. That was followed by Lucas returning with the other person. “So here he is.”
“Oh wow, he certainly looks the part doesn’t he?” The other voice spoke up. It was unfamiliar to him, though he recognised the accent as being American. “What’re you going to do with him? Gift him to the others as stress relief?”
“Maybe.” Lucas replied, sounding thoughtful. “But for now I think we should have some fun with him.” His fingers stroked Matt’s face, where his eyes would be and he spoke up. “You can see now.” The rubber across them shifted slightly, becoming thinner, more like lenses and he could see Lucas standing in front of him.
He looked different now, not wearing the casual gear he had been in, instead wearing leather pants and a tight black t-shirt. Beside him was a man Matt didn’t recognise, even dimly. He had long dyed blonde hair and wore leather trousers along with a matching jacket. The clothing looked more natural on him somehow than it did Lucas and the mystery man smirked at him. “Oh I can tell that we’re going to have a lot of fun with you.”
Matt felt sure that he was right, despite not really knowing what he meant.
