Serpitae Anime Mortem II E-Book

Michael Feldmann

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Serpitae Anime Mortem
• Sprache: Deutsch

Seitenzahl: 219

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Serpitae Anime Mortem - a mystery word combination with a deep sense. Dive into the world of two men, who fall in love and discover their own path of submission and power. It's the foundation of a master - slave bond that is overcast by a political change.

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Michael Feldmann

Serpitae Anime Mortem II

Submission

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

Titel

Inhalt

Dylan's secret desires

The Changing Room

The uniforms

Let the game begin

Taste

Clear rules

All beginnings are difficult

The adaptive rubber slave

Anal Games

The Games Room

The Collar

The first time in the sling

Ready to use

The horniness increases

The rubber mare

Helpless fuck piece

A Fucking Pleasure

Leather and technology

The PainGame

Power cycles

Scenes of a marriage

Chipped for TERRA NOVA

Bread and games

Controlled by the cock

One last push

A perfect foundation

The basis

A new life

The game is coming to an end

Abstinence as a principle

Clear words

A slave has to learn

The Purge

Everything will be different

A Gift for the Slave

Time for a bath

Mixed feelings

The Forsythe Clan

Concern?

A thank you from the slave

Self-knowledge

The change

Latex and Business Outfit

The wardrobe

Inconceivable

Finally, a little blow job

Precious liquid

A little time pressure

Admiration

The Pick Up

A company car

John Forsythe

A pleasure on four wheels

A man-to-man conversation

John shows his power

Sex with men or women

Like a fish on a fishing rod

The smarter one gives in

The second master's degree

It's time for a new beginning

The devil vanishes

Home Alone

An evening is coming to an end

Sex or intoxication

A call from John

John can't wait

Changes

A man without inhibitions

Words from the father-in-law

Finally home

Pleasure and pain

Caution is advised

Side effects

The next morning

The new dress code

The effect of the chip

A Conversation with Clare

Comforting words or not?

Communication via app

Learning by doing

Clear demands

Confusing thoughts

Slave 69853

On the way to work

Executing Commands

Sarcasm

Announcements for the evening

Calito’s Junction

Men in uniform

Compulsory vaccination

Lost control

Timeout

Master J. commands

A reprimand from the master

Submissive reverence

A well-known voice

Humiliation

Reward

The Game of the Stranger

Control

Master J.'s Rules

Insight

A warning

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Dylan's secret desires

Dylan's words sounded like music to Tony's ears. In the courtroom, he probably would have hated him for attacking him in that arrogant and condescending tone, but the situation couldn't be more fitting. Doris was gone and the exuberant sex game, which had made an appetizing start in his apartment, was allowed to come to a head. Strangely enough, shortly after Dylan had started to speak, he had lowered his head. The roles here were clear and he enjoyed doing his best in this role. Footsteps moved away with a resounding echo, but it became quieter from step to step. Tony froze in his reverent posture until nothing more could be heard. As ordered, he pulled the TERRA NOVA card out of his pocket and placed it in the dark bowl that stood bulbous and empty in front of him on the dresser. Just before he let go of her, he hesitated for a moment.

"Was it right to hand in the card without further explanation?" He was unsure. Dylan wanted to enlighten him about TERRA NOVA. Maybe it would be better to keep the card in your possession until that time.

He looked up and looked into the modern mirror, which literally invited him to do so above the bowl on the wall. Looking in the mirror, he simply dropped the card.

Dylan had gone away, but voices could be heard in the distance. Weren't they alone after all, as he had suspected? Doubts arose in him and his heart immediately beat faster.

How well did he actually know the defense lawyer? He didn't know much about this man, who looked dazzling, but according to most people Tony knew personally, he went over dead bodies to make a profit. Weren't there also serial killers who captivated victims with their feigned charm and their faces, only to breathe their lives out shortly afterwards? Without even thinking about it, he instinctively reached for the business card he had just thrown into the bowl. A voice in his head, which sounded quiet and threatening, but also worried, warned him to simply let go of the laminated paper, which was perhaps so valuable after all.

The votes did not stop. The more intensively he listened and got used to the otherwise eerie silence, the more clearly fragments of Dylan's words could be heard.

"I .... I am aware. TERRA NOVA ... above all. …. Stupidity... People. It... no other way out."

What Tony heard, even if he didn't understand the immediate context, made him shiver. The voice of the defense lawyer sounded excited and full of hatred. He was definitely talking to someone. There were short pauses, but again and again a digital-looking, slightly distorted voice could be heard, like the key of a human intelligence in the form of a robot.

It sounded inhuman, without feeling, even if Tony didn't understand a word, no matter how hard he tried. However, this was to change abruptly. The voice suddenly became louder.

"It's time for a new beginning, otherwise the elite will perish. TERRA NOVA will rise through the destruction of the jaded society. Humans are like lemmings. Just let one jump over the edge of the cliff. The rest jump behind without thinking. The rampage was only a barely noteworthy action to panic the people. The virus, fueled by media and propaganda, will push our goal very far forward. Believe me, a thorough cleaning will take place in the foreseeable future. Everyone gets what they deserve."

After these clearly audible words, there was a clicking sound and it became as quiet as a mouse. Tony realized how quickly a situation could change. Just a few minutes ago, nothing had been more important to him than to be a submissive sex slave who would surrender himself to his master's wishes without a will, but at that moment he would have liked to leave the house. Something was wrong with Dylan. Everyone had some kind of body in the basement, but this was a mass grave. He was annoyed with himself.

"Are you already changing your clothes?" Dylan's voice seemed to come from the same room above from which the other voice had been heard before, but he spoke a lot louder now.

The Changing Room

Tony quickly opened the door of the room where the clothes were ready for him, and then slammed them shut with a loud thud. The criminal defense lawyer should not suspect anything.

"Excuse me, did you say something to me? I was in the process of changing. Please give me a few more minutes. I'm visibly nervous. There has never been a situation like this for me before."

"No rush. I am good. Try to put on what you find on the silent servant alone. Then come up to me. I'll do the rest. Especially since the finishing touches can only be done by me anyway. Do you like your slave clothes?"

Tony actually had no idea what Dylan had in store for him until now, since he hadn't left the hallway yet. His host was not allowed to know that.

"I can't put it into words." There was a small pause. "What you have chosen for me leaves me speechless. I hope that it will all suit me."

"Don't worry. I did some research. The latex suit, for example, is tailored exactly to your figure. You have no idea what I've found out about you behind your back. Use the donning aid before you get ready for me. This makes it child's play. At least for what you can do yourself. As soon as you are with me, you will be my puppet; my shiny rubber sex toy. Enough words. I've been so horny all the time that I'm about to cum in my suit pants. If that happens, you will certainly be punished for it. Then you will know what will happen to you if you oppose me."

Tony swallowed. Dylan's words acted like knife stabs to the chest. Was that a threat? What did the defense lawyer know about him? As charming as this elegant gray mottled man was, he seemed sinister at the same time.

The uniforms

He tried to suppress the words, which were undoubtedly intended to be a warning to him. He noticed how excellently the acoustics worked in this house. Dylan was definitely on the first floor, but his voice sounded like he was just one room away.

Full of excitement, he stroked the shiny latex suit that presented itself to him on the mute servant. The smell alone almost drove him crazy. Some people lived only in the NOW and HERE, and for that he admired them; but he wanted to do exactly the same thing now. Life was usually a mousetrap, but you had to enjoy it as long as you could get hold of at least a piece of cheese without risk. The smart businessman offered him a big piece of it and he just couldn't and didn't want to say no. As if in slow motion, he pulled the rubber skin from the wooden stand and licked the black layer with relish. The suit had been soaked in silicone. A slightly bitter, strange taste spread through his mouth, but he couldn't get enough. The horniness and the thought of being wrapped in a shiny rubber toy in a few minutes and being injected by the fleshy pleasure piston of a dapper man made his heart beat faster. The moment counted and everything else was very far away.

Dylan had thought of everything. The rubber in Tom's hand felt like the result of a snake's skin, except that he wouldn't strip it off, but put it on. For him, it was like losing his virginity. He had never been able to dress completely in latex, because this opportunity had never arisen. He simply needed an announcement, a dominant voice that made him feel that he was only a living being on the lowest level, who had to serve his master and only had to take care of the fulfillment of his desires. Starting from the toes, his body disappeared into the black shell. He had never worn toe socks before, or even known that such a thing existed. It felt good. The latex acted like Viagra. Tom's cock stood like a one. He squeezed his stiff member through the cock ring attached to the suit, which was probably intentionally only a small diameter. After he had pressed his balls against the thick latex wreath, they eventually gave way and slipped through. His genitals were instantly encased in the black anatomical sheath.

"What's going on down there?" Dylan's voice sounded impatient. "Thou shalt not put down roots. Or are you already jerking the slime out of your club? Maybe it was a mistake to choose you for my services. There are enough contenders who queue up if you don't understand your rank here. I'll give you 3 more minutes. Then you kneel in front of me and lick my leather shoes."

Tony didn't want to waste any time now. He would be pretty stupid if he were to jeopardize everything he was already wearing halfway on his skin and perhaps had to expect right away for a delay. That couldn't happen under any circumstances.

"I beg your pardon, sir. It will certainly not happen again." Without consciously exercising it, he gave his voice a submissive expression.

There was no reaction, but he didn't necessarily expect that. Although he had taken off his wristwatch, he did not want to lose any time.

Even though he was now under time pressure, he felt good. The latex suit stuck perfectly to his body. Tony took a quick look in the mirror, which had been placed on wheels in the middle of the room next to the silent servant. Dylan had wanted him to see his reflection in the mirror. Every movement of his body, every breath made itself felt under the tight latex skin.

The problems of everyday life, Speed's death, TERRA NOVA, everything was very far away, and Tony wanted nothing more at that moment than for it to stay that way. He felt comfortable and safe in this rubber cover.

Let the game begin

With a last look in the mirror, he put on the latex mask decorated with O-rings and collar. Certainly, his first transformation on his own was not yet perfect, but Dylan would already apply the finishing touches. He was sure of that. After all, he didn't want to overstep the mark and exceed the time span. He moved slowly towards the stairs. Each movement of its shiny rubber body produced an unusual creaking sound. It almost seemed like a very special stimulating music that was supposed to heat up both him and his dominant playing partner. Almost like a song of sirens, whose exultant voice brought the way to the doom of the helpless sailors. These sounds were stimulating, seductive and just shouldn't stop. Tony enjoyed every single movement, which always produced a rubber tone. When he reached the top, he stopped for a moment. There were so many doors on this floor. Behind each of them could be his expectant play partner. The visible area was darkened by the locked doors. Tony's eyes got used to the difference in light and he noticed a small gap in the light on the second door frame. To confirm him, this very door was opened wider a moment later, as if by magic. Without thinking about it, the rubber slave walked with squeaky steps through the opening into the room, where Dylan was waiting for him, legs apart in tight leather clothes. Provocatively, the well-built man, whose leather body was illuminated by light rays of the setting evening sun through the cracks of the blinds, looked at his rubber toy, which froze shortly after entering and went to his knees in front of him.

"We still have to tweak your outfit a little, you good-for-nothing. Be glad that you have such a conscientious gentleman who shows you uniquely what you have to pay attention to."

There was a small pause. Tony didn't know exactly what he had to do. Full of awe, he lowered his rubber head downwards. "I am malleable, sir." Her sex slave is at the beginning of his development phase and promises to become a docile rubber fuck piece."

Dylan grinned contentedly. "Well, that sounds like a beginning, but what did I tell you down? You don't seem to be the brightest light under the sun, rubber piece. 3 minutes time. How should you receive your Lord up here?"

Tony remembered. He was just too nervous and had forgotten that he had to suck his master's cock immediately.

"I ..." He didn't get any further. At that very moment, Dylan had vented the thick leather bump in the stem of his tight pants and opened the zipper with a light blow downwards. He walked towards his rubber sex toy, which, like a frightened fawn in the light of an approaching vehicle, had no chance to swerve. The stiff piston shot directly forward like a catapult, with the fleshy glans wetting the slave's rubber lips, intentionally or unintentionally.

"You're going to learn, good-for-nothing, and fast, what it means to serve Dylan McLean. In my hands you will be shaped into a marionette, rubberized or in leather. Just as I want it to be. You move when I wish. You think, if I allow it. If you develop well in your training, you will learn what your role in TERRA NOVA can mean."

Without him having come, a sticky drop of pleasure had already formed in the opening of his glans, which he noticed with a look down.

Before a light thread separated from the head of the glans through the teardrop-shaped accumulation, he spread the mouth of his toy with the fingers of his left hand and rammed his fleshy chunk into the cave ready to receive without mercy. Tony immediately felt this bitter taste, but it was almost impossible to swallow. Dylan's injection of pleasure drilled deeper and deeper into the oral cavity until it couldn't go any further. A feeling of helplessness, panic, but also extreme horniness spread in his head. Tears welled up in his eyes. His head was held as if in a screw clamp. The fascinating businessman, who had so many facets about him, knew exactly what he was doing.

Taste

"Do you like that, you horny piece of rubber? Just don't think I'm rewarding you with my protein load now. I'm just wondering what would happen if my cock was even longer. Although I can already feel that the tip of my glans touches your cone in the throat."

Even if Tony had found this statement funny, he didn't have a chance to express himself in any form at the moment. His head was fixed by his master's vice-like hands and the tail thundered back and forth with alternating violent or calm movements. A gagging sensation came up in him, but the sounds associated with it sank into the oral cavity.

"I notice how greedily the horny rubber pig expects the gentleman to shoot his load into the throat of the good-for-nothing toad. Unfortunately, you got yourself wrong. You can blow as long as you want, although I would have absolutely nothing against it, but you should know that I am not only your master, but also a master to my own feelings. An orgasm does not necessarily mean that it will be noticeable through my load. Your still a little clumsy sucking certainly has a little potential and can be expanded, but I could, if I had wanted to, have injected my juice in your mouth cunt several times. You should know one thing, and I tell you this as a friend and master. I've achieved everything I wanted in my life so far. My father had already taught me at a very young age that a person can always come first by manipulating his environment, whether family, friends or work colleagues. You just have to want it and, if you have to, walk over dead bodies."

Dylan's words sounded almost like a sermon, but ironically, he didn't stop fucking his rubber slave's fixated head as he spoke. This situation overwhelmed Tony. He realized that at that moment he was not the sweet lover of a handsome man in a Hollywood tearjerker. The leathered man, who was just letting off steam his masculinity in him, was in the process of inserting him as a cog in the movement of TERRA NOVA. But the worst thing about it was his own thoughts. In this situation, he wanted nothing more than for Dylan to train him to be his rubberized sex slave, no matter what it would mean for his own future. It all fit together like a perfect puzzle. The feeling of being completely tied up in this tight, shiny material, the smell of leather, latex and sweat, or the submissive attitude towards the man, which for him was the expression of pure masculinity.

The list that was just piling up in his head would certainly not end. He tried to speak and make it clear to Dylan how comfortable he felt at that moment, but only grunting sounds came out, which intensified the gag reflex.

Clear rules

"Do you want to tell me something, worm? Very commendable, but with my boner in your mouth you will need a little practice before you are ready. But I see the effort and will reward you for it. After all, I shouldn't be accused of being a monster. If you're not allowed to swallow my protein load, you should at least get to sip my male gold nectar. Surely you have already become a little thirsty due to this unfamiliar activity and your air-impermeable uniform. Before I deal with your tight rubber ass, you may enjoy my piss. It's convenient that my new rubber toy has two openings that you can fill as you like. A woman has a clear advantage because of her pussy, but I'm a modest person. Time comes, advice comes. If I can clearly see how malleable you are developing, I will also work on it. Such a dripping rubber pussy, which non-verbally thirsts for my permanent boner, is from time to time fully in my interest, slave. But since you should understand that one slave is enough for me for the multitude of my sexual desires, we will solve this gender problem together. For the beginning, it is enough if you provide me with your God-given pleasure holes. In addition, I have real pressure on the belt right now. A human urinal is something wonderful."

Tony felt the slight, short movement in his mouth, as if someone had turned on a faucet to which a winding garden hose was connected. Then his oral cavity was flooded and an indefinable taste took hold. The magnificent cock of his leather stallion was so deep in his mouth that the piss almost automatically ran down his throat. Controlled by the swallowing reflex, the scenario seemed like feeding a greedy glutton.

"I like that, rubber slave. Surely you were raised with the bottle as a baby. The pacifier movements are very professional. So we both get something out of it. I wouldn't have been able to hold my juice much longer."

With a sigh of relief, he pulled his cock out of the rubberized mouth opening, still a few drops of glans coming off.

All beginnings are difficult

"We still have to work on that in the future, you good-for-nothing." A small puddle spread out below the now limp tail, which despite everything protruded a little triumphantly with the still bulging balls from the narrow leather slit of the tight pants. Dylan leaned forward a little, the shiny leather creaking against his body. Reproachfully, he pointed his finger at the barely recognizable stain that had formed on the tiled floor.

"Don't let me look obtrusive, my rubber object, but such traces must not be created in the first place. Lick up my precious nectar, which you are wasting senselessly. I am very disappointed that you do not appreciate the noble gifts of your master. Kiss the floor with your unprofessional slave mouth and lick up my juice. I want to hear smacking sounds that express how much you appreciate your Lord's gifts. By the way, you should also learn that licking services of a rubber servant are part of his daily bread. I have to admit that a floor that hasn't been cleaned for a few days isn't necessarily the ideal start to your tongue work, but you'll soon be able to enjoy caring for my leather or rubber body and my boots or shoes with your mouth pussy flap."

In order to add a little emphasis to the importance of the matter, he now pressed the rubber head of his sex toy down with extreme force.

Greedily slurping, Tony's tongue glided over the wet spot on the floor. Chuckling and smacking, he enjoyed carrying out the command of his master, who had now stood with his legs apart over his body and was watching him from above.

"Very good, you bitch. I would love to piss another load now. I like how greedily you inhale your master's gold juice. But I think that we have practiced enough in the area of piss games for the moment. When I look at your tight rubber ass from up here, you're just making my decision about what comes next. It doesn't get more seductive than this. The shiny ass grotto is literally screaming to be fucked."

That was exactly what Tony really wanted, even if it was probably inappropriate to tell Dylan. His role in this game was clear. He was there to follow his master's sex fantasies like a rubber doll from an erotic mail-order company, just in a living version. The puddle had been removed. Dylan's piss had a different taste on the floor than straight from the tap. When licking it up, small dust fluff and even a small crumb had accumulated on his tongue, but mixed with saliva and master piss, no matter what it was, he had just swallowed and let everything disappear in his body.

The adaptive rubber slave

Like a small child who wanted to get a reward from his mother after his work was done, he went with his head to the side so that Dylan could see the almost dry and cleaned tile from above. He continued to maintain the stooped position. His head had moved to the side, but his mouth could still have kissed another tile, on the side of his lick. In principle, his submissive attitude had not changed after the work was done. His own breath, which immediately landed its way back in his face through the floor tiles, like a boomerang, had taken on a smell that was interesting to him, but indefinable. To an outsider, it was a picture for the gods. A rubber slave, crouching submissively on the floor, and above him his muscular leather master, who observes his sex toy in a straight posture.

"No doubt you understand quickly, Tony. I will certainly never carry you on my hands, but if this is what you imagine for our togetherness in the future, and you accept where your position in society will be, I promise you that both your sexual desires, which are of course secondary, and my daily growing desire for use and dominance will be more than fulfilled."

Tony still remained on the ground. In his stooped posture, which let the tight layer of latex stretch over his body, he noticed how slowly a film of moisture formed between his human skin and his slave skin. It just felt good.

Then a strong hand grabbed him under the armpit and pulled him up.

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