The Anwalt Saga - Two lives E-Book

Michael Feldmann

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: The Lawyer Saga
• Sprache: Deutsch

Seitenzahl: 112

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Mark and Ben, two very different characters are fascinated by their fascination of rubber. Mark becomes the rubber toy, he always wanted to be. Ben, a well known lawyer, enjoys this dark side of his life as the dominating part in this relationship. Mark is an excellent choice to fullfil his own naughty needs.

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Michael Feldmann

The Anwalt Saga - Two lives

Two lives

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

Titel

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Impressum neobooks

Chapter 1

The Anwalt Saga – Part VII

Two Lives

Mark woke up drenched in sweat and instinctively reached next to him. The blinds were automatically raised and rays of sunlight spread like small spotlights in the bedroom. Ben lay next to him and snored quietly to himself.

The last night had been exhausting for both of them, even if the lawyer would never admit such a thing to himself. The experiences at the rest area felt like a naughty, wet dream from which you were woken up abruptly and only had fragmentary pieces of the puzzle of the events in your head, if at all.

He turned to the side and looked at the runner next to the bed. There was still proof that the previous night had been real. A lifeless, but even now seductive-looking rubber doll face looked at him from empty eye sockets. The silicone breasts were still fixed in the shiny latex suit covered in dried beads of sweat and the skin-colored nipples still peeked out of the slightly open zippers of the cup holder. The presentation and use by complete strangers who pumped their love juice into a submissive rubber doll did not correspond to the romantic image he had in mind when he had a perfect love affair with Ben, but he simply needed this kind of role-play and felt comfortable in it when Ben ordered it and enjoyed the lovemaking with other men.

Quietly he sat up straight and looked carefully to the side again. The lawyer was still asleep.

Snow White, who often wandered around at night, had made herself comfortable in her plush dog basket in the open dressing room. She looked up at Mark for a moment and then tilted her head to the side again. A moment later, her steady breathing could be heard again.

Mark carefully packed up the rubber doll outfit so as not to make an unnecessary noise and quietly crept down the stairs to the ground floor. He wanted to clean and hang up the latex clothing in the washroom. In the bathroom next to the bedroom, he would certainly have woken Ben up relatively quickly by the noise. In his opinion, Ben was already relatively exhausted by his job and the stress with Förster, even if he would never admit it, of course.

The thought of the upcoming wedding made Mark happy. He was sure that a life with the city's star lawyer could only be perfect. The part-time job at the Rubber's Empire was a thing of the past, even if the sexual practices of the previous night had a similar aftertaste. But it was something else. He had to serve as the lawyer wanted. Wearing the latex mask had clouded his vision a little, but he hadn't missed the shine in Ben's eyes when the biker in the black leather suit had violently ridden the innocent rubber doll. It was part of their contract, which he had signed some time ago, but also part of their relationship. Life on the outside remained unaffected. During the day, both men go about their jobs and will continue to do so in the future. This passionate rubber addiction and the game between dominance and submissiveness was just the other side of their life together. A world of passion, greed and taboo-free sex, in which friendship with like-minded people did not necessarily play a superficial role. The only thing that mattered there was the jubilant smell of the sweat-soaked latex and the satisfaction of sexual desires, whatever they looked like.

When he reached the bottom, Maria ran into him whistling.

"Señor Mark, a wonderful good morning. How about a hot cup of strong coffee? For me, the mill doesn't get moving in the morning without this miracle cure."

She looked at him smiling and questioningly. It didn't seem to bother her that he was transporting latex utensils in a rectangular plastic tub. The silicone he had removed from the cups of the latex suit crowned the contents on top like a delicious candy on a cupcake.

Mark would have liked to quickly throw something over the transparent plastic tub to hide the contents, but actually it was already too late for that anyway. Maria had already disappeared again without having said a word. He heard her fiddling with the coffee machine.

"If Señor Mark still has to do laundry, I put the cup on the dining room table. Is that right?"

He was visibly relieved. In the time with Ben he had already become a lot more relaxed, but such an experience always threw him back years and he would have liked to stand in the corner and be ashamed like little five-year-old Mark used to be.

"Very well, Maria."

Chapter 2

His voice sounded a little shaky. He was annoyed with himself.

In the washroom it always smelled slightly of latex. This room and the smell associated with it always evoked a feeling of carelessness and purity in him. In the truest sense of the word. Lost in thought, he took every single utensil of the rubber doll out of the container and placed it on a PVC blanket that he had spread out on the floor and had used for such purposes several times. After yesterday's operation, it was advisable to clean the heavily used rubber garments of the previous night in the washing machine. With the special latex detergent, which Ben had stowed away on a shelf next to the washing machine, the rubber doll would certainly shine in new splendour afterwards. He only had to wash the silicone breasts and the doll mask by hand. The mask with the glued-on eyelashes and the tits were just too soft and too sensitive for the spin cycles of the washing machine. In the meantime, Mark had a routine in such washing actions.

A short time later, he was already sitting in Maria's kitchen and enjoying the spicy coffee. She was fully immersed in her work and warbled to the music of a Mexican singer, which she had saved on the small music system via Spotify.

The lawyer had not yet stirred upstairs. Mark didn't want to wake him. Once the lawyer had a chance to get a little more sleep, he should have it.

The start of the day was more than unusual for Mark. Until now, Ben had always left the house when he had to get up. It was clear to him that, of course, everyday life with the usual routine had to find its way back into his routine. Financially, he was able to keep his head above water for a short dry spell, but he didn't really feel comfortable with the thought of just living for the day.

The coffee tasted excellent again and revived his tired bones. The hours in latex had definitely been exhausting, even though he hadn't really had a big task as a rubber doll, except to please the men who had ridden him to the point of ejaculation.

Although he longed very much for a session with Ben in the rubber vault, this function as a rubber under the eyes of his master appealed to him very much. The sparkle in the eyes of the lawyer when he was taken like a will-less rubber by different squirting types had not escaped him in the respective situation, despite the obstruction of view under the rubberdoll mask.

All in all, the circumstances were so perverse that it was absolutely cool again. Ben was paid by men who wanted to shoot their juice into a rubber, and he helped make that happen. Furtively, he looked into the modern mirror mounted on the wall on the right side of the dining room table. What he saw was a good man with a modern short beard and in his prime, who looked as if he had just come out of the Bible group. No one would trust him to have a second identity that would put his everyday life in such a completely different light.

"Would Señor Mark like beans with bacon?"

Maria stood in front of him and smiled at him.

"You seem to be far away with your thoughts."

It was a good thing she couldn't guess what he was thinking about. He smiled back automatically.

"I think it's probably best if I wake Ben up with a cup of sweet coffee. Even if he sleeps unusually long, I think he will resent me if I leave him upstairs. The work that remains in the law firm has to be put on the back burner anyway."

"Yes, Mr. Mark."

Maria had already poured a large cup of coffee and handed it to Mark.

"Was the last night of the two lovebirds so intense?"

She grinned.

"Who knows!

Mark really didn't know what to answer so spontaneously. She could really be very direct at times and had her heart on her sleeve. He got up without saying another word and went upstairs.

The lawyer was still snoring to himself, almost in unison with Snow White, who had made herself comfortable next to him at chest height. Mark pressed a tender kiss on his cheek and held the fragrant coffee in front of his nose.

Slowly, the lawyer got moving. Blinking he opened his eyes and looked ahead a little confused at first. He stretched and felt to the side, where the little pug lady, who was also torn from her sleep, licked his left nipple.

"Stop it, Snow White, it's tickling."

The little dog lady panted at him happily. The little curly tail turned like an uncontrolled propeller in all directions.

"Good morning, beautiful man".

He looked up in love at Mark, who was still holding the cup with the hot pick-me-up in his hand.

"I guess you have to get up, Ben. As far as I'm concerned, you could lie in bed all day, but I know you can't afford a break at the law firm that more or less unplanned messes up your schedule."

"What time is it, little one?"

Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

"10:32 a.m., Mr. Lawyer."

Ben jerked off.

Chapter3

"Oh, my God. What a fiasco. Can you please call Doris and tell her that I'll be at the office around noon? Something like this has never happened to me before."

Mark leaned over to him and stroked his muscular chest.

"Last night was worth it, lawyer. I really enjoyed it and I know it was a great experience for you too."

Ben took the cup and took a big sip.

"Indeed, little one. That's it."

"For that, you can probably treat yourself to a little time out for once. I call Doris immediately. Take a shower in peace. I'll lay out a three-piece suit, a white shirt and a matching tie for you. Maria makes us beans with bacon. You should have that much time before you go back to the lion's den."

Ben grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him over to him. He kissed so passionately. His tongue tasted like strongly spicy coffee. Mark would have liked to crawl back into bed with him, but he knew that wasn't possible.

"Do you think we have a little time for ourselves tonight, lawyer? There are so many things in your playroom that I would like to be introduced to as soon as possible."

"With pleasure, little one. There is not that much on the agenda today in terms of dates. But I have an important meeting with a lawyer from Munich. It is a case that extends over the whole of Germany, so a cooperation could be of great help to him. His client has lived in our city for years and has been looked after by me several times in the past. Actually, he wanted to go to the Outback Distillery with me in the evening. You know, this new hip shed opened by 3 celebrity chefs. But I'm sure I'll be able to postpone it until tomorrow. Max Eitlinger, that's the name of the colleague from Bavaria, will stay for a few days, as he has other important appointments. Of course, a role-playing game with my rubber slave takes precedence. You have to set priorities."

"That's how I see it, lawyer. I don't know at all how I'm going to survive a day without rubber. Even after I cleaned the doll's outfit, I could have slipped back into the shiny second skin immediately."

"Nice, little one. That's how it should be. On the one hand, I love my neat three-piece suit for the law firm, but you don't know how often my thoughts are far elsewhere. It's a good thing that my clients or Doris can't look into my head. No one would be able to cope with so much rubber and perversion as is concentrated there."

He paused for a moment.