Night Time Tryst: Electric Tryst-a-two

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Tyler got up from his little alone time in his room, a little more refreshed and no longer having to worry about showing off to this family by accident as he shuffled downstairs in only his pyjamas. It was a long weekend after all and none of his friends were around so no need to get dressed. He’s not like Mom and Dad who don’t get tired because cape stuff and thus wear their daytime clothes all the time unless they were “in the mood”.

As he grabbed the coffee and started to fill his mug, Tyler spotted his older sister Taylor coming down which was certainly a surprise. It wasn’t often that Taylor came down later than Tyler, mostly due to his alone time lasting a fair while. Taylor herself looked rather dishevelled, her hair stuck out all over the place like she’d been tossing and turning, her pyjamas were rumpled and looked like someone else had put them on her. She moved with a sluggish zombie-like walk as she shuffled next to Tyler and the counter. 

Already knowing what she’d want, Tyler reached to a cabinet and pulled down her morning tea and a mug for her. Taylor smiled at him before she took her place beside him while he loaded up on the cream and sugar for his coffee. He wasn’t at Dad’s level yet of being able to take it black, but at least he now only took it with two cream and sugar rather than triple triple. 

Taylor of course just had milk to go with her tea.

“Rough night?” Tyler asked lightly as he stirred his coffee, missing entirely how Taylor’s face lit up in a deep blush. She muttered something first before answering.

“Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night,” as she said that Tyler winced, knowing the feeling. Of course, when he did, it was usually a continuous series of something waking him up at every hour. 

“Damn,” was all Tyler said as he wandered over to the fridge. On it was a note:

Hey Kids,

You might not have heard, but an alert just came up. There was an attack on an oil tanker that went south for both the villains and the heroes, so we got asked to help deal with the spillage by Dragon. We should be back by late tonight, so while Danny is getting the stuff ready, I’ve made everyone some meals, and make sure Terrance eats all of his food. He always only eats a little bit and then says he’s done. The twins were having a sleep over at their friend’s place but I’ve already asked if they could stay over at least until we go and pick them up hopefully later today. If we’re not back by 8pm tonight, please pick them up from their friend’s place. Also if we are still not back by Monday, please take the twins to school, unlike for you two; the twins don’t have a long weekend.

~Love you lots~

Mom & Dad.

P.S. – Taylor, Stay out of the basement!

“Hey Mom and Dad are gone,” Tyler said as he looks over to Taylor who in turn looks up, a little surprised. 

“Oh? What happened?”

“Villains caused an oil spill, Dragon called.”

“Okay, sounds good. Lady Daemon and Daemon are out to save the day,” she said, referring to the name that Annette and Danny got roped in with due to their little heroing stunts. Originally people assumed Daemon was a case 53 or a wannabe vigilante Mannequin, up until Annette entered the scene a while after and things eventually got somewhat explained. 

Their official story, however, didn’t stop the people online from coming up with certain ideas though. Most people believe the official story that Lady Daemon made the suit that Daemon wore so that they could both be heroes and help clean up Brockton somewhat. Then there are the crack pot theories out there that Daemon is actually a sex robot for Lady Daemon that she likes to pretend is a person who wants to go be a hero. Others think that Daemon might actually have converted some woman into his toy and covered her in her latex suit and is actually mind controlled by him to pretend that she’s a cape. Then there are kind of funny theories like Annette and Danny are actually Succubi and Incubi from Hell on a dastardly mission to corrupt the youth or something.

The Haven fandom is a riot sometimes.

“Oh and Mom says to stay out of the basement,” he said, grinning as Taylor’s face exploded into a deep red blush. She turned away from Tyler; not dignifying him with a response as she instead proceeded to flee the room, not even grabbing her meal from the fridge. Letting out a chuckle, Tyler instead grabbed the prepared breakfast meals for them both and started to put his cooking skills to the test.

Those cooking skills being in determining how long the meals should be in the microwave.

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Lying back, Tyler relaxed in front of the TV, playing his video games. The game was mostly just a game about killing the undead while being a death knight and working along side a vampire maid wishing to destroy her master. All in all kind of dumb fun that he was sinking hours upon hours into until at some point he stretched and realised that he was stiff as heck, and that he was already starting to feel hungry again. Pausing, he looked over to the clock and noticed that it was already noon. 

Standing up, Tyler wandered over to the kitchen and poked his head in. Taylor was usually around and cooking something if she was up and about, yet the kitchen was empty. Raising an eyebrow, Tyler wandered over to the fridge and opened it up, pulling out some kind of peanut butter balls with granola or something in them and popped a few in his mouth. Where was Taylor?

Grabbing something to down the tasty treat, Tyler guzzled the juice as he remembered the note.

Stay out of the basement!

Had she gone down there? It would be the perfect time to do so. Mom and Dad were gone and she could probably be in and out of there quickly enough to check whatever it was she sometimes did down there that got Mom to specifically say not to go down there.

Though what exactly?

Oh right, Mom’s a latex tinker and Dad’s a mind control tinker. She’s probably got some kinky shit going on down there.

Kinky shit that he could use as blackmail to get her to do his English project rather than just help him. Granted he’d never share it outside of the family, but Emma’s family and she’s already got a million embarrassing photos of them so he could use Emma as the recipient so Emma could force Taylor to be her fetish dress up doll again. That or just tell her that he’d tell Mom and Dad she’d gone down stairs when they said not to. That’d work since no doubt Taylor’s got some embarrassing photos of him herself that she could use as her own bit of blackmail. Then they’d both be dressing up for Emma as a sexy duo rather than just one or the other.

A plan now in place, Tyler grinned as he walked over to the basement door. Testing it, the thing swung open with ease. She was down there for sure. Staying near the wall as to keep the stairs from creaking, Tyler slowly made his way down, his phone already out and at the ready. Peeking around the corner, he looked around his parent’s lab…

And nothing. No Taylor, just Mom and Dad’s work stations. Raising an eyebrow, kind of like Spock did in Dad’s old Star Trek VHS tapes, Tyler stepped into the room proper. There was Mom’s Latex generator in the corner, where she made her special latex, Dad’s original hypnosis chair which he first tested out on Mom. It was all consensual since they’d already been dating long before according to Mom but they wanted to spice up their relationship…

And now that Tyler thought about that now that he wasn’t five years old… ew, that’s just, ew.

Though considering that Mom’s a latex tinker, and Dad’s a mind control tinker… Maybe when he gets a girl friend he could try it out with her. A serious girl friend, not just a fling with Victoria that petered out once she got powers and started looking for “someone better.”

That had hurt for a while. She apologised for it later, on one of her and Gallant’s off times but he wasn’t going to fall for that again so he just politely told her no. Thank God Emma wasn’t there or she’d have bitched the girl out in an instant. 

Not really sure what to do, Tyler kept looking around; maybe he could find what exactly Taylor had potentially played with earlier. He could tease her about it, since considering Mom’s a latex tinker, it was probably something kinky. He wasn’t supposed to know, but he’d seen Taylor admiring how Mom and Dad looked all latexed up, how in her diary she wrote about how she wanted to wear one of Mom and Dad’s suits one day, and not for innocent reasons. 

Tyler snickered. Granted, he wouldn’t mind joining in the fun either, and… well the times he’d ended up searching up a picture of Mom and Dad in their costumes to draw his favourite super heroes… well he’d kind of had an awakening, a proper one because it wasn’t Mom and Dad heading out right before he went to bed far too late at night. Kind of made him wonder…

But of course, Dad was a taller man than him since his height skipped a generation in men and Taylor seemingly won the height lottery. The one time he tried Dad’s stuff out it hadn’t fit right at all. He could ask Mom, but like hell was he going to just ask her for a suit, not after… well after he realised how close her and Dad’s stuff were to fetish outfits.

They’d see right through his question in a second.

As his hand trailed along Dad’s desk, he noticed that there was one thing that stuck out on the desk there. A mask. Curious, Tyler picked it up. It looked like some kind of bondage gear he’d seen online, the kind that mixed pet play and bondage. Kinky girl. Not that he blamed his sister, but he could tease her about it. Maybe get her a collar for her birthday along with her actual gift. It’d be a good revenge prank gift for the full hair care kit and the hand drawn “free spa ticket” she’d given him just because he didn’t want to go to a hair shop and get his hair cut. He was fine with his hair, he didn’t need her helping him out with it. So what if it was a bit frizzy with split ends? He wasn’t going to spend the morning grooming it like he was some kind of girl, he had… books he wanted to read, or videos he wanted to watch, or a million other things other than grooming his hair or making him look “presentable” as Mom said.

He still gave into Mom’s whims she’d do it for him, but that was because when Mom wanted it done, it was easier to just let it happen.

Snickering, Tyler took a picture of it and prepared to put it back down when suddenly a black mass exploded out the back of it. Black goo landed on Tyler’s face while pink tendrils shot out from the mask, sliding around his head rapidly. The goo swiftly traveled down his body, rippling downwards under his clothes, and over them. Then with eyes wide, Tyler saw a reddish mass emerge out from the snout of the mask, the shape of it looked a lot like a canine cock as Tyler raised his hands, but was too late as the pink tendrils pulled the mask to his face. 

His vision vanished and he hadn’t realised his mouth was open until the rubbery taste of latex dick smashed into his mouth, battering his teeth aside and flattened his tongue. It nearly went far enough to make him gag and he made a sound. His hands flew to his face, trying to pull at the mask, but like Mom and Dad’s capture devices, there was no give, the thing binding to his skin in a way that only Mom’s tinkering could undo, and he hadn’t though to look for her latex-disintegration ray gun. 

As he struggled, Tyler felt a mass start to form on his chest, and nearly toppled over as the sudden shift in weight forced him to widen his stance. In an instant, there was a pressure on his chest that hadn’t been there before, like he’d put on a way too tight shirt. Reacting more than consciously thinking to do so, in a panic Tyler pulled off his shirt, the thing getting stuck on what felt like his chest before he got it off and tossed it to the ground. Reaching down, Tyler felt large breasts taking form, the surface of them sensitive to the touch, and still growing as he felt his pants themselves starting to get tight as the latex spread down his legs, and had already reached past his ass. 

Throwing the rest of his clothes off, Tyler felt the latex continuing down to fully engulf his body. His fingers binding together and curling them, something connecting to his spine, the feeling of a tail, and-

“Mmmmh!” Tyler cried out, his eyes suddenly widening as he was assaulted by the twin sensations of something entering into his ass, and something else pressing into his cock’s hole. Tyler reached down and grabbed his dick with his now stubby paws, but didn’t know what to do as his hips shook, the ribbed thing around his butt slid in, his cock twitching from the sensation as he felt pleasure from his back door being stretched open, and how the latex in his cock didn’t feel bad. Then the latex sliding into his urethra hit a spot deep within him. Tyler whimpered a bit as he felt pleasure from the thing invading him, his ass feeling similarly good being spread out, his cock twitching and at the same time being stimulated by the latex as it spread over his member. 

Shaking from how unsteady he was growing, All Tyler could do was stand there as the latex continued to pleasure him, his new tail wagging happily he felt his ass grow plump, and round, his new, massive breasts finishing up their transformation, growing to be massive no doubt by the weight. Then he felt a collar taking form around his neck, forcing his head straight, and keeping him from looking anywhere by forward, or up. He could feel the goo starting to coat his hair, pulling it together as it wrapped around each individual strand before pulling it into a pony tail. All the while, the thing in his ass continued to pound away as the pushing inside of his urethra that felt so good stopped. Instead it just sat there as Tyler continued get fucked in the ass, his tush feeling so good as it kept hitting a special spot that he’d never known existed. 

Eyes wide at the feeling Tyler continued to moan a bit into the dildo, his tongue sliding against the thing as he fell onto all fours. Then he found a hole in the side of the dildo, and without a care shoved his tongue through, finding air in a hollow of the dildo. Breathing through his mouth, he tasted the latex flavoured air, his breathing hard as the thing in his ass kept pumping in and out, driving itself into his gut and making him feel so good. Unable to resist, Tyler reached down, trying to get at his cock, only for him to realise as he’d fallen, something hard had fastened itself around his cock. With his useless paws, Tyler tried to grab onto it, eventually getting a grip, but the thing was very solid and encompassed his whole dick. Whimpering Tyler batted at it, but all it did was swing it around, though there was something else there, something swinging from his dick’s hole. Trying as best he could, Tyler tried his best to grab at the swinging thing, hoping to pull it out.

Only for it to slide in further as he tried to grab at it. It felt like beads, sliding into his dick, each bead sending a sensation of pleasure through him. The pleasure was enough that despite his misgivings, his lust urged him to continue. Yet he resisted, if only barely as his ass fucking was clouding his mind, filling his brain with enough pleasure to make his body react unconsciously. Influenced by the pleasure, Tyler started to gyrate his hips in time with the thing filling his ass, the beads in his cock swinging around a bit, along with his massive breasts and what felt like big balls smacking against his cage. Tyler knew he was drooling, his tongue letting the fluid drip out of the gag as he breathed.

Finally, his vision shifted and he was able to see again despite the blindfold. His first instinct was to look down, to gaze upon what had been done to his dick, what was encasing it, and yet his vision was blocked. 

The things blocking his vision were two immense breasts that swung as his body was shifted with each thrust into his ass. They swung hypnotically, like an ornament only just placed on a Christmas tree, the nipples jutting out, hard as could be, and he could feel them as well, swinging as he moved just a little. Trying to get some stability, Tyler pushed up with his paws, and landed on his legs with less pain on his butt than expected. While kneeling there he brought his paws up, taking hold of his breasts. They were heavy things, and as he got closer to the hard latex nipples, it felt better. His paws felt soft, and it felt good to touch his oversized breasts. Hefting them a bit, Tyler guessed they had to be as big if not bigger than his head. 

Not only that, but he reached back, not willing to touch those hard nips yet, he reached back, confirming for sure his derrière was far thicker than before. In a moment of whimsy, he raised a paw and slapped it down, and made a sound as he felt the slap through the latex. It didn’t do much, the paw preventing it from stinging due to the cushioning, but he still felt it.

Before he could explore further, his vision started to shift, the outside world fading away, replaced by a swirl of pink and black. They spun like those dumb hypnosis videos that never worked, and at the same time, he could hear whispers off in the distance. Tyler tried looking to where they were coming from, but then realised, this must have been Dad’s contribution to whatever Mom had made here. He was getting brainwashed, and from how sexual his new body was, it wasn’t some capture device to go straight to jail. As he knelt there, giving up on escaping, he waited as the swirls would be interrupted by flashes, images flying by too fast to perceive. He felt relaxed, and even his ass fucking had slowly. It hadn’t stopped, but it’d gone from an overwhelming pleasure to a pleasant sensation in his ass, filling him up, sliding in and out, making him want to lie down and enjoy the sensations of being lovingly fucked while relaxing as he watched what was going on in front of him. It made his mind tingle in a way he’d never felt before. While it shocked him initially as he felt the tingles, he slowly relaxed, his mind bathed in the comfortable sensations of Dad’s tech doing stuff to his brain while Mom’s tech pulled in a fog of lust and pleasure into his mind, driving him to a comfortable place. 

Reaching down with one paw, and up to his new breasts with another, Tyler started to touch himself, one hand going past his cock, instead massaging his balls while another squeezed a nipple. Tyler let out a slight moan as he did so, adding to the pleasure that was soaking his mind. Slowly his concentration on anything other than his pleasure and watching the hypnosis in front of him faded away, and he started to lose track of time as he continued to enjoy himself.

At some point, he heard the door close, and with his new latex ears, found he could even hear the sound of a lock being clicked into place. Tyler froze, his ears swivelling, but no one was coming downstairs, though he heard the sound of three sets of foot steps, two small pairs, while another one that was larger. Taylor and the twins if he had to guess. No doubt Taylor realising that something was wrong since the door was left open, and she’d apparently already fallen afoul of something, probably this mask. Tyler groaned a bit as he realised his whole blackmail plan had backfired spectacularly, and now he’d be getting blackmailed instead. 

He’d probably end up as Emma and Taylor’s dress up doll again. Ugh.

Though he will admit, he looked good, but like Taylor, being a dress up doll for Emma was both annoying, and at times embarrassing.

Resigned, Tyler waited, shifting slightly so he was facing the door, no point in hiding what had happened anyways.

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Tyler whined, Mistress Taylor was taking so long to investigate, and he wanted so dearly to be found. He was so hungry and horny, his cock straining in his cage while the suit tried to keep him busy even as his stomach churned, though the pain was gone at least. Sure it felt great, but he’d much rather be serving Mistress Taylor, since Mistress Mommy and Master Daddy were away on their heroic duties. That and well, the beads in his caged up cock kept him from cumming, and any attempt by him to take them out would just make them slide in further. All he could do was leave them in, their swinging giving a modicum of pleasure as his hips moved in time with the toy in his ass, pushing away, lovingly fucking his hole and pressing into his special spot. 

So he just waited kneeling there, paws up properly, drooling all over his big juicy breasts while waiting for Mistress Taylor to come down stairs, and see what happened to him. Yet even all hypno’d up, his mind desiring to be a cute obedient and sexy pet had its limits. He might need to try to do something, first to deal with his starvation issue, and then to deal with his lust.

And then he heard the sound of Taylor’s foots steps above, walking towards the door. Getting excited, Tyler straightened his position again, his tail wagging furiously as he felt his cock hardening in it’s cage, the beads ever present as the thing in his ass started to similarly speed up to match his excitement. Pleasure filled him as his hips moved on their own, little humps that swung what few beads remained outside of his cage while he let his tongue slip out, panting as drool dripped down his chin across his skin.

The door was opened with a click, and there was the sound of Taylor’s lithe form slowly walking down, before she came into view. As Tyler saw her face, flashes of light started to appear, the spinning was back, overlayed over Taylor, the whispering suddenly coming out once more, before it was gone, and Mistress Taylor was standing there, her expression neutral and a big case in her hand.

“Stay,” was all she said, and Tyler was glad to do so, his panting harder, and he’d have smiled if he could, but he certainly felt his arousal spike as he finally had an order to obey, the toy in his ass rewarding his good behaviour finally. His tail wagging increased in speed as Taylor came up, her hand raising and slipping onto his head, ruffling his ears and petting his head. Unable to control himself, Tyler let out a little yip before nuzzling into her hand, happy as could be. 

“Wish that was me,” Taylor muttered, almost sounding like she was whining as she continued to pet Tyler. Eventually though she sighed before smiling down at him. 

“Sorry about not coming down earlier, but I’d didn’t want to let the twins see you like this for their sake and yours. That thing’s probably already got you thinking of all of us as masters and mistresses right?” she asked and Tyler nodded, though Taylor seemed to be the highest on his priority list, he wasn’t sure why.

“Yup, and since you saw me first, It’ll mark me as your main master. Same thing happened with me and Dad when I found that thing and used it for the first time.” Taylor put down her case. The thing was effectively a locked box, big one too as Taylor knelt down, and with her thumbs, slid the latches to the side. Curious, Tyler looked over as much as he could before his eyes widened.

Inside of that case was a bounty of toys, and Taylor reached in, grabbing two things. One was a nice and thick dildo that made Tyler’s mouth water, while the other was some kind of tube connected to it, white fluid inside of the container. Tyler tilted his head a bit and then realised on the side it was labelled: Pet food.

“Well, since you’ve already ended up as a little sex pet, why not have some fun training you, hmm? But first,” she said as she knelt down, putting the pet feeding device down as she reached out, taking hold of Tyler’s cock and balls gingerly. Tyler whined, the sensation of her touching him was like electricity running through him, making him strain in his cage all the more while her thumb brushed the hard solid rubber like substance around his member. Tyler wasn’t sure what his mistress was doing, up until he felt her fingers leave behind his heavy cum filled balls, and started to press the beads into his caged cock. Each bead slid in easily, pleasure riding through him in spouts of shock as each bead entered into his dick until he felt her finger inside of the loop that was wide enough that it couldn’t be put in. Tyler hips shook and he let out another pathetic sounding whine, the sensations filling him as Mistress Taylor started petting him again before giving him a hug.

“Don’t worry brother, I’ll let you cum, but a bit of delayed gratification I think is better, wouldn’t you agree?” and Tyler couldn’t help but agree, almost glad now as Taylor pulled away and picked up those dildos again. After all, edging was why his alone time every morning took so long.

And going by how Mistress was acting, tonight was going to be fun.

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