Nicks Hobby Ch 01

NICK'S HOBBY CH 1 BEGINNINGS

Note: Most of my stories are of the happy ending variety. This is, but it is dark. This has golden showers in the third chapter, voluntary submission, and death. Please be advised before reading.

Nick Adamson is a Wall Street Broker that lived on Long Island. His job afforded him a comfortable living. He as single because he had no need of conversation or companionship from women. He didn't need but one thing from them. There were plenty of women in New York that would gladly fuck him and leave him alone. During Covid he had to do his job from home for a year. By the time Covid began to fade, he was very bored. Even when he had to go back to work, it was only for two or three days a week. He still had plenty of time on his hands.

One of the ways he passed his time was at sex clubs and fetish clubs. He paid exorbitant membership fees to be allowed without a partner. They normally needed women, not men. He just paid enough for them to "bend" that little requirement. This was a way to get sexual satisfaction without the bothersome "talking" thing. He would find a couple that had a woman that was there to get fucked by strangers or gangbanged and join in. No one knew who he was or what his real name was. This was how he met Bobby. He knew Bobby wasn't his real name, and he didn't care. "Wayne" wasn't his real name either.

Bobby would get drunk and talk. Talk about things he probably shouldn't be talking about to strangers. "Wayne" decided to befriend Bobby and see what it was he was up to. After several trips to Bobby's favorite club, he had a pretty good idea of what Bobby was up to. Bobby talked about one particular fetish that he talked about more than others. Nick was making light of his stories, casting doubt, frustrating Bobby. He wanted Bobby to show him what he was doing.

After several times, Bobby had finally agreed to show Nick what he was doing. He told Nick to come to his house that evening. When Nick arrived, Bobby didn't waste any time with small talk.

"You want to know how I pass my time? Okay, I will show you, but if you tell anyone, I will kill you, and I mean it. This is a nice set up and I am not going to have it ruined. The only reason I am showing you anything is that I am being swamped. I need help and you are the type of guy that would do this."

"How do you know what type of guy I am? You don't know me."

"I don't? You are me. Let me guess you don't have a girlfriend. You don't want a girlfriend, you come to the clubs for sex, nothing else. You don't want to talk to women, you just want to fuck them. How close am I?" Nick had to admit, he was right on.

"Okay, let's say you are correct. What does that have to do with you?" Bobby was excited now.

"Here's what it has to do with you. Let's take a walk." Bobby led him downstairs. Nick wasn't prepared for what he saw.

There were several shapes laying on a table. They were obviously women, but you couldn't see their form. They were covered by a latex body suit. There was a hose attached to their mouths. He leaned down to listen, and he heard breathing. They were ALIVE.

"Freaky, hug?" Bobby was proud of his specimens. "It's not what you think. I met a woman that wanted to be encased in a container and left packaged for a weekend. I managed to arrange it here. I wasn't too good at it, and she nearly died, but when I took her out of the container, she was weak, but okay. One other thing, she was as horny as hell. She fucked me for two days before she left. I knew I was onto something." It was a long way from one woman he almost killed to five women laying on tables in his basement." I can see you draw the connection. I put up ads in these clubs, looking for people who wanted to be encased for a short time. It turns out, there are people who are willing to pay for this. I practiced and became good at it. The men I charge, and the women have the option of paying or sex. Most say pay, but when they come out, they are as horny as the first one. I end up getting as much sex from freaky horny women as I want."

Nick had to admit, it was good. Bobby had found a way to bring the club home, and had people pay him. Maybe he could try the same thing. "I must admit. You are brilliant. This is perfect. Why did you show me this?"

"I have more than I can handle. I don't want to have them going on the open market. They might talk, and we don't need that. If I show you how to do this, you can take the overflow until you find your own. Does that sound okay to you?"

Nick didn't need to think about it for very long. The idea of fucking women horny and not thinking clearly sounded perfect to him.

"I'm in Bobby."

"Good, because one of these "packages" is ready to open. I thought you might like to be here for it, and maybe enjoy some of the fruit." He walked to one of the women laying encased in latex. He began by pumping oxygen into the woman's breathing apparatus. After a couple of minutes, the woman began to stir. He pulled the tube system out of her mouth and the latex hood off her head. She was not aware of where she was. He began stripping the latex off the woman's body until she was naked. By then she was coming around.

"Betty, Betty, are you okay?" The woman opened her eyes and took a deep breath. He helped her sit up. She smiled weakly and sat straighter. "You have been in there one weekend, as you requested. Your time is now up, and you are free to leave. You only need to pay me the remainder of your bill."

She looked at him sheepishly, "The problem with that is I don't have any more money. I thought you said I could work it off."

"Yes, ma am, but I don't want to presume or misinterpret anything you say. If you want to do that, something can be arranged."

He reached up and squeezed one of her breasts. She jumped, but then sat still and let him continue. "I will make a deal with you. I will fuck you and you are free to leave. Or, if you wish, I will give you back your deposit if you let my friend here join in. It is your choice."

Nate marveled at this guy's balls. He was going to talk her into letting both fuck her to get her money back. When they were finished, he could give her money back or blow her off.

She decided she wanted her money back. Bobby took five hundred dollars and gave it to her. She put it in her purse, and said, "Let's go boys. Let's have some fun."

She found an old couch in the basement and lay down on it. Bobby wanted to fuck her at once. Nate wanted her quiet. The best way to do that was to stick something in her mouth, and he had the perfect thing. Before Bobby could get on top of her, Nate suggested they turn her over the edge of the couch with her head over the arm. They put her in that position and Bobby climbed aboard. Nate went to the side of the couch and pushed her head down. He pushed her chin down and put his dick into her mouth. She didn't complain much, until he pushed it deep into her. She started squirming, but he had her pinned on the arm of the couch. The more she wiggled, the harder he got. Bobby looked up and saw what he was doing and slapped him. This slap broke his concentration, and he backed up to let her breath. She was gasping for breath, but otherwise okay. Meanwhile, Bobby was enjoying himself in her pussy. Nate went back to her mouth, but this time he didn't push in all the way. Each of them worked on her until they were ready to come. They came close to each other and stayed there a few minutes to rest. As they pulled out, the woman jumped up, got dressed, and left.

"That was fun. I could get used to this." Nick smiled.

"Yeah, if you don't kill them. What was you thinking choking her with your dick?"

"Sorry, I got carried away." They agreed to meet there again in a couple of days.

Over the next couple of weeks, Nate and Bobby went over the entire operation. During that time, all four of the other people came out of their packages. The two men paid and left. One woman paid and left. The last woman agreed to be fucked and agreed to let them both fuck her to get her deposit back. This time they traded places, and Nate fucked her pussy until he came. It was great, she didn't say anything because her mouth was busy. This was the way he liked it. After she had left, they talked about it.

"I have a couple of new ones coming in this week. I think you are ready to buy your equipment and start out on your own."

Bobby gave Nate the information about where to get the materials he needed, and he was ready to start his own version. He had a few different ideas, but there was no need to tell Bobby about that.

Nate had a customer at the brokerage that made a vacuum-sealing apparatus for the sealing of materials sent into space. It was airtight and impenetrable. Nate had thought of this material when he saw what Bobby was using. Now he had to fix the breathing equipment for it. He also intended to keep them in longer, so he had to figure out how to keep them alive for an extended period. He would also have to have a way to remove waste from their bodies.

He landed on the idea of using liquefied baby food. It would serve the purpose of providing nutrition and the benefit of causing almost no solid waste. The waste would be liquid and could be removed with an enema and catheter. He was going to look for women that wanted to be put away for a longer period. He was guessing they were out there, just afraid of coming forward for Bobby.

He had no problem getting the sealing machine. He had given one of the managers of that company a little insider information. He had made a lot of money, and now Nate knew he could get whatever he wanted from him. The man helped him design the packaging, along with the sealing devices for the mouth and bottom. Nate convinced the man this was harmless by showing him pictures of Bobby's arrangement. He told the man this material would be safer for the people inside.

Within a month, his machine was finished. He had built a place in his basement like Bobby's. He had one major difference. He hid his so anyone walking into the basement would see just a basement. Now, he needed customers.

He called Bobby and said he was ready for business. He knew this was going to be fun.