Kinktober #13

This is an original story.

Latex / Paranormal

Ding! Ding!

"Hello?" The 91 year old man who opened the door spoke in a soft voice.
"Bernard Tuggs?" The fat man in a long jacket and stetson spoke.
"Yes? How can I be of assistance?"
"My name is Nathan Irons, paranormal investigator. We've had some E-mail correspondence in the past."
"Oh, why come in! Certainly! I do hope the Colorado Desert treated you well on your trip here."
"Like a beautiful and tender lover, with sandpaper for skin." Nathan didn't wait for an invitation to come in and the old man didn't stop him.
"Please, have a seat." Bernard gestured towards the sofa, which Nathan unceremoniously sat on with his legs crossed without taking his jacket off, "Now, is it true you had a paranormal encounter three weeks ago?"
"Oh, my yes. I used to consider myself somewhat of a skeptic; if something seemed far-fetched it's worth taking it with a pinch of salt, but then I saw it with my own eyes... in the middle of the night, while on my midnight jog... an amorphous black mass wriggling through the desert."
Nathan nodded, impressed that a man his age would be able to discern the colour of something unidentified while in the middle of the night... especially something black. Odd claims require odd evidence, as they say on truthbusters.net.
"Let me tell you I didn't wait two seconds before running away from that thing, as far as my old legs could pump. I thought I'd lost it, turned my head to check... it was there right behind me. Its fluid body formed into a tentacle which shot out at my forehead... the next thing I knew the sun rose up, and I woke up in the shrubbery of an orchard half a mile away from city borders. My old clothes were gone. Instead I was wearing a very peculiar outfit... one I had never seen before. One I never knew existed!"
"Did you by chance save this outfit?"
Bernard nodded. He walked towards the counter in the hallway where he kept his landline phone, pulled out a drawer and picked up something inside. It was a shiny, black G-string for men made from some elastic material.
"This is what is left of the outfit?"
"No, this is all there ever was. I had to make my way back dressed in this, and everyone in the city thought I was a freak. Noone believed my story, so I sought out open-minded people online who could listen to my story to check for themselves."
Nathan held up the G-string and stretched it. He nibbled on it gently to confirm this was in fact latex, "You did the right thing, mr Tuggs. There are certain things the common man ain't ready to hear. It shakes them all down to their pumpkin spice latte. It's up to us, the truthbusters, to uncover the truth beyond the truth."

"Thank you so much! You have no idea how long I wanted to talk to someone who believes me. Can I make you some tea?"
"Sugar. Two cubes before you pour the tea, the third one on the side."
The old man prepared the tea in the kitchen, putting on the kettle; "One thing I don't understand, how did you get back into your house if you didn't have your pockets?"
"Oh... for some reason I felt myself drawn to the dumpster in the alleyway behind the church, and don't you know it; I found my clothes behind the dumpster! Keys and everything."
Nathan stroked his chins. It was no use asking anyone else in Anslow what had happened. Nathan Iron had been in this business for long enough, he already knew what they were going to say. That Bernard was a drunk and a pervert. That he runs out in the night in latex briefs for kicks, and that he fell asleep drunk in the orchard while streaking and had to walk home in his latex panties.
The commoners are so predictable... but Nathan is after the Truth. The capital T Truth. He doesn't have any time for lowercase F facts. Some of them might offer some interesting capital S Speculations, which is just as good, but when it comes to uncovering the whole bill Nathan Irons is on his own.

When served the tea, Nathan stirred the cup, plopped the last cube into his mouth and took a sip. The tea melted the cube in his mouth and he took a bite out of the now mushy bit while sucking out the sweetness.
"But let me tell you... no one else will come forward. They are ashamed, but this has happened to other people than me. They'd never admit it though. Everything changed I tell you.. ever since that..."
Bernard looked back towards the television, which wasn't on.
"Since what?" Nathan asked.
"... the meteor strike, three months ago. It was all over the news, fifteen miles east of here the meteorite crashed, creating a fifteen foot across crater in the middle of the desert. This is all connected to that... mark my words.

"Thank you mister Tuggs. I will keep in touch." Nathan walked out of the house and posted his note on the forum while he planned his next move. Most people tend to figure out a step-by-step plan that will inevitably lead them towards the goal they have in mind.
Nathan didn't have time for that.
Others tried to figure out what in this exact place and time is the best thing to do from what is known.
Nathan didn't have time for that either.
His own method was much more expedient and effective, he found. He would figure out what is the worst thing to do at that moment, and then do the opposite of that.

The worst thing he could think of doing would be to ask the people Bernard had accused of withholding their experiences, and if that is actually true. That wouldn't get him anywhere he was sure, and would just make for a distraction in best case and an argument about Truth in worst case.
The opposite of that would be to rummage through their trash... bingo. That'll be sure to turn up something useful.

At first Nathan didn't expect to find anything that would directly confirm his hypothesis... imagine his surprise when he saw more cloth-articles made from latex in the dumpster. He found them outside the adult shop, and outside the strip club.
This was starting to get serious. Nathan Irons needs to settle this once and for all.
It was time to visit the meteor crater.

In the sunset Nathan drove out in is black SUV towards the location of the crater. He turned on the camera on his cellphone, then climbed down the steep slope at the bottom of the crater. He found torn pieces strewn about... he picked up a piece and bit it.
No doubt about it... it was latex.
There was another piece... right outside a cave entrance. Nathan pushed himself into the narrow passage and made his way in... cellphone in one hand and torch in the other. He heard bubbling in the distance, and the bubbling became louder.
When Nathan turned the corner he saw a pond of viscous black fluid bubbling all over the floor; shiny like latex. He held up his phone, when he saw something rise out of the latex... more latex. As if a pillar of nothing surrounded by the black fluid, it rose up all the way to the ceiling. Orbs of black flew out of it and soared through the air. Suddenly Nathan felt as if he was punched from the inside of his brain. He heard a loud screeching sound from within his ears and saw only tunnel-vision.

The next thing he knew, Nathan awoke in the shrubs of an orchard. His head was bolting, and he was wearing nothing but a G-string made from latex.
More comfortable than it looked like, he had to admit.
Sadly he had no premonition about where he left his clothes, and they were not in the alleyway Bernard had named. He found them about a hundred feet away from the crater, strewn about in a twenty foot radius. His keys were still there, as was his cellphone.
The cave entrance was not. Sealed away it seems by large amounts of rubble.
When he played the footage he saw nothing but static, and what was visible was incredibly blurry. The video cut off just about the time Nathan lost consciousness.
He opened the door to his SUV and sat down at the driver seat, leaving the door open and just sitting there. Thinking.

There are some things man was not meant to know, he thought. Some truths... too deep to access with reason alone. That our brains simply weren't evolved to comprehend.

Still, he was starting to wonder if Bernard Tuggs wasn't a creep after all.