The Suit Makes the Pup (Patreon)

This story by rubberpupthoughts is one of the few pup-stories I've thought was good, but what a great story it is. He graciously allowed me to make a few minor tweaks.

The creak of a metal door snaps you out of a trance. You shake your head and try to remember how you got here, locked in a kennel.

You remember going to a leather bar. Someone catches your eye across the dance floor. You’ve seen pups before, but never in full rubber. You can’t believe how hot he looks.

You see him slip away and decide to follow. You catch him waiting outside the restroom. He’s breathing heavily through his nose.

When you introduce yourself, he tilts his head and stays silent. You tell him you like his gear. He wiggles, but still doesn't say anything.

You ask if it’s hot, and he pants and paws at his collar. That’s when you realize he is wearing rubber mitts that completely cover his hands.

You ask if he needs help and if he wants out. He tilts his head and pants. Wow, he must be really into character! Still, you decide to reach for the collar on his neck. When he doesn’t pull away, you undo the collar.

The pup’s head snaps up and looks at the collar in your hands. He then urgently paws at the hood on his head. More sure of yourself, you help the pup take his hood off.

With a wet slurp, the hood peels off, including some sort of built in gag. The boy underneath has sweaty, matted hair. Between gasps for breath, he says “Thank you.”

“I, uh, really needed a break. Can you help me out of the rest?”

You stare for a moment, cock slightly stirring at the thought of touching the pup. He’s almost exactly your size, and handsome.

“I really need to pee.”

You laugh and help him out of his gear: First locking mitts and a harness. You look away when he pulls out a pup tail plug. Next you unzip the back on his suit. He steps out of his sneakers and struggles his way out of the slimy rubber.

In the cold hallway, steam rises from the pup’s sweaty suit. He stands in front of you, naked except for his groin.

That’s when you notice the chastity belt. It’s full metal, with rubber where the belt meets the skin. When the boy clicks the belt open, you figure it was never locked.

Now completely nude, save for the sneakers he stepped back into, the pup slips into the bathroom. Not the first time someone was dressed like that in this place. You shift awkwardly, guarding the pup’s pile of gear. When he takes longer than five minutes, you decide to pick up the rubber suit.

You can smell lube and sweat. The rubber has already gone cold, but you imagine it wrapped around your body.

The bathroom door swings open, and you stare dumbly at the naked pup, his rubber suit still in your hands. He is really cute, you realize.

“Thanks for watching my stuff. You like gear?”

You nod and tell him you’ve fantasized about being in his exact outfit.

You hardly notice the boy glance down the hallway. “Would you like to try it on?”

You can barely contain your boner.

“One condition,” he grins. “You have to try it ALL on.”

You look down at the chastity belt and hesitate. But the slick feel of rubber in your hands persuades you.

The belt clicks on after coaxing your cock to soften. You’re amazed how snug it fits.

“With a lock on it, it’s impossible to get out,” the boy says.

Next the suit. The lube and sweat feel slimy at first, but it slides on with ease. The rubber quickly warms to your body, and you wish your cock could fully enjoy the experience. It's like the horniness has nowhere to go, and just builds pressure.

Next the harness and mitts. Once on, you realize how helpless you are without your hands.

“Don’t worry. Pups only need paws.”

With a flourish, the boy slips the hood over your head. As the rubber settles, a firm grip forces the plug into your mouth.

“Open wide!”

Now gagged and mitted, you know you’ve lost control. This is made clear when the boy says “Almost forgot the plug!”

You grunt as he firmly presses the plug against your ass. You resist for a moment, but eventually relax. With a gagged yelp, the large plug settles in your hole. You feel the harness clip over it, keeping the plug firmly pressed inside.

“What do you think?” the boy asks, still naked.

You experiment with wagging your tail and crouching on all fours. You can feel the harness moving the plug further in, and making your every move massage your prostate, adding further sexual frustration. You don't want to think about how maddening it would be to stay like this for more than minutes. You want to tell him how nice it feels, how horny the suit has made you, but can barely grunt.

The boy laughs and glances down the hall again. You notice for the first time he’s nervous. You paw at your hood to indicate you want out.

“Oh! I forgot the collar. I think you’ll really like this part.”

You try to push the boy away and stand up, but the plug shifts as you try to stand up. In a jolt of pleasure you fall down again, and he slips the collar on. You hear a distinct click, and everything goes dark.

You flail around for a moment, but feel weaker and weaker. Eventually you settle on all fours. That’s when you hear a whisper.

“Good boy. Stay.”

The voice did not come from the boy, who you distantly see hastily putting on your clothes. The voice seems to come from the hood itself. It’s soothing. Pleasurable, even. You find you can’t move.

“Sorry to do this, pup,” you hear the boy say before slipping out the back door, some clothes still in hand.

You try to channel your rage to leap after him.

“Stay,” the hood says, and your mind melts.

Minutes, maybe hours later, the sound of heavy boots snap you out of a trance. You look up to see a thick man standing over you. He clips a leash to your collar.

“Did you enjoy your night out? Good boy. Time to go back to the kennels.”

You try to pull at the leash, but again the hood whispers and soothes you. On all fours, you follow the man out of the bar.