Caleb felt a shiver run down his spine like the thundering of a train down its tracks. It was a Friday night, and after a long week of exhausting work, he intended to have a casual weekend to recover. His career had recently taken over a large portion of his life. Late nights at the office and copious harsh deadlines had taken their toll on him. His mood and behaviour had become increasingly more agitated and erratic, which was quietly observed by the male’s partner. 

Once Caleb had shut his laptop and collapsed fatigued on the living room sofa, his boyfriend smiled at him from across the room. He knew exactly what his partner needed to de-stress although it would take some convincing.

• – 

An hour later found Caleb and his boyfriend in their shared bedroom, Caleb had just emerged from the shower, standing naked and gazing apprehensively at the item currently in his grasp.

The slimy, lubricated surface of the suit felt cold in Caleb’s already slimy hands. The dark, lifeless space inside the suit was almost hypnotic as the male gazed into the deep abyss. His initial disapproval of his boyfriend’s idea slowly melted away with his growing erection. On the bed lay his hand-selected attire for the evening, flawlessly arranged with a definite theme running throughout— rubber dog. 

To start, Caleb would don a pair of very tight Bermuda rubber shorts that would cling entirely to his hips and thighs. Emerging from the crotch section was a precisely measured sheath that would wrap around his awaiting member. On the opposite end of the shorts was an anal section that contained another phallic-shaped sheath that would be tenderly spreadinside Caleb’s twitching hole.

This would follow a shoulder-entry suit that now lay in Caleb’s greased hands. Akin to the shorts, the garment would lead to a skintight fit that would wrap the male’s lithe body in shimmering, black rubber. Caleb’s partner expressed his love for this particular bodysuit as it was a thicker gauge rubber than the other garments in their shared wardrobe. The combination of the compressed fit and the suit’s thickness meant it held the wearer’s form in a severe, unforgiving grip.

Caleb’s destined attire took on a distinctively canine aesthetic when it came to the padded rubber mitts, sporting moulded paw prints, and a perfectly moulded rubber mask—modelled from the head of a Doberman. The mask was smooth yet unnervingly lifelike, mimicking the canine’s snout and pointed ears. The nostrils were flared and the maw was slightly ajar, revealing a set of moulded rubber dentures. 

Soon to be fastened seamlessly to Caleb’s form were several sets of bulky rubber restraints. These would wrap around the male’s narrow wrists, bony ankles, scrawny biceps and lean thighs. The D-rings and buckles were made of metallic silver and were the only respite from the otherwise blackness of the rubber attire. In addition to the restraints, an intricate-looking rubber body harness lay amongst the rest of the carefully organised gear. Caleb knew all too well its punishing weight when fixed around his lithe frame. Its clunky mass looked almost out of place when worn on Caleb’s otherwise scrawny frame.

The final items within the ensemble of fetish gear were some peculiar-looking footwear. The feet were designed to mimic paws, pressing the wearer forward onto the balls of their feet in an unnatural posture. They made walking on two legs a challenging task, meaning the wearer had little choice but to stay on their knees. Caleb’s partner had already anticipated this and a set of black, shiny kneepads lay among the rest of the gear on the neatly organised bed.

“Well, what are you waiting for, puppy? You’ve done this many times before,” his boyfriend remarked, standing in the doorway His eyes drinking in the sight of his naked lover. 

“Can’t we just watch a movie or something tonight?” Caleb whined.

His partner crossed the bedroom and threw his arms around Caleb’s scrawny frame. Taking Caleb’s erect cock in his firm hands, he lightly massaged the hard flesh.

“Unngghhh” Caleb moaned in response.

“Why hide what you’re feeling? I know how much you want to be my brainless dog for the evening. Just imaging all of this gear locked around you with me holding the keys. You’re already dripping so much there’s no point trying to convince be otherwise.”

“Nghhh this isn’t fair,” Caleb replied, his voice broken from the pleasure he was experiencing.

“That’s what you always say. We both know you don’t want it to be fair, pup. Do you?” his lover laughed.

Taking Caleb’s chin in his hands. He passionately locked their lips together, pushing his tongue deep into the submissive male’s mouth. The room filled with the sound of their fiery kiss followed by kittish moans from Caleb. After a solid minute, their mouths finally broke away.

“Now! Don’t waste any more time. Get to it!”

Caleb frowned. 

He took one last look inside the shady interior of the suit in his hands. The dark opening was like an empty and lifeless pit—designed to erase every trace of the human form fed into it. However, before donning the suit he would need to dress in the sheath shorts as a base layer. Caleb lay the inky-black suit down before collecting the shorts from the bed. The front and back sheaths lay waiting to be filled and fitted—as they were currently deflated and limp.

The lust-filled male gently massaged silicone lubricant around his shaved cock, balls and ass. The submissive male was dedicated to ensuring that his body was always void of any hair below his eyebrows. It took a formidable amount of care and effort but the result was a smooth, twinkish body. Caleb spread any residual liquid on his thighs to aid the fitting of the rubber shorts before he stepped into the garment and slowly pulled the cold material up his greased legs. The rubber stretched, clinging instantly to his skin as he worked it up past his knees and over his thighs. Taking his rigid member, Caleb slid his cock inside the slimy, rubberised tunnel of the cock and ball sheath. The sensation flooded the male with a lustful desire—suffocating and intimate all at once. He adored the feeling of hard, ribbed rubber over his cock.

As he pulled the rubber further up over his thighs, the top of the shorts snapped to place along the male’s waist. They hugged him perfectly without a wrinkle in sight.

“Hmm, do you need help, pup?” Caleb’s lover asked.

Without warning, his boyfriend’s fingers slid inside the anal sheath and brushed against the ring of his anal opening. 

“Hey! I can do it mys—hnngg”

Caleb groaned as the fingers gradually teased their way into his pre-lubed cavity. His boyfriend was far from an amateur at playing with his partner’s needy hole. 

“You’re not supposed to find this pleasurable… I’m just fixing latex in place,” his lover explained, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

The digits dug further before pulling back slightly to gain a hold on the anal sheath and shove it deeply into Caleb’s anus.

“There! Perfect!”

The fingers were carefully removed, leaving a black, empty hole in their stead. The void was now fully rubberised and waiting to clench down on anything it was fed. Caleb gazed down at his extremely erect cock, now coated in shiny rubber standing to attention like a glossy, black obelisk.

Determined not to lose focus on the task at hand, Caleb took the suit from the bed and stretched it open. His feet slowly disappeared within the suit’s swarthy insides. The rubber was tight, resisting at first as Caleb stretched the garment over his calves and thighs. The material gripped him like a vice. His feet slipped into a pair of seamless toe-socks. He squeezed each of his toes into the awaiting rubber slot and then continued pulling the suit up his body. It was like his lower half had been swallowed whole, the rubber sealing itself to his skin, cool at first but quickly warming with his body heat. His breath hitched as he pulled it up over his hips, the snug fit leaving no room for hesitation, no space between himself and the suit.

Every time Caleb wore this particular suit, he would recall its intense embrace on his entire frame. It conformed to every muscle, pressing against his thighs and knees, wrapping him in its squeaky, comforting embrace as he pulled it higher. His breath quickened with the required effort as he tugged the suit over his torso. The rubber slid over his stomach and stretched across his chest. As the sleeves swallowed his arms, Caleb noticed the ability to bend his elbows was limited by the thick, unyielding material.

The zips buzzed along their tracks, coming to a halt at the sides of Caleb’s neck. The suit sealed around him, tightening with a finality that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Let’s get you into these next,” his partner remarked, lifting the padded paw mitts into view. 

His hands disappeared into the rubberised, padded gloves, his fingers curled inward, which reduced his hands to useless paws. He flexed them within the mitts, feeling the resistance and loss of dexterity. A reminder that his grip no longer belonged to him. The paws were followed by the barrage of bulky restraints. For their fitting, Caleb remained as a rubberised mannequin while his boyfriend carefully fitted each restraint in place latching them shut with a silver lock.Each addition of restraint meant that Caleb got further and further from freedom as he would be released from his tight prison at the whim of his keyholder. 

The most awkward of all was the fitting of the heavy chest harness which, as soon as it landed on his shoulders and chest, reminded the poor male of its suffering weight. Now completely covered from the neck down, Caleb found himself with a strange feeling of nervous trepidation as he gazed down at the ebony body below.

Only one piece remained on the duo’s shared bed—the dog hood and matching collar. Caleb lifted it carefully from the duvet, the moulded dog muzzle and empty eyes staring at him. Taunting him to pull the mask over his head and complete his transformation from human to canine. The inside was lined with warm lube as if was ready to accept him. Swallowing hard, Caleb pulled the hood over his head in one swift motion. The rubber pressed against his face, as it enclosed around it. The male’s world narrowed to twin tunnel vision from the mask’s cutout eyes. Protruding from the centre of the mask was the canine muzzle and snout.

As the zip was slowly etched down the back of his skull, Caleb’s breath echoed in the claustrophobic hood which rang in his ears. As the zip came to a stop, his boyfriend was waiting with the thick rubber collar which he fed around his now’puppified’ lover. Caleb exhaled, feeling the weight of the collar around his throat, as it was tightened just short of being uncomfortable. Then the realisation hit him like a colliding train. He was no longer himself. He had been transformed into the rubber-coated hound that his boyfriend had promised.

CLICK

“There we go! Doesn’t that feel so good?”

The words were like honey. Caleb was fully aware of how good everything felt. Although good was a bit of an understatement. His entire getup left him feeling on the verge of a cumming on the spot. He was eager to catch a glimpse of himself in a mirror.

“Hey! Settled down. We’re not done yet, pup!”

Caleb replied with somewhere between a grunt and an ‘arf’. Already getting into the headspace of a dog.

“Take a seat on the bed,” his boyfriend requested.

Caleb’s feet looked as if they’d been dipped in jet-black tar. They were perfectly encapsulated in the thick rubber but his boyfriend knew this wasn’t enough. After carefully sitting on the bed, Caleb felt his foot being raised off the ground before his partner slid, what looked like a heavy rubber sock, on top of his already-coated foot. There was a tremendous amount of effort required but with some intense force, the footwear slid home. As his heel was dropped to the floor, Caleb could feel the strange mould his foot was now inside which reshaped his appendage to look more like a dog’s paw. It would be completely useless to use as a human foot.

After considerable pressure on his other foot, the rubberised male would be unable to walk on two legs for the remainder of his imprisonment in the suit. As a result, the kneepads were fitted in place and Caleb was helped onto the floor in a more suitable position considering his current attire.

“Now who’s a good boy?” his boyfriend remarked, roughly petting the human puppy on the head, “I bet you think that we’re done but I have one last surprise for you.”

“Arf?” Caleb responded, almost as if on cue.

Turning to gaze at his boyfriend, now handler, Caleb noticed that in his hands was a brand new plug tail. This one was larger and more robust than any of the others he’d taken.

“There’s no wa—”

A firm hand collided with his rubber-coated butt.

“BAD DOG! I think I ought to gag you if you’re going to be this loud and troublesome,” his handler scolded, “now stay still. Every dog needs their tail.”

Caleb felt the buzzing of his anal zipper coming undone and he knew that his rubber-filled hole was now directly on show. The same fingers that had pushed the anal sheath within his tender walls were once again probing within the male on all fours. Lubricant was carefully smeared inside the dark space as Caleb was expertly prepared for receiving his newest anal toy. His erect cock was locked beneath the firm embrace of the outer suit and the poor male whined and bucked in the air, desperate for any kind of contact.

“Easy boy! I know you’re so excited to get your tail fitted.”

Suddenly the digits were removed and a solid lump was pressed into Caleb’s hole. The next five minutes were a wash of anxious pain and applied pressure as the plug gradually entered the rubberised crevice. Finally, with one firm push, the tail plug bottomed out and slid home within the tight walls of Caleb’s anus. The pressure was intense and each swing of the tail end sent a vibrating shock thundering inside the poor, suffering male. His cock felt like it was about to burst as a firm hand came down once again on his butt.

“Now you’re all ready! Come boy, get a nice look yourself.”

Caleb followed on hands and knees. Gentle at first as any form of movement seemed to make the wagging tail even more torturous. Stopping at a large framed mirror in their room, Caleb slowly came into the reflection of its surface.

He was a complete and fully transformed rubber dog. No trace of Caleb remained, in his place was a bizarre and deeplyerotic image of a human pup. The Doberman-shaped mask fit his head perfectly and melded seamlessly with the suit beneath. The bulky, heavy restraints added additional shape and padding to his otherwise scrawny frame and turning to the side the large black tail protruded from behind.

A light jingle sounded as he moved which Caleb noticed came from the collar around his neck. The metallic tag looped into the D-ring read ‘Cain’, the name he would now be referred to until his release—whenever that might be.

Caleb’s eyes caught his boyfriend’s loving gaze in the mirror. His handler bent down to come face-to-face with the mutt as his hands explored the male’s rubberised frame.

“I bet your mutt brain is wondering what we’ll be doing next. Think of all the fun we can have as dog and Master?” 

His hand tugged on the tail plug eliciting a yelp from Caleb.

“Hmm what’s wrong doggy, you don’t like being touched here for some reason.”

His boyfriend laughed.

“I can tell that my dog is in heat. He looks about ready to pounce and hump my leg.”

Caleb humped the air yet again.

“But I distinctively remember someone asking just to watch a movie tonight. I guess that’s probably the wise choice.”

Caleb, now Cain, whined in frustration.

“Hah there’s no chance for that”

“Arf!”

THE END