19 Oct 2014

Secret Obsession



1
Jordan wished Sam a happy 30th birthday as the group sat in the softly lit restaurant just as the food was finished being served by the waiters.
‘Sam is the first of us to reach his thirtieth but it won’t be long for the rest of us. Elder folks say it’s all downhill from here, but I disagree. We have plans in motion that will see us having a successful year ahead and hopefully many more, and a lot of it is down to the old git here!  Cheers Sam and happy birthday!’
The glasses of wine, Beer, cider and soft drink clinked together like a random orchestra of a church fete freak show, liquids consumed and food eaten by the ravenous creatures. All the attending folk were Furry friends: all of them each knew they had a kinky side, but out of costumes they felt the most comfortable out of character than most anyone in their respective lives.
Josh and Pete were partners, as were Simon and Keith, both getting on for being together for 6 and 8 years respectively.
Randy was over from the States and was a massive influence on Chris and Sam. Jordan had been best friends with Sam for a few years before they discovered their mutual love of fur, and discovering their sexuality at a very similar time helped concrete their friendship even more.  People had speculated about them getting together many times and even though they had been having sexual relations they did so with many of the others in the group.
Such was the nature of this circle of friends that they were so open and honest, they could talk about anything that they wanted, or so they thought.
2
Most of their lives, everyone at the table had encountered resistance for their sexual deviancy. Each was an avid member of the furry fandom and participated in conventions across Europe and occasionally in the States: this is how they met Randy and a few of his close friends.
Some members outside of this ‘family’ of deviants pointed their accusing fingers for them enjoying their fursuits too much, some frowning on their inclusion of their sexual activities, but each and every one of them knew that other furs opinions didn’t matter in the long run because clearly they weren’t the only ones.
Because of this separation in the fandom, this tight knit group held strong to their beliefs, so if one of them wanted to explore further it was the only time they would have to seriously consider being so open to the group.  Being outcast once is bad enough, but to be outcast a second time from the group that formed from the original outcasts would be too much for some.
Ryan was the youngest of the group, fairly cocky and, when in character, was always running around and the most energetic.  First in the queue to compete in dance competitions at conventions and also the most outspoken, some of the group would easily tire of his enthusiasm, but overall his energy was a good thing and he brought energy to the group as a whole.
Sam and Jordan decided to make a move and start their walk home to the flat they shared with another guy.
‘Goodnight everyone, Thanks for coming out for the meal and we’ll see you early in the morning to help pack the van up’. Jordan proclaimed above the constant hum of the restaurant.
‘Yes, we should get an early night as we’re all up so early to get to Preston’ Chris chipped in as everyone agreed and paid their part of the bill and departed.
3
The walk home for Sam and Jordan was a fresh evening but still light as the summer was just beginning. 
‘Feels great this time of year don’t ya think Sam? I love the feeling of the whole summer being ahead of us and having so many good feelings and plans in place for some exciting times’
‘Yeah man, I love it’ Sam gave the briefest of sighs as he finished talking.
Jordan looked twice at Sam, wondering if anything was wrong, but knew Sam was probably just beginning to miss being the only non-twenty-something.
Sam had been having a slight interest in things outside of the furry community, even though the sexual side of things had grown so much since they discovered their deviant sides and sexualities.
Unknown to Sam, Jordan had a clue about this interest and decided his 30th birthday was the time to do something about it.  Jordan had the same interest but had been indulging in it for a few years unknown to Sam.  Jordan couldn’t believe how close they could become once he revealed his surprise; everything was going to finally fit into place.
4
The key slid into the lock, pushing the barrels out of the way to allow the key to run in the lock.  The door creaked open and Sam fumbled for the light switch in the dingy corridor.  Squeaky floorboards underfoot gave the lodger a clue to the return of the partygoers.
Jordan closed the door behind them and the pair headed upstairs to the smell of badly cooked Chinese food. Their lodger has been trying to make something and at first glance it wasn’t anything recognisable.
‘Damn this reek is going to make my suit stink if the door’s been left open, Sam. Was it closed before we went out?’ Jordan hurried to the laundry room where Jordan had been steam cleaning his fursuit body.
Thankfully, the door remained closed and Jordan checked over his shoulder to see Sam wasn’t looking.  Sam had gone to make a cup of tea for them both and was about to sit down and relax for a little while in front of the TV. 
The mugs of hot, sweet tea were placed on the (thankfully) sturdy side tables – both knew that flimsy furniture wouldn’t hold up to them both romping in the living room in fursuits, not to mention when their furry friends came over for some fun.
Just as Sam shlomped into the big soft sofa, a brightly wrapped box the size of a small TV set dropped in his lap with a heavy thud.
‘I know you expressed your distaste for any sort of present giving on your birthday, but I couldn’t let it go by without something special from me. We’ve been through so much I thought of the perfect gift and simply had to get it for you’
Jordan bit his lip, hoping that Sam wouldn’t be angry with him for going against his wishes, but with his head turned away, Sam didn’t say a word.
Jordan walked around the front of the sofa to see that Sam had a tear running down his cheek.
‘Don’t cry mate, I know exactly what you wanted and this is what I wanted to do for you. No need to cry, just open it....please?’ Jordan’s eyes grew concerned for he then had second thoughts about his choice.
Sam sniffed and Jordan passed him a tissue to blow his nose and wipe his eyes.
RRRipp!! Some of the paper tore away but left most of it still on the box, revealing another layer of brightly coloured paper, but this time patterned with little puppies running around and playing.
‘Are you playing some sort of joke here?’ Sam quizzed Jordan whose smile began to return.
‘Keep going’ Jordan reassured his friend.
Sam looked at the second layer of paper and found a loose edge to begin from, tearing the puppy paper from the surface revealed yet another layer of paper which to Sam’s surprise was a pattern of pictures he recognised.
He wasn’t sure to be shocked or what? The pictures were of someone he’d been chatting to on a rubber-fetish website for the last 3 months, who he knew only as Alfie.
Alfie’s pictures were completely anonymous: fully clad black rubber, skin tight and showing off his best assets.  How Sam had wished to meet him, so how did Jordan get hold of these pictures?
Sam looked at Jordan inquisitively and Jordan replied with ‘you want a huggle, pup?’
Immediately Sam’s eyes widened as Alfie had always finished conversations with the Word ‘Huggles pup!’ and though it was used occasionally by others, Alfie had used it to the degree that it was almost his catchphrase.
‘Go on, keep opening’ and Jordan gave a massive reassuring beaming smile to his mate.
The custom made pervy wrapping paper was torn back to reveal the brown box containing the present.  Sam’s mind raced to think what it could be...’is this all some sort of sick joke? No, Jordan wouldn’t be this cruel, so is Jordan really Alfie? If he is, what’s in this box?’......Sam dug his fingers into the slit to prise the box open and the moment his fingers opened the box, the smell of fresh, new rubber wafted into the air, neutralising the stench of Chinese food immediately.
Sam looked down at the cellophane wrapped parcel within, realised there was quite a lot of rubber in the box and was certain it was a rubber suit.
‘So you are Alfie?’ Sam asked Jordan, who gave a sly nod whilst biting his bottom lip in that way that made him so damn irresistible sometimes.
‘How could I not know my best friend from those pictures and not know you were into this?’ Sam quizzed more, his head spinning from the revelation.
‘I had plenty of practice hiding my furry fetish from friends all those years ago, hiding a bit of rubber and a gasmask plus a few other bits of gear wasn’t hard, I trust you but not the slob in the other room so I rented a studio flat down the road. I keep everything there and on occasion have some fun there’ Jordan felt guilty keeping this from his mate all this time.
‘I didn’t feel I could tell you about my rubber fetish as I didn’t know how you’d truly feel about it, but when I saw Tigresammy appear on Rubberfurz.net based in east London I knew I had to get to know him...YOU’
‘So this...This rubber, is it a suit?’ Sam enquired.
‘Tell you what, why don’t you pack a few things, and we can go to the other flat and have some fun?’ Jordan proposed an idea which excited Sam and it showed quite evidently in his cargo pants.
The boys packed a few bags up including the rubber suit Jordan bought for Sam.
‘Would you pack the racing leathers you have in that one picture you have on your profile Sam?’ Jordan was turned on by the racing leathers and told Sam many times online.  How they both thought how strange this request would have come from no more than a few metres away at the time.
‘Did you not try looking for them J? Considering how interested in them you were, I thought you would have tried looking for them?’ Sam asked.
‘Well, I thought it might be noticed if I went through your things. I would notice if you did it to me, so I decided as soon as I saw your picture,  I’d respect your privacy and not even try’. Jordan responded.
Sam brought a large holdall out from his room and asked ‘I’m ready, we taking the van?’
Jordan nodded and helped Sam with his bags down the corridor and up the alley to where the campervan was parked.
With the van loaded with the three bags, Jordan suggested they take all their furry gear too, that way they can stay at the studio flat overnight and go straight to the convention from there.
Sam agreed and fetched his Feline fursuit from his room and grabbed the wheeled trunk they were taking with them.
The trunk bumped and grinded its way down the stairs and, as usual, took some of the wallpaper with it.  Both men had given up treating the flat with any pride a while ago as it turns out their lodger was a slob and was a pain to keep in check regarding housework and chores.
Both were very house-proud but the communal areas got very unkemped very quickly after they took the new lodger on.
Rod was computer nerd of the eleventh degree and had recently finished university as a mature student and was currently working in a bar down the road.  He sometimes brought a girl home with him, but never got anywhere when she would inevitably see Rod’s standard of hygiene.
5
The campervan pulled up outside a new block of eco-flats two miles down the road, closer to the nightlife, but far enough out of the way to benefit from a bit of peace.  The automated gates glided open and Jordan manoeuvred the bus into a reserved parking space next to some fig trees.
Sam exited the van and heard a crunch underfoot of the gravel neatly arranged in between the parking spaces and went to the side door to retrieve a couple of bags.
‘Zzzzzzt- click’ went the automatic gates as their delayed closure sealed them into the compound.
Sam thought this block of flats was rather swish and that Jordan’s flat must be a little broom-cupboard considering he rents the larger flat with him.
Jordan went up to the main entrance with his holdall and his fursuit under his arm, and with a swish of his entry card, the metal door clicked open magnetically.
Inside, the lights went from a very eerie glow to an ever increasing brightness, and neon strips framed the lift entrance which opened without anyone pushing the button.
Both men stood in the lift, but Sam was unsure about his right to be there. After all they had struggled for years to keep the flat they both lived in, hence them having to take the lodger on.
‘Ping pong’ the lift reached the top floor, and Sam was even more confused, thinking this is a very contorted route to a broom-cupboard.
Jordan swiped his entry card once more and the magnetically sealed door opens to reveal his studio flat.
Studio flats, in the traditional sense of the word, are basically one room with everything in. Despite this fact this was true, it was spacious, more so than their four bed apartment down the road, nicely decorated and the high tech lighting system brought the flat to life as they entered.
‘So you gonna explain how you got this place?’ Sam felt cheated by Jordan’s ever increasing amount of deviousness.
Jordan placed his bags down on the sumptuous orange sofas taking up one corner of the flat next to some floor to ceiling mirrors.
‘Sam, I only recently got this place. I had a windfall from when my Aunt Marie passed away late last year and it seems she was quite wealthy, and although she didn’t leave me any money, she was a property developer and owns this whole block with this flat being the penthouse. As a result I’m effectively everyone’s landlord.  The block was only finished in March and I’ve been buying things for it with the rent that the ‘so far’ three other tenants have paid me.  So in reality it’s not been a long time, I couldn’t wait to show you, and honestly this night has been in my head for a very long time’.
Sam slumped into a fake fur covered lounger that caressed his body and helped him immediately feel at ease.
After a deep breath, Sam detected the faint smell of paint in the air but the overall feeling of newness reinforced Jordan’s story.
‘The flat is lovely but there’s only one bed mate’ Sam pertained.
Jordan continued ‘Well you’ve not seen the rest of the flat Sam, come with me’
Jordan rose and pushed a button on the wall and the mirrored wall became clear in an instant. Beyond the glass was an almighty rook terrace that made Sam realise how high up they were.  Being the only property in the block on this level gave it superb privacy and the size of it was almost as big as the flat itself.
Sam looked back at the flat and it offered itself in its softly glowing radiance that just seemed to welcome him with open arms, night sky clear with twinkling stars and a crescent moon shining down to give the whole top of the building a cool halo.
Jordan stood beside his best friend and held his shoulders, drawing closer to his lips he looked into his eyes and said ‘you’re more than a friend to me, I want to be with you forever Sam’.
Unblinking Sam stared deep into Jordan’s eyes and smiled wryly ‘this is so much to take in Jordan, I do love you so much, you’ve been my best friend for so long and we’ve lived together for four years now, I guess we’ve pretty much been a couple since then, and doing all this? For me? You have my heart and my devotion!’
Jordan’s eyes had been welling up at Sam’s words and together they embraced under the moonlit sky kissing passionately.
6
Sam and Jordan returned to the warm embrace of their new home and Jordan grabbed a couple of glasses of red wine for them to relax with.
‘You stay here whilst I grab the rest of our kit’ Jordan stated ‘have a look around and see if I got anything wrong’ Jordan looked back one more time at his love and gave a little smile as the door closed behind him.
The crunch underfoot as Jordan returned to the camper reminded him of his Aunt’s demise. She had been stalked and attacked in a car park before so she’d always insisted on gravel so she could have gained an advantage if she’d heard footsteps moments before.  Eventually she died of loneliness after her husband was injured protecting her on one of these occasions.  She found love so strong in Uncle Quentin that she wanted to be with him so much, she gave up on her life to be with him.
The trunk and last remaining holdall, plus the bag Jordan always kept handy in the storage locker were hefted form the van and once on tarmac, the wheeled trunk was easy to navigate. With the holdall placed atop and the van secured, Jordan returned to the main entrance.
Jordan’s thoughts were away with the fairies with dreams of his love in his fursuit and then in the leather suit he’d worn for his profile photo.  His next thought was of his boyfriend wearing the black rubber suit he’d ordered last month, “oh he’ll look so great in that suit, his finely toned body showing off his buttocks and thighs”.
Jordan was smiling to himself as the lift doors opened to the same ‘ping-pong’ and he glided across the marble hallway to his door and opened it.
Inside, Sam was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had gone back out to the terrace? Jordan couldn’t find him outside either, panic began to strike his whole body and the thought that Sam might have taken the stairs down whilst Jordan had come in the lift entered his mind.
Just as Jordan was about to head out the door again he heard the familiar snap of rubber against skin as its adjusted.
He turned around to see a black figure stood at the far end of the flat. Sam had appeared as if from nowhere, he couldn’t have found the playroom already, could he?
Jordan’s mouth became slack jawed at the sight of his love fully clad in a shiny black second skin forming to his contours like he’d been dipped in dark chocolate.
Shining under the kitchen lights, Sam’s cock bulged at the feeling of the all encompassing tightness of the full coverage suit, hiding his face behind the attached rubber hood. He wanted to grope himself so badly his cock ached pre-cum which lubricated the sheath grasping his eight inch engorged rod.
Jordan could scarcely believe his eyes as Sam allowed his own hands to caress his form, allowing light to dance across the surface like shooting stars in the night sky above them.
Sam walked over to Jordan and held his rubber gloved hand out and tilted his head in the same way his fursona Tigre did.
‘I want you to wear my leathers babe, I know you’re close to me in size so they will fit you great’.  And with that, he pulled the black vintage Leather suit from his holdall and handed it to Jordan.
Stumbling over his own feet Jordan couldn’t get his civvies off quick enough to reveal a throbbing engorged cock dripping with precum.
He slid his naked body into the legs of the one piece race suit and pulled it up onto his arms and wiggled his shoulders into place.  Just as he looked up and wriggled he felt a rubber gloved hand grasp his red hot throbbing cock and give it a little squeeze. 
A small amount of precum oozed out of his piss-slit and onto the rubber thumb of Sam’s hand.  Sam seductively slid his thumb into his mouth, and with his other hand, positioned Jordan’s cock as he zipped the vintage leather suit up from crotch to neck, pulling tight as the zip enclosed his body.
Sam returned to his holdall and pulled on a pair of heavy motocross boots he’d recently won in an online auction from the bag.  Jordan’s eyes widened as he got a glimpse of the tall black leather boots with a large shiny metal shin plate and straps running down the outside of each boot.
Sam’s shiny rubberised ass glinting in the moonlight gave Jordan some almost uncontrollable feelings stirring in his already pulsating crotch.
Sam turned around with a boot in each hand and gestured for Jordan to sit so he could boot him up.
The boots slid perfectly onto Jordan’s feet, and as he seated into place, Jordan groaned as more precum dribbled out of his cock at a rate like he’d almost shot his load. In fact, Jordan was seeing stars and real stars together with the moon reflected in the shiny rubbered head of his new lover depicted in the mirrored ceiling.
The second boot fitted into place, Sam began pulling the straps tight so they fitted Jordan’s feet exactly like they were intended for him.  The bonus of both men being a similar height was that they took similar sized boots and gloves too.
As Jordan was thinking of gloves, Sam’s rubbered hands groped roughly at Jordan’s crotch making him groan with pleasure.  Jordan went to caress Sam’s rubber hooded head, but Sam stopped his progress and handed him some leather motorcycle gloves.
Jordan slipped his paws into the gloves, fastened them tight and wanted to return to his beau but Sam had again retrieved something from his holdall, this time less recognisable, but as he held it up Jordan recognised the shape.
Sam stood up, walked behind Jordan and then slipped the soft leather hood onto his head. Grasping the laces and aligning the hood on Jordan’s head, he proceeded to draw the laces tighter and tighter.  Jordan groaned again as the encompassing leather squeezed at his body, making him feel every square inch of skin covered in leather.
Sam walked in front of Jordan and held his rubber gloved hand out once more.
6
Sam led Jordan to the floor-to-ceiling mirrored doors and pushed one open to reveal a cluster of soft cushions piled in the middle of the unfurnished terrace, banked by two groups of candles and the two glasses of red wine.
The two black figures embraced the night air and walked hand in hand to the comfy seating Sam had arranged so efficiently.  Both men felt energised by their outer layers, helping them to relax and take in the sight of each other completely covered in head to toe gear, as if they didn’t know each other so well and could have been someone else entirely. Both men embraced each other and began kissing deeply and passionately, feeling their toned bodies beneath the single layers of rubber or leather that coated the other body within the embrace.
Jordan stroked his rubber clad lover on his outer thigh and watched his leather gloved hand caress the body, glancing over the area of rubber covering aching nipples beneath as Sam gasped and felt a shiver of excitement course down his spine.
The pair continued to embrace closely for the next hour, sipping the red wine and relaxing in the moonlight.
Shooting stars danced their way across the night sky and secretly both made a wish that they could be with each other in their arms like this forever.
Another passionate kiss revitalised the couple, and they began rolling around as they did in fursuits like two playful kittens.  Breathing getting deeper and faster by the second, the groping increasing in energy and ferocity, the couple scatter cushions across the decking in passionate throws of lovemaking yet nothing was escaping their suits.  Sam, contained within his rubber sheath, was producing precum like he never had before. On the brink of orgasm, he was in euphoria, enjoying the Leather clad Jordan he admitted to himself that he’d lusted after but denied for years.
Jordan was on his back and thrusting his pelvis up, envisaging his precum soaked cock gliding in and out of the rubbered form astride him. He wanted to shoot his load so badly, yet didn’t want this experience to end.  Jordan opened his eyes to see Sam peering back at him through the eyeholes in the rubber hood, his head almost becoming part of the night sky behind him, the stars reflecting on the perfectly shined dome.
Both bodies writhing in pleasure, draining the surrounding area of oxygen by breathing deeply and heavily as they simultaneously began to ejaculate into their suits, filling the areas surrounding their cocks with white juices, pumping hot jet after hot jet of spunk out of their cocks and turning their eyes back into their heads as an almighty orgasm hits both men and drains them of the energy they had encompassed moments before.
Sam flops lifeless-like on top of Jordan, hooded heads next to each other, cheek to cheek.
7
The warm sun heating up Sam’s back brings him to life in the slightly chilled morning air as he begins to realise he’s still in the same position he was last night with Jordan beneath him.
The movement awakens Jordan too, who wants to stretch his jaw but then as he glances Sam in his shiny black suit, realises he is wearing a leather hood too, but also a leather suit, gloves and heavy motocross boots.
Jordan smiles a broad grin at Sam as the pair start laughing almost hysterically at the situation.
‘Any idea what the time is?’ Sam enquires
‘Well the sun is up so it must be past 6am, though it’s still a bit chilly. You must be freezing in that!’ Jordan replies, ogling Sam’s rubbered form. ‘I can’t keep my eyes off of you’
‘Same here. Wish we hadn’t arranged to go to this Con, can’t we miss it?’ disgruntled Sam shrugs and offers his hand to Jordan helping him up.
‘Actually, today is going to be another day to remember. I have a few ideas’ Jordan said with a glint in his eye, shrouded by leather. Sam felt his cock stir inside his sticky suit.
Remembering their emotional and sexually charged evening together, both men needed to get changed and tidy up.
8
The large silent clock mounted on the wall revealed it was about an hour before they had to leave for Preston and pick up Chris and Randy.
Showered and shaved, Jordan was ready first; Sam has his own shower and sink in the palatial shared bathroom. With only a little packing to get sorted, the pair regained the time quite effectively before heading out of the door just ten minutes behind schedule.
‘Ok van packed, all bags accounted for, wallets, phones, keys, tickets?’ Jordan ran through his mental checklist.
‘Check, check, check, check and check!’ Sam retorted.
With the flat locked up and the van ready to go, Jordan skilfully guided the camper out of the private car park and onto the main strip.  500yards down the road, Randy and Chris were waiting at the roadside with four large holdalls of their own and a large box.
Jordan pulls into the side of the road and the pair load the camper up for the rest of the journey.
Chris pulls the box into the main seating area with him and Randy.
‘Dude I love your camper, such a classic van, and it sounded much better than last time, beefier’ Chris noted.
‘Yeah, I’ve been doing some work on him, after the paintjob last year cleaned me out I’d had to wait to this year to sort the new exhaust and sounds out’. Jordan was in love with his project van but didn’t reveal the engine upgrade the windfall allowed him to install a few weeks earlier.
‘You guys both look really happy, good night was it?’ Randy gave Sam and Jordan a cheeky wink wink as he leaned over into the front cabin space.
‘Yeah, “wink wink, nudge nudge”. We always said those two should get it on, but after all these years they never did, so about time we gave up and found them boyfriends each’. Chris was sometimes a bit dim, but who could blame him as he’d known these two for almost as long as they’d known each other.
Sam looked over lovingly at Jordan as he engaged first gear and revved his engine, then pulled off knocking Chris backwards and Randy fell back on top of Chris squashing him on the padded bench seat that divided the rear cabin space.
‘Looks like you two need a room of your own right now!’ Jordan quipped.  Sam giggled and offered his hand to Randy.
Sam looked over at Jordan again and he nodded, ‘Tell ‘em’ and winked.
‘Actually, Chris, we finally gave in to each other last night and had the best evening of our lives’ Sam stated.
Randy grinned. ‘Awesome mate, I’m so stoked for ya. It’s fantastic when two likeminded furries get together and find love. From what Chris has said, you deserve each other too’
Chris, still hAlfie on the floor, gathered himself up and just crawled across and hugged both of them, planting an arm across the pair and said ‘I really couldn’t be happier for the pair of you, this weekend is gonna be so memorable for so many reasons’.
Jordan winked at Sam, reminded of his plans for his new lover.
9
Alfie;      Heya how’s it going?
Tigre;     Yeah i’m good how’s your smexy self? :D
Alfie;      I’m  doing good just relaxing after a hard day’s work.
Tigre;     Not often I see you on at this time of day, I’m getting away with it as my boss is at a sales meeting all afternoon.
Alfie;      Well I work shifts and today i’m on lates.
Tigre;     Ahhh I see.
Alfie;      So after our last chat you’ve not tried rubber or electro?
Tigre;     I’m not sure i’d like electro, sounds painfull to me.
Alfie;      It can be, in certain circumstances, whoever has the control decides if it’s pleasure or pain, i’d be gentle with you of course! ;P
Tigre;     hehe,  might try it one day, but really waana get into rubber, I’ve seen pictures so many times of guys in head to toe rubber suits, and I love the way they are so sexy and it fills the contours of their bodies.  The rubber hoods are so sexy too, I wanna be encased in rubber from head to toe, but the suits are soooo expensive L
Alfie;      Yeah I hear that! My rubber suit was almost £400 but it is bespoke and will give me many years of pleasure, definitely worth it.  After seeing your pic of you in leather I think you’d look well hot in rubber too!
Tigre;     Aww, thank you >:D<
Alfie;      Is there any other pics of you in gear? I’d love to see that hot body in different postions, like tied to my bed! Hehehe
Tigre;     Bondage too? Wow that hawt man, i’d love to try that, but i think i’d need to get to know you first
Alfie;      How about you send me a facepic then?
Tigre;     I don’t think I can do that just yet, I’m shy.
Alfie;      Okies, well you don’t get one of me then, take your time though, I like the way we get along chatting, would be good to meet you for a drink or something?
Tigre;     Maybe, will have to see, you’re the first i’ve really chatted to like this.
Alfie;      Your choice but keep in touch, I need to go out for some shopping, my Boyfrined will be home soon and I’m cooking tonight.
Tigre;     Okies, take care! Wruff!! xx
Alfie;      Huggles Pup xx
Alfie is offline
Tigre is Offline
10
Alfie;      Heya’s Pup how u doing?
Tigre;     Wruff! I’m doing good thanks how’s u? >:D<
Alfie;      Yeah at work tonight, couldn’t stop thinking of you earlier, I’ve got a short break and the office is locked for now ;P
Tigre;     u perving then?
Alfie;      Yeah i’m just looking at your profile actually, I see you’ve updated it a bit to include interest in electro?
Tigre;     well it seems you’ve sparked an interest mate, I would like to try it.
Alfie;      What sort of situation did you want to try it in?
Tigre;     Well just on it’s own if that’s ok?
Alfie;      I’m happy to do that for you, but i’d recommend you try it in some gear...a rubber suit perhaps ;)
Tigre;     mmmm sounds good to me.  In fact i’ve been thinking about the possibility of wearing a rubber suit under my leathers too.
Alfie;      That’s a hawt idea! *drools*
Tigre;     Yeah, my mind gets a little creative with kinkiness sometimes...
Alfie;      I like the sound of that, kinky pup!
Tigre;     Well hopefully get out and learn to ride a motorbike oneday, would be so great to ride past someone or, even better to pull up at some traffic lights in my bike gear and them not know i’m wearing full rubber underneath too!!!
Alfie;      you had my at ‘rubber underneath’  soz mate but i gotta head off and finish my shift, catch u latas!!  Huggles pup! Xx
Tigre;     yeah, np, haggles!! :D
Alfie is offline
Sam sat staring into the air when a knock at the door brings him back with a thump.
‘Cuppa tea Sam?’ asks Jordan.
‘Please, thanks mate’ replied Sam.
Jordan shuffles off in his flip-flops to make a brew with a knowing smirk on his face....’that was definitely a precum patch on his trackie bottoms I saw....’
11
The bass thrums the air at the service station as Pete and Josh look at each other knowingly.
‘Jordan!’
The campervan rolls around the perimeter of the service station car park, booming its tunes into the air gaining everyone’s attention who has ears and embarrassing the couple who have to let the others know their location.  Waving to get Jordan’s attention, Josh waves and holds his finger up to his lips to try and subdue the thumping bass line from the happy hardcore 90’s classic MP3 Jordan adores.
Jordan pulls up alongside Pete’s new car, gleaming on the top surface, but dirty from the occasional puddles on the motorway. Sam jumps out to stretch his legs.
‘Any sign of Si and Keith?’ asks Sam.
‘Nope, late as usual, honestly think they don’t want to bother coming!’ Josh proclaims
A couple of bikers roar into the services, both in black leathers and black visored helmets, their motocross boots slightly muddy and greasy from real use.
The whole group crane their necks to get a better look as they pass the other side of Jordan’s camper.
‘Go go power rangers!’ Screams a high pitched Ryan, thrusting his hips and doing karate chops at the two bikers as they pull up, almost losing the three ice creams he’d fetched while the camper was parking up.
‘He has to ruin the mood sometimes’ grumbles Sam to Jordan.
Josh looks at Randy inquisitively.
‘Sam, Jordan, didn’t you want to tell the guys something?’ asks Randy.
Sam takes a deep breath and Jordan starts speaking ‘Sam and I are officially an item. We had a breakthrough last night and have decided to start seeing each other...properly’.
Ryan grabs Josh and Pete in an embrace and drags them all over for a group hug.
‘So so happy for you guys, you know we think you’re perfect for each other, about time too!’ exclaims Ryan, ‘We should have a party to end all parties tonight’.
‘Well there is a furry convention guys, we’ll be getting party pooped to the early hours! Hehehe!’ Chris points out.
A fruity sounding car pulls up next to the campervan and Keith stumbles out a bit unsteady on his feet.  Hurling his breakfast up at the front of Simon’s rally replica, Simon comforts his boyfriend.
‘I wish you wouldn’t drive so fast!’ Keith splutters.
‘You ok guys? We were beginning to think you weren’t gonna make it!’ Pete jests.
‘We almost didn’t after that last manoeuvre!’ Keith continues, glaring at Simon.
Simon walks off to the shop. ‘I’ll get us something to drink’ he shouts as he wanders off.
Minutes later, Simon returns to the car park where the crowd of friends are joking and upbeat once more. Keith is sprawled over the rally replica’s bonnet in the stronger midday sun.
‘Sorry babe, you feeling any better? I got you a still orange’ Simon humbly approaches Keith and they hug.
‘Right, get your engines started, Preston here we come’ proclaims Chris.
12
The journey up to Preston was long and arduous but by late afternoon the convoy arrives at the designated hotel and soon everyone is unpacked and in their respective rooms.  Pete and Josh, Simon and Keith, Chris and Ryan and lastly the two new lovers, Jordan and Sam having rooms along the same corridor.
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Sam and Jordan embrace and feel the relief of being alone again. They hold each other tight and kiss deeply like they hadn’t seen each other in weeks.
‘What’s these plans then? Your eyes tell me you have a devious plan up your sleeve?’ enquires Sam
‘Well I have a few things in my trunk that you’re gonna wear. These items will help you beat that cocky Ryan at his own game’ Jordan explains.
Sam has a puzzled look on his face as Jordan continues.
‘I also have a plan which is going to make you unbelievably horny but it’s going to take a while to get you ready’ Jordan maintains his prose.
‘First is some devices which are inserted and are attached, then your rubber suit, a lycra zentai suit, then leathers, then your fursuit’ Jordan says unrelentingly ‘How does that sound, Pup?’ and with that, Sam becomes transfixed on Jordan drooling and wanting to obey his every command.
Unknown to Sam, Jordan had been placing subconscious markers around the flat to introduce him to his kinky side that would eventually allow Jordan to take control of Sam’s mind through hypnosis.
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Sam proceeded to get ready. As if commanded by a divine force, he prepared his attire for the evening.  Turning his new rubber suit inside out, lubricating it then turning it the right way, he would effectively slide into this rubber skin smoothly.
Jordan clicks his fingers and Sam’s head droops but remain standing rigidly.
Jordan prepares Sam’s anus and inserts a douche filled with electro specific lubricant and squeezes the bulb.  Jellified lubricant floods Sam’s internal cavity and, with a couple of fingers to loosen his sphincter, he skilfully inserts the anal probes fully into Sam’s behind.  With only the controlling wires showing, no one would be the wiser of what Sam would be subjected to.
A garment shaped like a thong, but with a hole in the front, is then affixed to Sam’s lower body. His cock and balls are fed through the hole in the front and the wires to the electrode fed through the hole aligned to his hole.  Once in position, the device is locked into place and is form fitting and even encourages Sam’s cock and balls to grow even bigger due to the restriction around the cockring embedded into the device.
Bands are then wrapped around Sam’s individual balls and separated by Jordan’s trained fingers, held in place by a strap on the device.  Lastly his cock has electrodes attached along the shaft and a corona stimulator with a electro sound inserted down Sam’s cock and secured in place by several straps on the device.
Jordan snaps his fingers once more and Sam continues getting ready.  He slides his legs into the rubber suit and smoothes out the rubber encasing his legs.  He pulls up the rubber so it covers his toned stomach and chest, feeding his arms down the sleeves and into the gloves snugly at the ends.
Sam stops before going any further and Jordan knows what to do next.  He walks up to Sam and kisses him passionately, groping his crotch and feeling his penis, constrained beneath the straps, throbbing and surely oozing precum inside the rubber suit.
Jordan walks behind Sam and pulls the rubber hood up to Sam’s beautiful face. He pulls the zipper shut, matching with the shoulder zips at one point between his shoulders. A slim line padlock secures the rubber suit onto Sam, even though he is programmed to do whatever Jordan says.
The next item is a black lycra zentai suit, which many fursuiters wear beneath their costumes just in case a part shows underneath.  The lycra suit goes on easily enough but is required more because Sam will find it easier to get his leathers on over the top of lycra than bare rubber.
With the Zentai zipped up, Sam grabs his vintage leathers and pulls them on, easily sliding over the lycra covering his body. He’s soon encased in his third layer.
Due to Sam’s programming, he just does what he is told without recourse or reaction, so his next step of donning the motocross boots and leather gloves might have seemed strange, but all would be revealed.
Jordan slips a soft leather hood over Sam’s head and tightens the lacing, making sure it fits perfectly. Jordan’s next step is to link the leather and hood through a chain and padlocks them to ensure Sam cannot remove the items until he has completed his tasks later in the evening.
With Sam in three complete layers, Rubber, Lycra and Leather, Jordan reveals his secret fursuit.  A dog/pup fursona called Boots: a white and brown Staffordshire bull terrier, with a brown patch over one eye and wearing motocross boots, he is cute and will fit right over the top of Sam’s current outfit.
Jordan helps Sam into the final fursuit layer, body first, and zips it shut. The fursuit designed to fit directly over leathers gives the pup a muscled look to his body.
Paws are stretched over the leather gloves and end with sharp claws at the fingertips.
The ‘Bootpaws’ are then fitted over the motocross boots and fastened shut, and finally the head is pulled down over the leather hood head of Sam, finally encasing him in his final layer.
Zips to complete the fursuit are pulled to remove any baggy areas on the character as Jordan looks into the pup’s eyes and says ‘The zips are one way items, the runner comes off the end of the track and you’re sealed inside until I reattach them. They won’t pull apart or burst’. Sam comes back into consciousness and immediately feels the tightness of his layered prison, groaning loudly he wants to shoot his load immediately.
‘Wruff! Wruff!’ Sam barks ‘I’m so horny, I was aware of everything I just did but couldn’t, in fact didn’t want to resist!’ Sam exclaimed and Jordan was only too happy to hear this.
Jordan hadn’t secured the pup’s head inside the fursuit so removed the head one last time before departing to the convention.
‘Are you going to chaperone me tonight?’ Sam asked.
‘Yes I will be looking after you.....in more ways than one. Once this head goes on I will say the trigger word and you’ll become ‘Boots’ a mean cheeky Staffy who loves to strut his stuff!!!!’ Jordan explains. ‘But first, I want a kiss’ and with that, Jordan grabs Sam by the back of his leather hooded head and kisses him deeply, Sam writhing in pleasure and grinding his crotch into Jordan.
Jordan finishes kissing Sam, and with his eyes, closed Sam’s mind wanders off into worlds of how he looks and feels, how he’s being treated and next thing he knows a rubber cock shaped object is thrust into his mouth....a gag! With a tube going into it is strapped securely to his hooded head.
‘Don’t worry you can still bark! This is to feed you liquid, you’ll be needing it a lot tonight’ Jordan reassures his pup by stroking his head.
Sam calms down and accepts the gag, which is attached to a tube he didn’t notice poking out from over his right shoulder.
Another few wires are plugged into the head of ‘Boots’, and with a swift kiss to his leather clad forehead, Sam is plunged into the fursuit head and cooling fans relieve a little of the heat built up.
Jordan clicks his fingers and Boots’ head droops but remains standing motionless in the middle of the hotel room, meanwhile Jordan take a shower and gets ready for the evening’s entertainment.
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‘Click’ and Boots is awake again, securely inside his fursuit and stood in front of a mirror. He looks at himself and takes in what he sees as once damn sexy looking furry, and feeling somehow horny and under someone’s control.  The someone reveals themselves from behind with a big leash which is attached to his collar. 
As soon as the leash is clipped to the collar, Boots gives a big gratuitous Wruff! And hugs his master closely, getting down on his knees he humps his master’s leg and looking up he sees his master is pleased.
‘Ok, time for walkies’ orders Jordan.
Boots jumps up on his hind legs and awaits his master to open the door. He bounds out into the corridor, wagging his tail with glee.  Pete and Tex (his hound) are in the corridor waiting already, and upon seeing the leash bound pup Pete laughingly comments ‘nice puppy dawg you got there Jordan, is he new?’
‘Yes he is brand new just this last day Peter, thank you, he is a fine specimen and is going to be a great entertainer tonight’ Jordan retorts.
Just as Jordan finishes, he’s leapt upon by a bouncy Kitten called Sooty. A Coyote helps him up off the floor, but the kitty tries to hide behind him as the pup Boots is staring and wanting to chase the cat away.
‘Behave all of you!’ Snaps Randy and the Kitten runs back to him rubbing himself against Randy’s legs.
The Coyote shrugs and leads the group to the exit.
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The hotel foyer is full of fursuiters and their chaperones. As the elevators open to reveal our heroes, the kitten runs out first to find the dance contest application queue.  He finds it, and runs back to get his chaperone to get him signed up.  Trying to hurry Randy up wasn’t a good idea, especially as the Kitten is Ryan, and he is insufferable and insists everyone watches. 
To give him his due, Ryan was a good dancer, but today he would get served a portion of humble pie.
Jordan walked Boots up to the same contest queue behind Kitty, and after signed up, they awaited their turns.
Ryan got his turn dancing to his favourite number. Although it wasn’t the most difficult number, he always got the crowd going, and all the furs in the room were dancing along to his well rehearsed moves.
Then it was Boots’ turn and the intro of a 90’s happy hardcore classic began.  Instantly Boots started to break-dance with moves that hadn’t been seen since the eighties. With some slick moves, the crowd roared with approval, with the kitten looking on bemused at the surprise showing of Sam in this new fursuit.  Boots had made his first appearance memorable.
When Boots had finished, the track was still going and the kitten and the pup joined in dancing together like they practiced for weeks beforehand. This was mostly down to the susceptible Sam inside Boots watching Kitten’s moves and working with them.
What the crowd didn’t know or even detect, was the electrical devices hidden inside Boots’ suits which were helping him keep in time with the music as the electro in his ass, stimulating his prostate, on each ball working independently, along the shaft of his cock and down his urethra all working in unison to a microphone which was activated moments before the music started.
Coupled with bi-polar electro bands at wrists, elbows, knees and ankles plus the shock collar, Boots wasn’t even completely in control of his moves, the shocks given to him MADE him dance and flip and roll and spin. 
Regardless how it was achieved using talent or cheating by kinky electro devices, Boots’ performance wins him the Dance trophy and the respect of Kitten who from this point onwards treats Sam with respect like a pop idol.
As the convention continues throughout the evening, Sam keeps his fursuit head on while all the others get fresh air and take drinks on.
Jordan explains that Sam wants to remain in character all night and has an energy drink pack built into his suit as well as cooling fans and a cooling vest.  All the other shrug and accept Sam’s determination to stay in character.
As the night draws to a close, Sam and Jordan return to their hotel room.  Exhausted, Jordan allows Sam to rest on the bed.  Subconsciously, Sam has rested in the middle of the double bed spread out like a starfish.
As Sam has reduced visibility in the fursuit and can’t get out, he lays there, allowing his body to rest and his mind to think pervy thoughts about earlier in the night.  Just as he is thinking how he hadn’t actually shot his load he feels a weight on his chest.
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Jordan looks into his pup’s eyes and declares ’you’ve done very well tonight, pup. Time for your reward’ and gives a huge evil grin....
Suddenly, Sam can’t move his body. Despite his exhaustion, his body feels rigid and kept in the spread eagled position he rested in.
Chains rattle as leather restraints are applied to the furry pup’s limbs and pull him taut on the bed, stretching the poor pup even further. His collar is attached to the headboard, and finally a belt around his waist to stop him wriggling too much and doing himself some harm.
‘Ok pup, this is all automatic from this point on, you should shoot your load by the time I return. I’ll close the curtains, but as the program is on repeat you might shoot your load a few times.......see you in the morning!!’
And with that, Jordan closes the door but remains within the room, deciding to nestle on the sofa in the corner, listening to the soft moans of the pup growling and wuffing softly into his gag.  As the electro unit goes to work on his cock and balls, his prostate sends him into heaven and doesn’t give up its relentless treatment of his g-spots.
Inside his layers of rubber, lycra, leather and fur Sam is plugged, gagged and on the brink of orgasm. 
Unable to control his body, the pleasures of this captivity and the perviness of the whole weekend so far have been ecstatic and beyond his wildest dreams.
Had Jordan planted the seed of rubber and leather into his mind years ago or were they already there? All he knew now was that he loved the feel of the skin-tight rubber hugging his body, making him sweaty and slimy but the extra layer of lycra pulling everything tighter, and allowing the leather to be added on top and make it even more intense.
The fact he’d added a new fursuit to cover up this deviousness and made Sam dance uncontrollably to a dance competition win was beyond his doing?  Was the slob involved too? That computer nerd that is using the old flat?  Is that part of the deal too?
As Sam’s mind wondered off into the what if’s and now’s, he lost control of his body and ejected a gargantuan amount of spunk into his rubber suit, his arse muscles contracting and squeezing his prostate harder and harder against the electrode as he shot and shot the streams of cum lubricating the devices containing his engorged cock.
The electro didn’t stop, but kept jolting him softly buzzing in his ass and each ring one at a time like someone is gently stroking his cock back to full erection, stroking his cock up and down and then encircling his balls and then up and down time and again, bringing him to orgasm several times that night.
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Jordan lay on the sofa, watching his lover trapped in his web of lies and deceit, and wondered if it was the right thing to do.  Sam was his best mate, that was for sure, but to control his mind and make him lust after the same fetishes as him? 
His desire to not be alone in his love of all these kinky things had to be shared and with the name he’d lusted after all his adult life, Sam was the one he wanted to share it with.
Soon, Rod would be evicted and they could live together happily in pervy harmony content, at peace and in complete trust of each other.
Sam, meanwhile, was seeing stars after the sixth orgasm when light flooded the room and he no longer felt the buzzing sensation.
His body completely limp and lifeless from the physical torment he’d succumbed to.
He was helped up to find the fursuit head, paws and Bootpaws had been removed without him noticing.  Such was his exhaustion he just flopped about like a ragdoll.
After a while, the fursuit, leathers, boots and gloves were removed.  The lycra zentai topped a pile of material at the side of the bed.
Jordan assisted the now rubber clad Sam into the bathroom and gently lowered him onto the stool he’d placed in the shower cubicle.
The water turned on and coated the Rubber clad Sam in warm water.  Jordan unlocked the suit and water flooded in between the layers, instantly reviving the weary Sam.
The rubber hood peeled from his face revealed tired eyes and a grin mounted on a face that should have been too tired to smile wryly.
The rubber suit slid from Sam’s body as the water cleansed his oxygen starved skin of its dead layer.  Jordan helped Sam regain his composure as he emerged from the rubber, the suit finding its way to his feet like mud soaking a motocross rider being hosed down.
Jordan picked the rubber suit up and said ‘I hope you enjoyed your 30th Birthday?’ Sam laughed a hearty laugh and looked up into Jordan’s eyes.
‘I love you with all my heart, thank you for opening my eyes...to you, I love you’ as he fell to his knees ‘will you marry me?’
Jordan’s eyes filled with tears as his naked boyfriend, wet from the still running shower, exhausted from the mind-blowing session they’d been through, stared up at him deeply like their souls met  and were dancing in the starry sky above the moon shining down on them two nights before.
‘Of course I’ll marry you, if you’re sure?’ Jordan knew he’s been the puppeteer in this charade, and wondered if they were real feelings, now he was the one out of control, fully clothed and after having a fairly decent night’s sleep compared to Sam who had neither!
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Jordan and Sam spent the rest of the day together, holding hands and staring lovingly at each other.  Romantic dinners followed, as did the long drive home accompanied by the irritating Ryan who was desperate to know Sam’s secret.
Would they tell him? Unlikely, though it’d be interesting to find out if he could handle a night like that.
Sam breathed a sigh of relief when Jordan cranked the tunes up and drowned out the high pitched singing Ryan had decided to inflict on them with non lyrical music.
Sam looked over to Jordan as they drove South back home to London, Preston slowly disappearing behind them.

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