The Pleasure Maze, Pt. 2
#17 of Grant and Grace
"Grant and his occasional partner-in-crime Ruel have gathered three unlucky contestants to participate in a devious maze filled with kinky and clingy fetish gear."
Pete slides the glass door open carefully and steps into the shower. As soon as he slides the door shut behind him the shower activates on its own. Instead of water however some bitter smelling liquid is released and soon coats him. Pete reels from the smell and stumbles away from the source of the fluid, but its release ends quickly. Pete's eyes sting and his body tingles. He slides the shower door open and stumbles out into the bathroom proper with its full body mirror.
"What, *ack,* What was that?" Pete asks.
"That, my handsome lion, was a latexification trap. It's just as well that you can't reach the zipper because you are now sealed inside the suit permanently." Ruel informs.
"Wha!?" Pete gropes himself with his padded paws to find that the suit is indeed merged with his skin. The smooth exterior feels as though it is his real flesh and blood. His face has merged with the hood as well. When he opens his mouth it bares rubbery fangs and a long tongue, but no trace of his human face is visible save for his eyes. The zipper has been buried and absorbed in the latex shower. Pete looks down at his glistening, latex physique. "Hey! You said I could take this off!"
"Yes. And you could have ... if you didn't run into this exact trap. Tough luck pal. Back to the maze eh?" Ruel says. The laughing of the crowd can be heard in the background.
"No, this can't be happening. I can't be trapped like this." Pete says, begging for the situation to be a sick joke on his behalf.
"Onward lion!" Grant shouts in an unnaturally deep voice. Pete shudders and steps up to the portal. He feels unnatural and embarrassed in his second skin, but musters the drive to move on. He passes through the portal to arrive in a darkened room. The night sky is visible on the other side of what is apparently a bedroom. Pete steps forward uneasily.
"Hey, what do I--" As soon as Pete speaks the lights turn on. Vents which had been hidden from sight begin to spew forth a rosy gas. It wafts to the floor and begins to rise meeting Pete's leonine nose. The perfume is flowery and enticing. Pete had been startled, but the mist swiftly calms his nerves. The room is full of the gas. Forgetting himself Pete sits on the edge of the nearest bed.
"Ohhhh wow, that smells amazing." Pete says. His blood rushes, his cheeks flush. The latex lion begins absently kneading his testicles with his soft, puffy paws. "Mnn, god I feel so good." Pete's lion-like, latex cock is soon completely erect. The mist floods Pete's senses causing him to forget his embarrassment. He wraps the two paws around his moist dick. With his dick nestled between the enlarged paw pads Pete begins to pump with fervor.
The suit has increased his sensitivity indeed. His penis is alive with sensation and the soft paw pads feel blasphemously pleasurable. Pete even lolls his long tongue out of his mouth and pants. He can hear the catcalling and pleased groaning of the crowd through the speakers but cannot be dissuaded. His lust is overwhelming. To his mild embarrassment Pete's rubbery body squeaks often in his heated masturbation. As he nears his climax he begins to curls his lip into a snarl. The bestial bliss fills him and he pumps harder than before. Sliding the chubby paws up the lubricated shaft. With a growl so genuine it surprises even himself Pete comes. He pumps continually as his seed splashes onto the carpet below, only stopping after his dick has receded to relative flaccidity. Pete slowly recovers from his sudden spike in lust to find he has drooled all over his glistening pectorals. His paws are simply covered in cum and despite his furious shaking it won't rub off.
"Happy to see you are enjoying yourself lion." Ruel chides.
"Now that is what I call a 'jack attack.'" Grant adds.
"You are terrible." Ruel says.
"Not my fault he enjoys ... pawing off." Grant says.
"Stop!" Ruel shouts.
In his right mind once again Pete is mortified. He tries to hide his face and penis from the camera. Rightly feeling furious Pete rapidly rises from the bed and strides to the distant portal.
This portal places Pete inside the den of a richly decorated penthouse. Before him is a television and beside it are two doors. Above the leftmost door is written "EXIT" in bold red lettering. Pete's heart leaps.
"Alright Pete, you're almost there. Let's see what your final room has in store." Ruel says.
Pete stands unsurely in anticipation. There doesn't appear to be anything in the room that he is supposed to interact with. The lion's eyes are soon drawn to the TV. He knows, somehow, that it will reveal his final challenge. In affirmation the screen soon lights up, startling him. It reveals a message: "Slave Mode." Pete feels a slight jolt run through his latex coated body, but otherwise he remains unaffected. The TV blinks off again and the doors, including the EXIT door, swing open. Pete walks quickly toward the portal as his captors begin to speak.
"Oh and a perfect end. Slave mode is a personal favorite of mine." Ruel says.
"What does it do?" Grant asks.
"Our friend Pete here will now be forced to comply with any order given to him. Any order." Ruel informs. Pete stands still in shock before eyeing the camera incredulously.
"No way. Pete, ummm, lick your cum off your paws." Grant orders.
"What? No! Why would I..." Pete says before noticing that his right hand is moving on its own. A thick, slick finger moves toward his unwilling mouth. "Oh no, wai--phmm. *Shlip* mmng?!" Pete is unable to stop. His latex body moves under its own power. He deftly cleans the seed covered claw and pad with his long tongue while looking down his muzzle in disbelief. "Mmmn! Grrr." Pete groans.
"Ok ok, you can stop." Grant says.
Suddenly in control of his arm again Pete quickly removes his paw from his mouth. He grimaces and hurries to the exit portal. He can't wait to be free of the cursed place. As he passes through the portal he whispers "Finally."
"Finally indeed." Grant says. Pete does a double take when he finds that he is standing in a red and white lit control room. His captors Ruel and Grant sit facing him while sipping cocktails. Pete stumbles into the door behind him which is solid and locked.
"Huh? But, n-no. You said I'd be free if I got to the exit." Pete says, fear welling up inside him.
"Pete you are free alright." Grant says "Free to come over here and suck my dick." The dog pulls down his pants and points at his throbbing cock. Pete's suit forces him to comply. He walks with a sexy sway toward the dog.
"No! This isn't fair! You lied." Pete says. He reaches Grants side and gets down on his knees before him.
"Oh it's fair alright. You went through -my- exit so -I- get to keep you." Grant says before putting a hand on Pete's head. "Now suck." He presses Pete's rubbery maw onto his dick and the latex lion begins pleasing him dutifully. He manages to groan in protest now and then, but because of the suit he is helpless to stop.
"Grant, One. Ruel, Zero." Grant says with a cocky grin as Pete's ears bob up and down.
- Contestant Three: Aldo Antonelli -
"Alright Aldo, you're up. Are you excited to explore our Pleasure Maze?" Ruel asks. The muffled sounds of Pete giving Grant head can be heard in the background.
"Fuck you fags. I'm breaking out of this hell hole right now." Aldo says. The muscular and intimidating wolf was teleported to a medium sized hotel room housing two beds. He reaches for the bedside table and upon gripping firmly finds it is attached to the wall. Using leverage he snaps the hard, plastic surface from the wall. He approaches the window with the slab and throws it with all of his strength. Before reaching its destination the slab disappears into thin air.
"Mmm, come on Aldo. Mnf. You're going to have to play by the rules if you want to get out. Isn't that right Petey?" Grant says. His lion slave can only moan in response.
"Yeah right. There is no way out. This is a sick game for you two." Aldo shouts at the room's camera.
"You don't know that. Come on big guy, give it a shot." Ruel says. Aldo snarls in response. Feeling fed up the wolf approaches the open door and strides through the portal.
"Let's get this mess over with. My people are going to come for me Ruel. You know? You won't get away with this." Aldo says as he arrives inside a smaller hotel room with one exit.
"I sincerely hope they do. More playthings." Ruel says confidently. Aldo scoffs as he walks into the room's center. There doesn't seem to be any items to interact with or put on. Though as he is walking the carpet seems to give way. He steps through a particularly squishy patch before realizing his mistake.
Instantly the floor comes to life. The carpet in a small circular patch around his feet was actually a latex trap. Two whips of latex wrap around his legs holding him in place. Then a thicker mass looking somewhat like a queer horses saddle rises between his legs.
"Ah! What the hell is this thing?" Aldo yells.
"Ah the saddle trap. A recent invention of mine." Ruel notes.
The saddle's shape shifts. It forms a long compartment in Aldo's front and, unseen by him, a long dildo appears on its back. The dildo soon begins pressing its way into the wolf's ass while his dick is engulfed by the hollow compartment in its front. The wolf's clothes are cleared away by some mechanism of the latex itself. The bottoms of his pants fall away leaving him wearing only a shirt and the crotch saddle. The dildo in Aldo's ass is growing rapidly. It widens and fills his ass. A knot forms at its base making it essentially an oversized butt plug. Additionally a tendril of it is worming its way inside Aldo and forcing his dick to become erect with a mechanical prostate massage. As it does so the front compartment begins stroking and sucking his cock.
"Ah-hey, hey!" Aldo shouts as his face flushes red beneath his gray fur. "Nnnoo, stop it." The wolf tries to grab the device and pry it looks, but it is secured strongly around his waist and hips. The anal probe teases relentlessly causing the wolf immense pleasure, while the cock tube does the rest of the work. Not knowing what to do with his hands the wolf unwittingly gives his viewers the pleasure of watching him stroking his hard chest and nipples.
"Aldo are you enjoying it? I know we all are." Ruel asks.
"Stop fucking looking at me!" Aldo yells as he is pleased ceaselessly in front of an audience of gay men who are thoroughly enjoying his embarrassment. He tries some last feeble attempts to free himself, but the pleasure is so great that he can barely muster the strength. The cock tube is so snug and warm. Aldo begins absently humping into it in an effort to end the situation as quickly as possible.
"Hunh, hunh, hunh." He pants with eyes closed. Finally the pleasure is too great. Aldo comes inside the cock tube which continues to massage his hard cock until it the wolf is fully satisfied. The probing of the butt plug soon stops as well allowing Aldo to relax. Aldo shudders with pleasure as the cock tube disengages and recedes into the saddle. Then the saddle proper pulls itself off of his waist and begins to descend into the floor. Though a part of it is dislodged and remains attached to the wolf.
"Aww what?" Aldo turns around to confirm. The unreasonably huge butt plug has remained lodged within his anus. He is forced to stand shifting and bowlegged.
"Wasn't that fun? And look you get to keep the butt plug." Grant says.
Aldo groans and, while covering his privates, waddles to the next portal. In a flash he appears in what is apparently the hotel's gym.
"Oh no way, look at the table!" Grant says. The startled wolf darts to the table and finds a skimpy garment. Upon lifting the dainty thing he finds that it is a thong. "Perfect. Put it on."
Aldo looks angrily from the locked doors to the revealing leather thong. He doesn't want to give his captors the pleasure of seeing him put it on but, he reasons, it would be better than the alternative of walking around naked. Turning away from the camera Aldo slides the thong on. He inspects himself in the mirror wall. The thong's violet, material is snug and naturally reveals every curve of the wolf's penis and balls. He growls and stomps toward the door as the crowd shouts and cat calls over the speakers. After flinging the unlocked door open Aldo darts into the next room.
Aldo is in another small hotel room, windowless this time. On the bed furthest from him sit a pair of boots.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me." He says. He approaches and examines the boots to learn that they are actually high heels which zip to cover the entire leg up to about the thigh.
"Oooh, you are going to look so sexy in those. Especially with that thong." Grant says.
"Shut it homo." Aldo shouts. He gruffly lifts the first boot and slides a big, manly paw inside. The boots are presumably made of latex and instead of a thin heel they possess thick wedges. Aldo zips the first boot up before donning the next. Having never worn heels before the wolf stands uneasily. He holds onto the bed until he can find his balance. When he is able to stand on his own he is unhappy to find that standing in the heels causes his ass and tail to jut out. When he takes his first clopping steps he can feel his butt jiggle to the audible delight of his onlookers. "Fucking fags." He mutters. The door of the room has opened so Aldo makes his slow way toward it. He bares his fangs and steps inside.
The wolf finds himself in a hotel hallway with all of its doors shut and presumably locked. In the halls widened center is a button atop a table. A sign beside the button urges "PRESS ME." The wolf is increasingly furious. At this point he wants to clear the maze as fast as possible so he can have a chance to enact revenge on Ruel and Grant. The wolf walks up to the button and hastily presses it. Upon depressing the button it oozes forth a violet goo. When this reaches the wofl's finger it rapidly expands and begins to move on its own.
"What the hell?!" The wolf tries to shake the goo from his arm, but has an increasingly difficult time doing so. The material controls his arms. They are forced into a straightjacket position before the material constricts tightly. Aldo's thick, muscular arms are bound firmly to his chest. He thrashes and pulls but the latex holds him firmly in check. The material settles to look like an actual straightjacket before a final change occurs. Around his neck the material thickens. It creates a spiked collar which, as it hardens, holds his head steady. He can barely turn his head at all. He whirls around, nearly falling from his lack of coordination.
"What the hell is this?" Aldo shouts. He jerks his neck against the stiff collar.
"That appears to be a strait jacket Aldo, with an attached posture collar. And oh, looks like the thong and high heels are on to stay now huh?" Grant jokes. The wolf continues to grunt and struggle fruitlessly again the binding latex. He angrily storms through the nearest portal, though his menace is severely diminished by the loss of his arms and svelte, embarrassing high heels to speak nothing of the enormous butt plug filling his rear. In the next room Aldo finds a welcome sight. Above the room's nearest exit is the word "EXIT," Assumedly denoting a way out of the maze.
"Yess, finally. I'm coming for you Ruel." Aldo says. Ruel laughs heartily at him. Inside the modest hotel room are two tables, each containing an open black box. Between the tables is a pedestal bearing the words "CHOOSE ONE" Aldo approaches to investigate before realizing an unavoidable issue.
"How am I supposed to pick one with no arms?" Aldo yells.
"Oh, I guess you'll just have to use your mouth..." Ruel says.
"Of course. Bastards." Aldo says. He arbitrarily picks the leftmost box. Peering over the boxes' edge reveals nothing of its contents. There appears to be a black film or some black liquid between himself and the contents. Out of curiosity he checks the other box and finds a similar phenomenon.
Aldo bends carefully in his heels and sticks his muzzle into the inky box. He fishes his nose around in the solution for a moment before realizing that there is nothing within the box. Another realization hits him when the substance he had carelessly stuck his face into binds itself to his muzzle. It invades his mouth as well.
"Mmn? Moooh Moahh?! Whu thu?" Aldo tries to shout, but finds his muzzle is now apparently made of latex. Furthermore a gag within it forces his mouth to remain slack and agape.
"Sorry Aldo could you repeat that?" Grant says. The audience laughs along.
"Mnuu fugg kuhh yoo." Aldo thrashes in anger while trying to force his mouth to comply. He can't shut it whatsoever and he finds himself drooling incessantly.
"You're going to fucking kill me?" Grant says "Not in those heels, babe."
Aldo is completely incensed. As the exit door is now ajar the wolf makes his way toward it. Tightly bound in his acquired gear Aldo stomps toward to the exit portal and presumably his encounter with Ruel. He makes a wicked grin and steps through.
"My god look at those abs." An amorous dragon nearby growls.
"Hey Aldo, I know you want to come over here and suck my cock." An unseen other shouts.
The exit portal has deposited Aldo into the crowd inside the Rujiao's lounge. He stumbles backward in surprise as the congregation wastes no time digging into him. He has to shrug off a pair of roving hands, and all around him are hungry eyes.
"Hah! This one's mine Grant. And thanks to Tanish's early dead-end that makes this game a tie." Ruel says. Aldo glares with surprise at the control room where his hated opponent and Grant sit. Pete, the captured latex lion sits as well looking completely dismal.
"Huhhh?!" Aldo shouts.
"That's right Aldo, you belong to me now. Go on boys. Have fun with him." Ruel says, eyeing the wolf.
A chain is suddenly attached to a hook on the back of Aldo's collar which he wasnt aware of. A huge, burly bear stands before him and with a heavy paw brings the relatively small wolf to his knees. The bear drops his pants and lovingly caresses the wolf's ears. And try as he might he can't move his face away. The collar, thick and strong, forces him to face forward, directly at the bear's erect dick.
"Uh uh! Uh uh!" He shouts as a pair of hands come from behind and force his open mouth onto the bear's dick. The material encasing his muzzle forces him to comply and he begins sucking the huge male off. A line has already formed behind the bear and a number of other horny males caress and grope the helpless wolf. The dragon from before masturbated over him.
"Fair enough my friend. Fair enough." Grant says, he pats Ruel on the shoulder. "But truly, in the Rujiao Pleasure Maze we're all winners. Isn't that right Pete?" The burly latex lion who had been standing sheepishly in the corner turns to face Grant and Ruel.
"No! Are you psychotic?! Let me go. Please!" He says.
"Nope, come give Ruel a lap dance." Grant orders.
"Aw dammit." The lion sashays to Ruel and begins to dance and grind for him.
"You're right Grant we -are- all winners. Just look how many friends Aldo is making!" Ruel says while groping Pete's ass. Below in the crowd Aldo is being forced into his second of many blowjobs. "Bruno, how was he?" The bear who had fucked Aldo first holds up two thumbs for Ruel to see. "Oh yes he is going to go far here."
"It looks like our first Rujiao Pleasure Maze event has been a rousing success." Grant says to the crowd. "Please be nice to our new friends and we'll see you next year. We're going to pump the music up and come join the party."
Ruel pushes up the volume slider allowing the party below to enjoy the bass-heavy jam. Ruel and Grant stand and face one another. Both feeling giddy they high-five and make for the door.
"Fucking incredible." Grant says. "That was so fun."
"Amen. Thanks for making it possible." Ruel says.
"My pleasure. Literally." Grant says with a laugh. He opens the door for Ruel before turning to his pet. "Come, Pete. Let's go grind." The lion follows his master who promptly hangs an arm around his waist.
"Nrrrng, no! Somebody help!" He shouts. The trio leave the control room in darkness to join the lascivious revelers below.