Masks
My shoes pounded against the battered pavement, echoing down the alleyway.
Fuck, fuck fuck!" I swore, looking at my watch. Eight minutes to midnight. Jamie had said meet him at The Rubber Dawg at quarter to, and I was just barely running down the steps now. The first time I had missed the street, then I couldn't even find the alley. Finally I spotted it though, a door with just a solitary bulb above it. Scribbled above it in deep crimson letters was the club's name. I pounded on the door, hoping to god they hadn't locked early. An eye window slid open. The person on the other side didn't say anything, just stared at me with his green eyes.
"Uh, the dog barks at midnight," I managed to get out. I felt silly saying a password, like I was back in elementary, but Jamie had said you had to say it to get in.
The eye window slammed shut, and for one heart stopping moment I thought I was sunk. Then I heard a very large sounding lock thunk in the door, and it swung open. A rather large and muscly man, wearing a rubber bulldog mask and leather pants stood in front of me. He didn't seem like he was in too much of a hurry to move either.
"Get the fuck in," he said. I slid past him under his elbow down the only hallway there was. "And learn to tell the fucking time," he called down to me.
I ignored the taunt, and continued down the hall. The Dawg, as Jamie affectionately called it, was an invite only sex club. Jamie and I had been friends since highschool, and fuck buddies for just about as long, but he hadn't even told me about it until two months ago. The thing about Jamie is he's pretty bold, where I'm not so much. Even though we had been fucking for years, I really didn't tell him any of my fetishes. I had a thing for furries, though who the hell wants to admit that? But Jamie had gone rooting through my computer when I was in the shower one day, even cracking open my private account, and had found my stash of furry porn.
"So you like furries huh?" he said, very obviously leaving some pictures up on the screen.
I stammered, tried to backtrack, but it's hard to get out of it when it was right there in front of you.
"Jesus dude, relax," he said grinning. Rarely did I ever see him without a grin, just different levels of one. "I just wish I knew before. There's a club in town you'd love."
I sunk into my couch, heart still pounding a bit. "Like what, fursuiters or something?"
"Ah, not quite. It's called the Rubber Dawg. It's..." Jamie stroked his blond goatee, trying to come up with the right words. A rarity for him.
"So rubber fursuiters?" I offered.
He ignored the question. "I can honestly say there's nothing else like it. It's only open once a month but trust me, you'll go every month. I'll get you an invite."
And that was that. He refused to tell me anything else, just telling me to show up.
I pushed open the inner door, and I suppose that was the figurative lightbulb moment. All along the walls on shelves were rubber masks, rottweilers, huskies, dalmatians, pigs a few stylized canine ones and others. Under each was a place to hang your cloths, and in the middle of the room were rows of rubber catsuits in various colours and prints. Underneath the catsuits were rubber paws, the kind that go up to the elbow, stacked like boots at an army store. At the far end of the room was just a single door, no window, with a sign over it:
Pick a mask, get your ass in before midnight
Suit/paws optional
NO OUTSIDE CLOTHING
Pressed for time, I stripped down and found an empty slot to hang my cloths and grabbed the first mask I saw, a dalmatian, off the shelf. I almost put it on without thinking, but let me tell you the experience is like no other. It forces you to stop.
The cool rubber slides over your face, but almost instantly heats up to match your bodies temperature. With your first breath through your nose, the smell fills your head, an intoxicating scent of rubber and sex. You can see out , of course, and the mouth is open enough to bring in outside air, but the sound is like being in a gasmask. The zipper down the back of the head seals you in, and suddenly you become someone - or something I suppose - else. Suddenly I felt powerful, bold and horny.
With just a minute to go, I pushed the door open into the inner sanctum. I have to admit, it wasn't what I was expecting. It was like walking into the courtyard of an italian villa. Instead of concrete and steel like I'd expect in a warehouse, it was grass and marble, complete with swimming pool and mudbath. There were even Greek style columns on the other side, just beyond which was an open bar. All of this was surrounded by high marble walls, open to the night sky. Somehow, none of the city sounds or lights made it in, and there was a beautiful view of the starry skies.
There were men everywhere, probably 40 or so, all wearing masks and any combination of the rest. No one seemed like they were in a rush to get fucking though, mostly casually chatting with drinks and cigars.
"Jake! Dude! You made it!"
There was no question it was Jamie, but you wouldn't have known it just by looking at him. He was wearing a red mask, a demonic looking canine complete with horns. He had time to pick a catsuit too, a crimson red neck to ankle with holes cut out for his cock and ass. In one had he had a cigar, and the other held a leash connected to a man in a rottweiler mask and rubber paws.
"Jamie! I'm sorry I'm so late I-"
He waived me off. "Fuck it dude, your here just in time." The courtyard was suddenly filled with the sound of a grandfather clock bong. Midnight.
"Well, no time to explain. Hang on."
He reached forward, as if to catch me. I was just about to ask what the hell he was doing, when I felt a wave of dizziness rush over me. My skin felt like ants were walking all over me, and each bong of the clock sent my brain spinning. It wasn't unpleasant, more like being very drunk. I felt my body slump forward, help up by Jamie's arms. After the twelfth bong things rapidly came back to normal, and Jamie helped me back up.
"You alright there Jake?" he said.
"Yeah, I think. I mean, what the hell was that?" I asked, but I don't think that was the first question that needed answering.
See, I had tried to rub my eyes, but there was a snout in the way. Mine, to be precise. My hand no longer was my hand, but instead looked like a dog's paw with human fingers, complete with claws. Creamy white fur covered my skin, with spots creeping all over my body. I didn't have a cock hanging between my legs anymore, but a fuzzy sheath that crawled up my belly. Most of all, the mask was gone. No rubber smell, no echo of my breath. This was my body!
And there was Jamie, looking at me with this stupid grin made even more ridiculous with the massive set of teeth the demonic dog mask had given him. Deep crimson fur had spread over his body, fingernails replaced by coal black claws. His horns had gone from little rubber things to solid masses, big enough to impale someone if he wanted to.
"Jamie, what the fuck am I?!"
OK, that was stupid, but Jamie was used to it. He took a long drag of his cigar and blew it out his nose. It made him look like a hound from the depths of hell.
"Dude, you're a dog. And now we can act like beasts!
"
He wasn't kidding either. I heard a squeal from the mudbath area, and saw a pig man mounting another. There were all types of animal men pawing at each other, cocks coming out and getting sucked, tails being lifted, sniffed asses and fucked.
I heard a yip, and was startled to see the man Jamie had on the leash had been turned into a big rottweiler. Not a animal man, but like the dog you see on the streets. He nudged into my crotch, and then I noticed his cock was sliding out of its sheath. I suppose it was instinct when I swatted his nose. He gave a little yip and backed off whining.
"Oh, hey, don't do that. He just wants to get in on the fun, don't you Matt," said Jamie, scritching the dogs ear.
The rottweiler named Matt barked and wagged his stubby tail.
"Uh, I'm sorry?" I said, to Matt, then gave Jamie a puzzled look. "Does he actually understand me? Jesus, I have like a million questions right now."
"Sure he does. He's just like you though more dog like. But shut up already. Fuck now, questions later."
Jamie grabbed the scruff of my neck, and roughly shoved our muzzles together. I could taste his cigar, as his tongue intertwined with mine and our saliva merged. He ground his crotch against mine, and my god the feeling! My cock had leaped to life in its furry home, this new shape acting differently then before. I felt a flat tongue snake its way between our bodies, searching out both our cocks. Matt was vigrously licking what ever part of our crotches he could get at. I think it was then the beast side of me kicked in, and I grabbed Jamie's ass and dug my claws in. I felt him squirm a little, but he moaned an approval.
Our dog cocks were both good and hard when he me off, drool dripping down from both our muzzles. A hazard of being a dog I suppose, but a fucking sexy one.
"Dude, I wanna be the first cock in your mouth," he said. "And how about Matt be the first cock in your ass?"
I didn't need much coaxing at that point. I dropped to the ground on all fours, and stuck my nose in Jamie's ball sac. An explosion of smells shot through my brain. His own scent, always so faint when we fucked, felt like it was lighting up half my brain. There's something about dog tongues that do not to slow either, and I rapidly started slobbering up and down his shaft. His scent translated to taste too, as I wrapped my tongue around his cock in ways that I never could before.
"Aw man, you're getting the hang of that tongue pretty quick," said Jamie, scritching my ears. Now I knew how dogs felt when their owners praised them. I could feel my thin tail wagging vigorously, shaking my whole rear end.
I heard the leash drop beside me, and Matt's claws scrabbled against the ground as he tore off towards my ass like a dog on a steak. His nose was under my tail in a flash, followed by the same rapid fire tongue on my hole. It sent shivers down my spine, and holy shit did Matt know just where to put it. I never knew a tongue could go so deep up someone's ass. It was like he stuck a wet slimy finger up there, and he wasn't sparing the doggie drool.
"Change of pace," said Jamie, grabbing his cock and pulling it away from my tongue. "Same rules. No teeth. Just like sucking a regular cock, but you just got more places to put it."
His drooling tip was pointing straight at my nose. I couldn't help but lick my chops, wanting to feel it slide into my muzzle. However my concentration was broken when Matt jumped up on my back. I had a very heavy, very hot dog suddenly with his front legs over my shoulders, humping away at my ass. He missed a couple of times, but his cock eventually found it's mark and roughly slid into my hole.
I guess Jamie thought that was a good time too, because he shoved his cock in my mouth without warning. It was a good thing I was going to cry out when Matt's cock went in, instead of grit my teeth.
There wasn't much I could do to control either, with my arms supporting the weight of me and Matt as he thrust against me and Jamie grabbing my ears like handle bars shoving his cock down my throat. Fuck though, did I forget to mention how amazing it was?
My ass was being pounded mercilessly by this big rottweiler, panting in my ear and drooling down the back of my neck. Jamie's smooth cock was sliding back and forth over my tongue, as I swirled and explored its shape in my mouth. My own cock was swinging back and forth underneath me, fully erect. I was being pounded so hard it was slapping against my stomach. I let out a moan of approval, and both beasts having their way with me responded the same.
But holy shit, I had forgotten about the knot. Guess it was a complete transformation. Each time Matt pulled out and pushed back in it felt like something was in the way. My ass had to stretch more and more each time, until it felt like he was pulling a plug out of my ass. It was hitting my prostate hard, making my cock spurt out precum on the grass. Then when he pulled out, it wouldn't go back in. His knot was the size of a tennis ball, and my ass was refusing to open. Matt was not going to give up though. He kept pounding away, trying to push in just a little bit hard each time. I felt like he was going to rip me apart, then without warning my hole suddenly relented and the knot popped in.
Matt bit my shoulder, but I was so wrapped up in his knot pushing against my prostate that the pain didn't even really register. My own cock was rock hard, tingling, and demanding attention that I couldn't give. Not without collapsing under the weight of Matt on my back anyway. Speaking of Matt, he let out a few yips, and I felt his cock spasm in my ass, coating it with his very hot spunk. As in hotter than body temperature hot. And the knot kept it all sealed inside of me. What a feeling! Knot against my prostate, and enough dog spunk to slosh around my bowels. Mindlessly I thrust into the air, though nothing was satisfying my lust, continuing to work on Jamie's cock.
"Oh fuck, you got the knot. Awesome," said Jamie. "Keep working my cock, and we'll have a nice treat for you after I blow. Promise."
I could feel Matt getting heavier, now that he was finished. He shoved his muzzle up against mine, and licked me in a slower loving way in between panting fits. At least he was appreciative.
"Fuck, gonna cum!" I was caught a little off guard as Jamie grabbed my ears and shoved my face into his crotch. With the first breath through my nose I got another shot of his musk, but before the next my muzzle was flooded with his salty seed. Spurt after spurt jetted into my mouth. I swallowed what I could, suckling down on his cock, but some dripped out the sides. Matt was more than happy to clean me up though, the rapid fire lapping coming back up and down my muzzle.
Jamie pulled out of my mouth, panting, and cock dripping with the remnants of his orgasm.
"You were such a good boy there Jake. Took the knot like a pro and guzzled down my dog spunk without a complaint."
You know what? I wanted to wag my tail in the worst way with all that praise. Too bad it was smushed under the rottweiler tied to me. So I just looked at him with my tongue stuck out panting, probably with the equivalent of a goofy dog grin on my face.
"Oh man, the two of you stuck together like that is fucking hot too," he said as he slid his hand down the back of Matt. I felt Matt wiggle his rear end, as much as he could anyway. "But I think we need to pull you apart for you to have a little fun for yourself."
I couldn't really see Jamie, but I felt a hand wriggle in between my ass and Matt's leg towards my hole. He teased the ring too, the bastard, pushing his finger against the knot through my fuzzy ass. It pressed right on my prostate again too, and I couldn't help but let out a whimper.
"Alright, just relax and don't clench."
My hole suddenly felt like it was expanding, stretching to let the intruder out of my ass again. I bowed down, trying to get a better angle to see, but mostly just got a view of my own cock. I gritted my teeth, whining as my ass tried to expel the intruder taking up so much room.
"Fuck, you should see your hole stretch their Jake. Can't believe you fit that thing in there," he said.
I wanted to clench down so badly, but I knew it would just pull the cock back in. The only way I could fight the urge was to push instead. It seemed to help, and I felt my hole stretching out faster. It stung like a bitch, but at the same time sent a wave of adrenaline through my body. I was panting hard, moaning and whimpering pretty loudly.
Next thing I knew There was a pop sensation out my ass and a lewd splurt sound came out of my hole. Hot seed flowed like lava down my legs and into my fur. My ass relieved, I just collapsed into a heap on the ground, rolling over on my back and panting. I still had a raging hard on, but there was no way I had the energy to fuck anyone tonight.
Both Matt and Jamie appeared in my vision, Matt with a canine head tilt and Jamie on his hands and knees grinning at me.
"So, ready for your treat?" said Jamie.
"So sore..." I managed to get out weakly. Yeah, it was lame.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Both Jamie and Matt dived at my crotch, tongues furiously lapping down my shaft. Instantly my cock came back to life. With their long tongues and rapid laps, it was like a dozen guys all working on my cock. My toes curled, I dug my fingers hard into the grass. Then I felt a hand grab my knot and squeeze it hard. Stars exploded in my vision. I let out a howl. My cock practically exploded, sending cum flying through the air. Matt and Jamie lapped at the jets, but I felt one or two hit me in the jaw. It felt like I had held that orgasm in a month.
As my orgasm faded my body relaxed again. I didn't really feel like moving, just panting looking up at the stars. Jamie laid down next to me, and I felt Matt curl up next to my leg.
All around us there were still people fucking. I could hear howls, squeals and roars, yet somehow it was peaceful. I wanted to say something to Jamie, but what the hell do you say? I'd been turned into a anthropomorphic dalmatian, fucked by a dog with the mind of a human and suck off something that wouldn't look out of place guarding the gates of hell.
"Thank you."
That seemed to sum it up the best.
"No problem. By the way, I paid your dues for a year. Oh, and don't tell anyone about this place. It's like Fight Club."
"Except it's Fuck Club."
"Hmm, doesn't sum it up enough. Ah well." I heard the grandfather clock let out its first bong. "Here we go" Jamie grabbed my hand and my head started swirling again. By the thirteenth the world had returned to normal.
My breath echoed in the mask again, and I smelled the vague scent of rubber. I looked at my hands and they had gone back to my human self. Jamie helped me up and we silently joined the line up to go back into the change room.
Some guys were still kissing and fondling in the showers, but most like Jamie and I were too damn tired to do much of anything other than rinse off the cum. Masks were put back into place, it went back to looking like a change room at a fetish bar.
There were some lingering traces of the evenings play though. Besides my ass still feeling ripped apart, and I'm sure there were others too, I could see animal looking scratch marks and bite marks on bodies. I rubbed my own shoulder and felt the indentations and a bit of blood still oozing out. Matt's bite on my shoulder left a distinct row of canine teeth, top and bottom. I made a mental note to not go on a date until they healed.
"Hey, uh, sorry about the bite."
A blond guy, about my age, was rubbing his neck sheepishly. He had only pulled on a scruffy pair of jeans so far, showing off his lean.
I blinked a couple of times before it dawned on me. "You must be Matt. Uh, human Matt."
"Yeah, yeah. I kinda got carried away. It's not often you can find someone who'll take the knot like that."
Jamie wrapped his arm over my shoulders. "You can thank the furry fandom for that. He's got one of those canine dildos. Big one too."
I scowled at him as my face flushed. "Fuck off Jamie."
He just shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Just telling the truth. Anyway, you two would make a cute couple. I'll meet you out by your car."
Before I could say anything he had shoved off and disappeared out the door.
"Has he always been that forward?" Matt smiled and shook his head.
I rolled my eyes "Oh yeah. You get used to it. About the furry thing, look it's not..."
"Ah, don't worry about it. Everyone's got their kinks. Anyway, I gotta go. Give me a call sometime."
Matt gave me a card with his number and went back to finish changing. The only thought that went through my head was now I didn't need to worry about how long the bite took to heal.