Suggestion
Growl has always been the perfect submissive for his Master, Lion. But today puts his devotion to the test as both body and mind yield to becoming the perfect programmable toy. As rubber molds to fur and consciousness begins to drift, the line between reality and fantasy becomes mere suggestion.
>> MATURE for smexy times with the one you serve. Also, defying logic by mixing rubber and electro. Oops. Just get a sling to help suspend disbelief.
Growl has always been the perfect submissive for his Master, Lion. But today puts his devotion to the test as both body and mind yield to becoming the perfect programmable toy. As rubber molds to fur and consciousness begins to drift, the line between reality and fantasy becomes mere suggestion.
>> Author's Notes
One of my oldest friends, GrowlTiger, reminded me of a story I'd written for him back in 2014. It was one of the final stories I'd written before my hiatus over a decade ago, but never made public. As I reviewed the story, and adjusted a small detail or so at his behest, I felt a pang of nostalgia. The writing style is different, older, but I can see my hallmarks shining through. It's a time capsule of my style coming into its own. This story is perhaps as special for me as it is for Growl, albeit in differing ways. So, in adjusting this I attempted to keep true to yesteryear's style. I hope you all enjoy this unearthed treasure.
And Growl, you've been a wonderful friend, and appreciated source of gentle advice. Thank you. Never stop shining.
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>> Suggestion <<
Written by SynthW4V3
Written for GrowlTiger
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Dawn. There was always a chill in the air as the sun rose, but for Growl he was enveloped in nothing less than absolute warmth. Sleeping against his Lion was always so comfortable, safe, and warm. Every night he would crawl into bed with the one he loves, his master, and with strong arms wrapped around him he would be cuddled much like a teddy bear throughout the night. He would then awaken along with the sun, and simply stare into his beautiful master's face as he slept until he, too, would greet the morning.
It was practically a ritual.
Over the years the practice had been instilled within Growl, but even so it was completely by choice. The act of giving yourself to someone is a choice you make, and ever since that fateful day some years ago he pledged to serve his master, Lion, to the best of his capabilities. Awakening with the sunrise to behold his master's beauty was but one of many activities he looked forward to each day.
It was never long after Growl awoke would Lion stir as reality returned to the slumbering master's mind.
“Good morning, Master," Growl purred, nuzzling into Lion's chest. Laying near the lion was nothing short of enjoyable to the tiger. He was comforting. He was home.
“Mrr… good morning, Tiger," came the rumbled response. Lion snaked a paw around under the blankets, and eventually found what he was looking for. Growl gasped as Lion fondled his tiger appreciatively, but quickly relaxed into Lion's familiar grip. “Mmm… yes, Tiger's got some morning wood, eh?"
Growl giggled, and blushed. “I always do for you." He adjusted himself slightly so that he was laying back against Lion, allowing the other full access to his most-private of areas. It was early morning, but he was always ready for his love. He inhaled sharply as Lion fingered the length of Growl's stiffened member, and tugged gently at his ball sack. He silently prayed he could contain himself; he didn't want to disappoint Lion by cumming so soon.
“Yes, today will be another fun day with you," he smiled, his eyes delighting upon the display of desire before him.
Growl mewled softly as he arched his torso slightly, thoroughly enjoying the attention. It was always enough to him for his body to be showered with appreciation; release was always at his master's prerogative, but to be fondled was more than enough.
“What will we be doing?" Growl finally murmured as he tried to resist the fog of lust taking over his mind.
“You'll see, you'll see. But first, let's have some breakfast," the lion suggested, a devious smile spread across his muzzle. Lion teased Growl's cock head a little bit more before releasing his lover, much to the tiger's relief. Growl was tired, and barely able to contain his own sense of willpower.
“Right away," Growl said once he was free of Lion's passionate grip. He leaned up to lick the other's cheek, and hopped out of bed to tend their hunger.
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They'd met years ago, coincidence leading them both to a convention in London. Growl had been in such a hurry to leave a seminar that he crashed right into Lion's broad frame. Growl looked up into a face that was warm, and simply commanded respect. Although embarrassed by his clumsiness, and totally smitten by this amazing hunk of beautiful in front of him, Growl somehow mustered the nerve to offer an apology. Just the same Lion was quite appreciative of the intrusion from such an adorable tiger.
“It's quite alright," he began as he flashed a smile. Growl suddenly felt a little weak in the knees; Lion's face did nothing less than enchant him. Lion couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; the tiger was so cute. “No permanent harm done."
“Al… alright," Growl stammered out, intending to leave before the other could see his growing arousal, but it was too late. Lion had already noticed the change in the other's scent.
Lion gripped Growl's shoulders lightly, almost affectionately. “But, if you'd like, you can buy me a soda to make it up to me." That grin again, those weak knees again.
“I guess it's the least I could do," Growl stammered out, beside himself with disbelief.
“Good. Four o'clock then, at that refreshment stand," he stated, pointing at a nearby booth. It was more of a statement than a request.
From there it played out like a fairy tale, albeit quite unorthodox to your average couple. They got to know each other, and fell for one another. They discussed many things, and revealed their innermost desires to one another. Eventually Growl confessed his deepest fantasy; he wanted to submit himself to another in slavery. He'd spent his whole life proudly independent, but it felt empty. Something was just missing. There was no questioning it; to serve another wholeheartedly and unquestionably was his deepest, and most profound desire. Lion could tell his friend wasn't just saying the story for conversation's sake; Growl truly meant every word of his confession.
One morning Growl's life changed completely. To this day the memory still burns in his mind as a wonderful reminder of his place in the world. Lion decided he would step up as Growl's master, and asked the tiger if he'd serve him for all eternity. Growl was all too eager to accept. Growl bowed before Lion in servitude, and agreed to become the lion's slave. The terms were simple enough, but the most important part was a lifelong companionship that transcended the normal ties one would assume a loving relationship would entail. Lion would train Growl to serve him fully in every way imaginable. It all sounded too perfect to a tiger who'd felt lost, but was now found.
It was difficult at the start, because Growl had never given his free will over to anyone before, but Lion proved to be a kind and considerate master. He trained the tiger to be the ideal slave, and mate, and in no time at all Growl learned how to best serve his master and lover. They lived quite a distance apart, but Tiger would visit his master frequently. Even across the country Growl would respect his master's wishes, and do whatever was asked of him. He was Lion's, even if Lion couldn't directly enjoy his slave.
There were a lot of questions looming over their relationship, but they didn't matter. It just felt right for Growl. It was all about being the perfect mate for his lover, and giving of himself wholly to another. Lion was exactly what he had been looking for; someone to mold him into perfection, and take care of him.
Sometime later Lion gifted Growl with a collar made especially for him. It was given to symbolize Lion's complete ownership of the other. Shortly thereafter they made plans so that Growl could move in with his beloved master. The rest, as they say, is history.
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Growl returned with breakfast a short time later, and the two lazed about in bed as they cleaned their plates. It was another peaceful morning of cuddling, togetherness, and simple affection. It was all at Lion's behest, and Growl was all too eager to accommodate such a simple idea. After a short while Lion shifted around, and ambled himself out of bed.
“Today is a very special day," Lion announced as he opened the closet. He shuffled around a moment as Growl looked on with curious interest, and soon produced a leash. He attached it to Growl's collar with a soft 'click,' and then turned to the closet once more.
“How so, Master?" Growl inquired
“Today," Lion began as he turned around, a rather large box held firmly in his paws, his tone of voice signaling nothing less than devious delight, “is the day you become a toy for me."
“Master, I'm your toy whenever you want me to be," Growl giggled in amusement. “What's so different about today?"
Lion threw open the box to reveal a sleek and shiny tiger-printed material within. “True, you are my toy, my cute little slave," he stated as he gently caressed Growl's muzzle with one paw. He then pulled out the garment that lay within the box, and demonstrated that it was more than just fabric; it was a full suit. “But today is the day you will transcend that, and become my rubber toy," he finally said, emphasizing the word 'rubber' for the tiger.
“Eh?" Growl cocked his head to one side, and looked upon his master with curiosity.
“You will put this suit on, and become molded to it. It will take over your body, your mind, and soul." Lion explained, the words resonating within Growl's heart. “It will mold itself to your fur, and your very skin. You will not be able to take this off until I have taken it off for you. And once it is on, you will be nothing more than a mindless rubber toy, here for my amusement, use, and pleasure."
Growl's eyes widened as his master spelled everything out to him. It sounded like everything he already was, except for the mindless part. Sure, he fulfilled his orders regardless of what, because pleasing his master was always paramount on his mind, but he chose to live his life like this. Giving over his mind was a little different. “So, you're saying it'll… change me?" he inquired, trying to find the right words to express his confusion.
“Only temporarily," Lion assured. “But yes. You will be nothing more than a rubber toy once this is on you."
Growl contemplated this for a moment. It wasn't permanent, and it was his master's desire. Lion only wanted him to be a mindless toy for a while. So, it was alright. He would be removed from the suit, and have his mind back, and could continue to freely choose to serve his master.
Besides, the idea intrigued Growl the more he thought of it. It was the ultimate in servitude. Normally he was as obedient as ever, but forced obedience was another kind of discipline he had yet to experience. Not just being told what to do, but forced into doing it at that very moment. And the rubber did look quite inviting…
He realized that the more he thought of the idea, the more and more apparent his arousal became. Lion sniffed the air, taking in the light musk that began to waft from his slave. How he enjoyed that scent; it was a small part why he kept his slave in various degrees of arousal, because the scent was beautiful.
“Anything you wish of me, Master," Growl finally stated as he solemnly reached out for the suit, trying his best to hide his sudden arousal. “I'll miss you while I'm a toy, though."
“Ah, don't worry," Lion said as he knelt before his tiger, eyeing the hard-on Growl failed to cover completely. “I'll have my fun, and then I'll release you from this rubber prison." He spread his slave's legs apart, displaying Growl's member fully. “Now why would you hide something this beautiful from me?" he grinned as he cupped the tiger's ball sack in one paw.
Growl blushed as Lion began to fondle his balls appreciatively. “I was trying to show you my resolve. I guess it didn't really work."
“Mrr…" Lion grinned as he stroked Growl's stiffening member for a few moments. “You know I love it when you're hard for me."
Growl leaned back a bit, hoping his master would let him climax just this once, but knowing that he wasn't meant for his own pleasure. “I'm only ever hard for you, Master," he stated, reaffirming whose pleasure he existed for. Lion fondled him for a few moments more, reaching a paw up to tweak his nipples. A few drops of pre-cum drooled onto Lion's fingers, the scent of a horny tiger continuing to invade the lion's senses.
He wanted to continue to tease his toy, but he had bigger plans for the day. He pulled away from his tiger, leaving the slave on the edge once again. Growl laid back on the bed, his stiff member seemingly whimpering for continued attention. It was a frequent occurrence. A long time ago Growl accepted that he was just for his master's pleasure, his own pleasure was superfluous, and that the true fulfillment he got was through pleasing his master. That was enough for him.
“Well then, I believe it's time for us to go play," Lion stated, lightly tugging on Growl's leash. Growl immediately sprang from the bed, and fell down on all fours. When the master wanted to go elsewhere, he wanted to go elsewhere right now.
The two made their way downstairs, and passed through the usual rooms of their home. Growl kept everything neat and tidy for his master, and made certain to keep everything to his liking. He glanced around the rooms as they passed through them, making note of what needed to be tidied up, and what was just right. Fortunately everything seemed perfectly in order, so they could easily have fun for the morning without worry.
They soon arrived in front of a closet. Lion opened the door to reveal the usual array of coats, scarves, and other such paraphernalia. But after a moment of unlatching a few locks the floor swung open to reveal a hidden stairwell. The two descended into a private dungeon filled with a myriad of accessories and furnishings that Lion had put together over time for their enjoyment. Numerous benches, beddings, racks, and slings were all part of the decor in the romantically dim room.
“Mrrr… today is going to be fun," Lion breathed out a sigh of contentment as he brought Growl over to a bench. “Sit here, my tiger."
Growl did as he was instructed, making sure not to do more than Lion wanted of him. It was always so tempting to reach out and suckle on him a little, but Lion was particular about such things. Growl could suckle all he wanted to, but only once instructed. Any other time he was left pining for the privilege to please his master.
“Alright, my tiger, time to suit you up for the day." Lion shook out the rubber suit, and kneeled before Growl's prone form. He slipped the footpaws over Growl's own before the slave could really ready himself for the new sensations. “I'll miss you and your gorgeous fur, no mistake about it," he said as he pulled the sleek material over Growl's slender legs, the rubber stretching across his furry flesh just so. He pulled his tiger to sit upright in a way to command attention, and smiled. “But you will be put to good use, no doubt about that."
“I can't wait," Growl beamed happily. His cock was still erect from Lion's earlier teasing, but he put his hard-on's pouting out of his mind. Lion seemed in good spirits, so he might let his slave cum today.
Maybe.
“Remember, once this is on you won't be able to talk," Lion warned as he ran his paws up and down Growl's legs, savoring the sleek feeling of his slave's new rubbery coating. “So, anything you need to say, say it now."
Growl placed his paws on the bench in an effort to keep himself from touching his erection. “How much control of myself will I have?"
“None whatsoever. Now stand up so I can seal up your beautiful package."
Growl stood up, and blushed as a question popped into his mind. “What if I cum before you? I won't have any control over myself."
Lion thought about this for a moment as he stretched out the rubber to cover his slave's nether region. He tugged and wiggled Growl's stiffened member and sac into the rubber's own sheath. He'd miss seeing Growl's true package for a while, but it was all part of the plan. “I suppose I will still have to punish you accordingly. Your body will be inside, and you are trained well enough so that your body should not betray me." He took special care to tuck Growl's tail into the rubber sheath that would become his new tail. “Besides, if you do cum before me, you'll be forced to wear this for a long time as punishment." He glanced upward, and grinned mischievously. “You love to serve me, but I recognize hesitation when I see it. You love to serve me by choice, not by force."
Growl gulped; his master knew him all too well. Lion poked around at Growl's asshole as he pushed another rubbery sheath into his anus. Apparently this suit was detailed thoroughly; it would make certain that Growl was completely encased in rubber, even as he was poked and prodded by his master.
Lion stood up, and began stretching the material over his torso. Growl shuddered as he felt the material cup his lower body within itself. It truly was a second skin. Lion patted his taut stomach once, seemingly saying 'good-bye' to it for now before pulling the garment up to Growl's chest. Growl marveled as the printed rubber stretched along his stomach perfectly, making it look as if this had been his skin in the first place. He glanced over to Lion who lovingly teased Growl's nipples before pulling the suit up over his chest.
“Slip your arms inside, Tiger," he commanded.
The slave did as he was instructed, and placed his arms inside the rubber suit. The material stretched over, creating a glossy second skin. “Master, I… I think I really like this."
“Good," Lion smiled, “Because you'll be wearing it for quite a while. If you behave like a perfect little toy I will let you keep it on without being controlled." He zipped the suit up completely, locking the tiger inside. “All that is left now is the head. Any last words?"
“I'm ready, and I'll see you later," Growl smiled as Lion hovered a large rubber mass over his head. His rubber prison near-complete, he knew that no matter what he was still serving his master to perfection. He loved his master so much he was willing to be controlled in such a manner. He only hoped his master would be pleased by him while he had no control over how he served.
Lion placed the rubber head over Growl's own, watching as his tiger's eyes lined up with the rubber's own. The head came complete with a rubbery tube that slid down one's throat for maximum encasement while still allowing normal function. Lion was very impressed with this suit, and more so now that it was completely on his tiger.
But something was amiss. He had to activate the suit so as to transform his tiger into a rubber toy.
He rummaged through the box, and was relieved to find a rubber collar. He grinned at his slave, and began to slip it around Growl's neck. “Once I fasten this collar, my beautiful, beautiful tiger, you'll be transformed into a rubber toy, here for my own amusement." He fondled Growl's rubbery erection, delighting in the moan that escaped his slave's lips. “You will immediately bow before me once the transformation is complete," he continued, “and take my cock in your own maw and suckle on it until I shoot my load down your rubbery throat." He placed a kiss and a soft lick against Growl's rubbery cheek. “After that, I'll have much more fun with you, you can count on that."
“Yes, Master," Growl stated happily as he felt the collar tighten around his own neck.
"Now then, my tiger, it is time for your transformation," he stated as a soft 'click' rang through the dungeon.
Growl immediately felt a change sweep across his rubber-clad body. The latex seemed to tighten against his skin, conforming against him, willing itself into every crevice of his body. Tingles of electricity danced across his flesh as the suit molded itself to his form, each sensation more intense than the last. His muscles twitched and flexed beneath the rubber's embrace as it reshaped him, defined him, perfected him for his master's pleasure.
The sensations flowing through him were incredible; his muscles and abdomen felt as though they were being enhanced by the rubbery flesh encasing him, each ripple and curve more pronounced beneath the glossy surface. Heat radiated through his limbs as the transformation progressed, making his movements feel more fluid, more controlled. He moaned sharply as the latex seemed to mold around his cock, the pressure both confining and arousing as it stiffened his erection even further. Every nerve ending sang as he felt himself becoming one with the rubber, his body accepting its new form with eager submission.
He fell down on all fours as Lion laid across his rubbery back, the weight of his master sending new waves of sensation through his transformed flesh. The rubber squeaked softly as it shifted against itself, each sound a reminder of his new existence. His breath caught as his master dipped a few fingers into his rectum, the invasion triggering cascades of pleasure that seemed amplified tenfold by his rubber prison. Every touch, every sensation felt enhanced, intensified, as though the suit was rewiring his very nervous system to better serve his master's desires.
“Are you enjoying becoming my rubber toy, my cute little tiger? Are you enjoying having your own will lost for a little while, as the undeniable urge to serve and service me in every way, shape, and form overtakes your very being?"
Growl opened his maw to respond, but felt himself stop before a sound could escape his lips. Toys couldn't speak, after all. Instead, he nodded eagerly as warmth flooded through his body, the rubber seeming to pulse against his fur. His mind began to drift, softening at the edges as the suit's influence seeped into his consciousness. Every trained response, every learned behavior rose to the surface, becoming pure instinct. His desires melted away into pure purpose. To serve, to please, to be the perfect toy for his master's pleasure.
The sensation was intoxicating. Where conscious thought once dwelled, now pure sensation took hold. His training sang through his veins, each practiced movement becoming as natural as breathing. He could feel himself slipping deeper into the rubber's embrace, letting it guide his body, his responses. Everything he had learned, everything he had trained to be, crystallized into perfect clarity. He was now Master's glory hole, his sex doll, his plaything — completely, utterly, blissfully his toy.
Lion watched in delight as his lover's expression softened into peaceful acceptance, all hesitation draining away to leave only eager submission behind. His plan was coming to fruition, and he couldn't be happier.
"Good, good," Lion smiled as he stroked behind Growl's ears, knowing full well that the transition was complete. Each gentle touch sent shivers of pleasure through the rubber tiger's form, his programming responding eagerly to his master's approval. Lion took a seat on the bench, bringing his toy around to dutifully face him. "Begin servicing your master" he commanded as he pointed at his crotch. His cock peeked out from his furry sheath, and Growl could feel his oral service protocols humming to life with delicious anticipation.
The rubber tiger responded with perfect precision, a soft squeak escaping as trained movements brought his maw to taste his master. Every motion was pure instinct now, guided by countless hours of training that the suit had transformed into flawless programming. He wrapped his rubbery lips around Lion's cock and began suckling with practiced expertise, each subtle movement designed to bring his master maximum pleasure. Pre-cum dribbled down around the toy's maw, registering as delightful confirmation that he was performing his function perfectly.
"Suck me hard, tiger. I want you to suck me like you mean it," Lion urged as he thrust his crotch into his toy's rubbery maw. The sudden invasion triggered deeper protocols, the rubber tiger's throat automatically relaxing to accommodate his master's need. Lion swooned; his cock was completely encased within the rubber coating of his toy's mouth. The material stretched against the invasion, slicking up around his cock, causing him to spew a little bit of his seed down his toy's throat. The rubber tiger's programming responded instantly, throat muscles working in perfect rhythm to swallow every precious drop without hesitation. His own cock dribbled pre-cum onto the rubbery flesh surrounding his sac, an automatic response to pleasing his master so well.
Growl continued to lap around his master's sheath, each movement precise and purposeful. Every flick of his tongue, every subtle pressure was calculated to drive his master wild with pleasure. The tingling sensations threw Lion into overdrive as he continued to fuck his toy's face. Spunk began to build up in his sac, forcing him to pull away from his creation's eager maw. He didn't want to cum so much into his rubber toy just yet. Not when there was a whole morning to spend with his wonderful new plaything.
He placed a gentle kiss on Growl's forehead, each touch sending ripples of pleasure through the toy's programming. Lion reached down to steal a few sensual strokes from his tiger's encased cock, drawing forth melodic moans that seemed to resonate through the rubber itself. Even without conscious thought, the toy's body responded perfectly to its master's touch. Every reaction pure programming, every sound an expression of its function to please.
Lion looked over his beautiful toy with mischievous delight before reaching beneath the bench. He pulled out what appeared to be a sleek metal cage, its polished surface gleaming under the dungeon lights. Small metal contacts lined the interior of the device, barely visible, but very promising. After a few more teasing caresses to his toy's cock, he carefully fitted the metallic cage around the stiffened member, each contact point pressing firmly against a corresponding pad along its rubbery flesh. The tiger purred softly, its programming registering new input as it nuzzled against Lion's knee. Deep within the recesses of its transformed mind, new protocols activated in anticipation.
"I think you're going to find this cage particularly... stimulating," Lion smirked as he held up a small remote control. He pressed a red button, and immediately the rubber toy's body jerked in perfect response, electricity dancing along sensitive nerves, its cock filling with programmed pleasure. Wide eyes looked up at its master, the toy's systems overwhelmed by this new level of control. Beneath the suit, sweat began to bead as the programming adjusted to this additional input, preparing its body for whatever its master desired.
Lion pressed the button again, delighting as his toy spasmed in perfect rhythm to the command. He gently pet his tiger's head, and leaned in to whisper in the toy's ear.
"This is a test. Make me proud… toy," was all he said.
The rubber toy shuddered at the command, its programming immediately engaging enhanced pleasure control protocols. Its body quivered with building arousal, but release remained locked behind master's permission. The toy existed to please its master, and if master wanted it to wait, then wait it would — no matter how intense the sensations became. Every volt of electricity, every pulse of pleasure simply reinforced its purpose: to be the perfect toy for its beloved master.
Lion grinned as his toy maintained perfect control despite the overwhelming sensations. Good. All was proceeding exactly as planned. The proud lion arose from the bench, and led his creation over to a corner of the dungeon where a rubber sling hung lazily from the ceiling. The perfect apparatus for the perfect toy. Lion picked up his tiger with ease, the rubber toy's body automatically adjusting its weight distribution for optimal handling. He placed his slave into the sling, the toy's programming accepting this new position even as pleasure continued to pulse through its systems. The latex straps clung to the toy's slickened body, holding it in perfect alignment for its master's intentions.
There is nothing quite like fucking your rubber kitty while holding a remote control for his cock.
Lion fingered the toy's hole, drawing forth squeaks and slurps from the rubber as perfectly-trained muscles invited him inside. The programming responded to each touch, each probe, preparing its body for its master's use. Who was he not to accept such an eager invitation? The lion positioned himself just so, and pressed his thick cock against the toy's tight hole. A soft mewl of anticipation escaped the rubber toy's maw as its sensors registered its master's pride and joy against its most intimate place. The programming hummed with satisfaction; soon it would fulfill its primary function of pleasuring its master completely.
Lion sighed contentedly as he remained poised over his creation. Taking his toy from behind was his favorite activity, and now that toy was pure perfection. Programmed for his pleasure, and ready for his use. With a quick thrust he plowed his kittymeat deep into the toy's insides, filling it completely with his pulsing pleasure. He pressed that magical button, and obediently the toy's body pulsed again in perfect response as the nodes shocked its cock. The rubber tiger's throat released a melodic mreowl as the dual sensations enhanced its performance metrics. Every cell of its being focused on providing the ultimate pleasure for its master.
"I can see how perfectly you're performing, kitty," Lion cooed as he stroked Growl's legs affectionately. "I'm enjoying this more than you can imagine," he grunted as he plowed his kittycock deep into his toy's ass once again. The rubber tiger's programming preened at the praise, each thrust bringing new waves of satisfaction at performing its function so well. Every day it would serve, every day it would please, every day it would exist solely for its master's pleasure.
Simply being owned by Lion was the toy's entire purpose, its entire existence.
The rubber toy gasped sharply as Lion plowed his cock deeper, each thrust triggering cascades of programmed responses. A thunderous purr emanated from its master's throat, the vibrations seeming to resonate through the rubber itself. Lion pressed the button once more, and the toy's cock danced in perfect rhythm to its master's command. Complete fulfillment radiated through its systems. The joy of being used, being controlled, being the perfect toy for its perfect master.
Every nerve ending sang with programmed pleasure as Lion's thick member stretched and filled the toy's passage. The rubber seemed to amplify each sensation, transforming them into pure electrical bliss that coursed through the toy's body. Its hole clenched and relaxed in perfect sequence, massaging its master's cock with mechanical precision born of countless hours of training.
"Such a perfect toy," Lion growled, his voice thick with building pleasure. "Every inch of you programmed just for me." He punctuated his words with deep, commanding thrusts, each one drawing forth melodic squeaks from both the rubber and his toy's throat.
The toy's systems were approaching maximum capacity, every sensor overwhelmed with input. Lion's cock pulsed harder, thicker, stretching the toy's passage to its limits. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the toy's controlled member, its body responding automatically to its master's growing excitement. Still, release remained locked behind master's permission. Nothing short of the ultimate test of its programming.
Lion's thrusts grew more urgent, more demanding. He pressed the button again and again, sending jolts of enforced pleasure through his toy's trapped cock. The rubber tiger's body writhed in perfect response, every movement designed to enhance its master's building climax. Sweat beaded beneath the rubber as the toy's systems worked overtime to maintain control, to be perfect, to please.
"You're mine," Lion snarled, his cock swelling. "My perfect rubber toy." His free hand gripped the toy's hip, claws extending just enough to dig into the slick material. "My perfect creation." His words grew rougher, more primal. "My perfect slave."
The toy's programming surged with pride and purpose at each declaration. Yes. This was what it was made for. This was its function. This was its entire existence. To be used, to please, to serve… nothing else mattered.
Lion shuddered sharply as he thrust one final time, his thick cock erupting deep within his toy's passage. He roared with triumphant lust, pressed the button one last time, and commanded, "Cum for me! Cum for your master!"
The programming released instantly, transforming pent-up pleasure into pure ecstasy. The toy's cock exploded in a fountain of white, each pulse perfectly synchronized with its master's own release. Thick ropes of cum sprayed upward, painting both master and toy in their shared pleasure. The rubber tiger's passage clenched rhythmically around Lion's spurting member, milking every drop from its beloved master.
Wave after wave of programmed orgasm crashed through the toy's systems, each one more intense than the last. Its body moved on pure instinct now, every motion designed to enhance their mutual climax. Time seemed to stretch and bend as pleasure overtook them both, master and toy lost in perfect union.
Finally spent, Lion collapsed before his creation, his chest heaving as he gazed upon the beautiful mess that was his rubber toy. Cum glistened against the sleek material, each droplet marking their perfect union. He chuckled softly as the toy simply lay there in the sling, its systems still humming with aftershocks of pleasure. Even now, even completely drained, its programming continued to respond to his presence, subtle twitches and soft purrs emanating from the rubber-encased form.
"Such a perfect toy," Lion murmured, running his paw along the slick surface of his tiger's chest. The rubber seemed to pulse beneath his touch, the toy's body automatically arching into the contact. "So responsive, so well-programmed." Each word of praise drew forth soft, pleased sounds from the toy's throat, its entire being focused on these moments of aftercare.
Lion carefully withdrew from his toy's passage, drawing forth one final shudder from the rubber-encased form. He took his time releasing the toy from the sling, each movement deliberate and caring. The toy's programming adjusted to each new position, its body remaining pliant and ready should its master desire more.
They had made beautiful love together. Master and toy, controller and controlled, each playing their part to perfection.
It was exactly as it should be.
It was all that mattered.
It was perfect.
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A bit later that evening, after a thorough cleaning together, the pair took to lounging in front of the television. By now Lion had removed the rubber head from Growl, but just the same decided to keep the suit itself on his slave. It looked too good on him to just remove it. Besides, watching his toy move about in the sleek material was its own kind of pleasure.
Growl looked up in wonder at his master, his suit squeaking slightly as he shifted. His body still tingled with the aftereffects of their earlier activities, each movement sending little reminders through his system of how thoroughly he'd been used. "Would you care for some dinner, my beloved?"
Lion smiled, and nodded. "Whatever you want to make will suit me just fine."
Growl happily got to his feet, and padded into the kitchen. Watching Growl leave the room, his cute rubber butt swaying from side to side, Lion couldn't help but stare.
"Someday." He sat back, relaxed, and chortled softly. "Someday I'll tell him that it was all just a suggestion. Someday I'll tell him that that was all him… Someday."