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The next morning Shawn awoke with a gasp, his chest heaving as he tried to shake the dream from his mind. It wasn't a bad dream, in fact it had several of the rubber dragons he had seen in the club, and all of them were massaging and licking his body as several of them pushed their hard cocks into his muzzle and backside. What caused him to suddenly awaken was the fact that he had climaxed so hard in the dream he swore he could hear himself let out an inhuman roar, something that caused him to snap awake from how bizarre it felt. Even though he was awake he swore he could still feel those rubber dragon scales pressed up against him, though when he looked down he realized why.

"Did I really sleep in this?" he asked himself as he slowly moved, feeling the suit shift against him as he did so. "I can't believe that the club actually let me come home like this..." once he felt the last of the sleep leave his body he started the process of removing the suit from his body. He found it was just like Brutus had said, the second he had gotten a latex finger under the seal between his hood and the rest of his body and broke the suction the top part slid right off. After that the rest quickly followed suit and he found himself truly naked in his living room, looking between his pale human flesh and the shiny scales of the suit that had covered him for so long.

There was a few seconds before Shawn started moving once again to do his normal human ritual. He showered and made himself something to eat, and once he was done with that he moved back to the bedroom to fold up the suit so it didn't get wrecked sitting there on the floor. As he did he noticed a note that had been placed on his nightstand the night before. It was from one of his handlers who told him to pop back to the club once he had gotten ready for the day and to bring the suit with him so he could get the opportunity to get used to it. Shawn realized that those two still had more in store for him, his body shuddering slightly as he looked down at the suit that he still held between his hands.

About an hour later Shawn found himself on the bus heading back into the downtown area, duffle bag in his hands. While he wished he had something a little classier he could have transported what was obviously a very expensive suit it was the only thing he had besides garbage bags, plus he still didn't have the courage to go out in public with it on. He made sure that he was as gentle as possible with it, though, and when the bus reached the stop he needed he walked a few more blocks to the club. It looked slightly strange without the neon lights that had adorned it before, the dragon that had snaked its way between the letters looked rather dull in comparison as he opened the door and stepped inside.

When he saw the two rubber-suited dragon men waiting for him Shawn nearly dropped his bag in surprise as the two quickly turned to greet him. "The prodigal son returns," Pyre said with a grin as he motioned for Shawn to get inside and close the door. "I'm glad that you came back, some people decide this club isn't for them after the first night and we only see them when they bring the suit. The fact you're standing here right now shows us a lot, I'm guessing you enjoyed your first night here?"

Shawn felt himself blushing as he recalled what they had done to him, chaining him up to the dancing poles as the crowd cheered them on. "I still can't believe my friends didn't tell me that was going to happen," Shawn said. "Had I known that-"

"You probably wouldn't have come," Pyre interrupted. "Most people have to be in the moment to let themselves go like that, and being dressed up in a rubber dragon suit while it happens certainly doesn't hurt either. Now admit it, you thought that being a latex dragon up there with everyone lusting after your body was sexy as fuck, am I right? C'mon, tell me I'm right."

"I... well..." Shawn stammered slightly before he finally sighed and nodded. "Yeah, it was pretty enticing being up there like that with this dragon costume on."

"So... you like being a rubber dragon?" Tundra asked.

There was another pause as Shawn thought about it, then finally nodded once again. "Yeah, I guess I do," he admitted.

"You see that, Tundra?" Pyre said as he brought them both in with his latex arms. "He's going to be one of us yet, I can feel it. Now why don't we give you a little tour of the rest of the club? You didn't get to see a whole lot of it last night, and it's easier to explain things when there's no one else around without the music thumping and people shouting."

Shawn nodded and was about to move towards the door to the club when the two dragons grabbed him by the shoulder and caught his attention. "Don't tell me you've forgotten the rules already?" Tundra growled slightly. "No one gets into Dragon Heaven unless they happen to be a dragon."

The two continued to look at him and it caused Shawn to swallow hard at the intensity of their stares, then the two began to laugh before they escorted him to the room that he had seen his friends enter the previous night. Inside was a path that led to dressing rooms, all of them converted to allow the club goers to change into their suits. Pyre and Tundra showed Shawn to a free locker and told him he could put his clothes into it, then helped him as he got changed for the second time into his dragon suit.

"I'm amazed at the endurance you two have," Shawn commented as he pulled the rubber up to his thighs. "Have you even gotten out of those things since I last saw you?"

"Nah," Pyre replied with a grin. "It's like a second skin to me now, and with the way the rubber is made you can clean it by going into the shower with it on. You almost never have to take it off if you don't want to, and I know plenty of people who take that option."

The thought made Shawn's head spin slightly as he felt them hoist up the rubber to his chest and help guide his arms into it. Never taking off the suit, being looked at as a rubber dragon forever... he stopped thinking about it when it caused him to visibly shiver, something that made the other two grin before they ignored it. Once they had finished with his body they moved onto his hood and let Shawn put it on himself. For the second time in as many days his human identity vanished under dark blue and red latex as he adjusted it to fit his face. Once the seal was in place he looked at himself, his hand rubbing down the shiny and slick surface of his body once again.

With Shawn properly suited up his handlers led him back to the entrance of the club, where they pressed the button inside the ticket booth. This time a thickly-muscled dragon with scales of shimmering gold wedged himself inside the small area, took a look at them, and then disappeared before the door itself opened. When they crossed the threshold to the other side it was a far different scene than when he had first entered it last night. The area was almost eerily quiet as they walked in, everything in pristine condition and order as they moved in the main area towards the back.

"It's quite a different sight when it's not filled with horny latex creatures," Pyre commented as Shawn felt the rubber-suited man nudge him. "Speaking of such things it seems like you're very much interested in your suit, and I happen to know that the guy that deals with the club's finances is in his office right now. Before we get too far giving you the grand tour, maybe you'd like to make sure you can take possession of that wonderful amenity we've provided for you."

"What... do you mean?" Shawn asked.

"You're renting that costume," Tundra explained bluntly. "At the end of your free weekend that dragon skin you're wearing goes back on the rack until you decide you want to step up."

"However..." Pyre interjected. "If you buy the suit, then even if you decide you don't want to be a part of the club anymore it's still yours to keep forever. Just think, whenever you want you can take on that dragon form of yours while in the comfort of your own home. I'm not saying you have to do it, but I think that you'll find this far more enjoyable when you know that what you're wearing is your skin, not just a temporary shell."

While Shawn knew he should have expected a sales pitch at some time he hadn't expected it to happen at that time, and definitely not when he was wearing the suit. It made sense, though, as the thought of having someone else wearing the rubber scales he had grown accustomed to might fall into the hands of another. "Well..." Shawn said as he looked down. "I don't suppose it would hurt to hear an estimate to buy out the suit, just in case."

His two handlers shared their usual grin and brought him up to the balcony area. It appeared that was where the offices had been originally, and as they entered into one of them Shawn was shocked to see the accountant dressed up in a silver-scaled latex dragon suit as well, only his had golden markings on it that shined even more in the light as the accountant told Shawn that he was expecting to talk to him eventually. The other man got down to business and showed him how much the suit would cost him if he bought it outright and the price of it caused Shawn to balk slightly. It was more than he had ever spent on anything in his life save for his house, and when the man saw his reaction he quickly referenced several payment plans that would make it more affordable for him.

Despite the number of zeros that came behind the first digit he found himself signing up for one of the payment plans, something that caused the other two rubber males to jump up in celebration. Even when Shawn put down the pen he couldn't believe what he had just done, nor could imagine how strange it was as in his mind's eye he saw his latex dragon form just make a legally binding deal with someone in similar attire. Once everything was said and done he was informed that his purchase came with a year-long membership to Dragon Heaven, another piece of information that his handlers were happy to receive. As they walked back down the stairs towards the lobby Shawn still was mentally scratching his head on why he just signed up for such a commitment on something he'd spent a total of two days experiencing, though he continued to rub his latex hands against his scales as though a reminder of exactly why he did such a thing.

"Now that we're sure we'll see your scaly behind around these parts for some time I'm more than happy to show you all the perks," Pyre said as he opened the door in the back of the theatre. "This place is actually pretty huge and the owners have made a lot of renovations since they bought it, 'course they're mostly used for the hardcore members like us who are here all the time."

The perks that Pyre had talked about turned out to be a wide range of things just like he had said. On one hand there was a gym and recreation room where those who wanted to be in their suits and exercise or lounge privately could hang out. As they got to the basement; however, he saw the other side of it as well, one room dedicated exclusively to various bondage or restraints that could be used by the club goers whenever they wanted. There were also dedicated webcam rooms, ones where those in suit could go and make some extra money on the internet while the club kept a percentage. At the other end of the hallway, though, was the grand finale where they showed Shawn a bunch of padded rubber cells that were completely private.

Once they were done with that they led Shawn back up to the club, where despite the fact they were closed, they managed to get a bit of food and a drink while they sat at the bar. "So Shawn," Pyre asked as he sipped his beverage. "What do you think of our little slice of paradise now that you've gotten a chance to truly bask in its glory?"

"I like it," Shawn replied eagerly, still thinking about the final part of their tour. "I know you guys said that you wanted to help me get used to my suit, but I was wondering if I could perhaps get a little private time here in the club?" He felt himself swallow as he mustered up enough courage to ask his next question. "Perhaps... maybe... in one of those private rooms?"

"Well well well," Pyre said with a wide grin. "Give a guy a dragon suit and you get to see all sorts of sides of him! I honestly wasn't sure you had it in you, but you are one kinky guy. Hell, you're a part of the club now, you don't have to ask our permission to use one of those rooms. For a bit of extra fun I think we could certainly get you... prepped, you know, a little extra showmanship to help you get the full experience."

While Shawn wasn't sure what that meant, he felt as though they had his best interest in mind and found himself nodding in agreement. The two quickly grabbed him by the hands and ran him back through the club and towards the back; Shawn was nearly lifted off his feet as they took him to the room with all the bondage gear in it. Once again he nearly fell over as the dragons immediately went up to the walls of gear that they could grab. Before he could say anything the two came back and immediately put a collar on him once again with a leash attached to it.

This time they weren't going to stop at just a collar, Shawn realized as they put his hands behind his back. He felt something heavy get pressed against his wrists, and after they were done with him he tried to pull them apart only to find he couldn't. Luckily there was a mirror nearby that allowed him to turn and see the rubber wrist cuffs that had bound his arms behind his back, something that caused him to squirm slightly against the restraint as they grabbed the last piece of gear. "You'll remember this one for sure," Tundra said as they put the muzzle over his head, once again locking his mouth in place by the rubber straps that crossed over his lips.

"Now aren't you just the prettiest little dressed up dragon in the club," Pyre commented as Shawn let out a muffled huff in response. "Of course considering how well you liked last night and what you want to do tonight, this is probably your idea of a hot night out. Of course you wanted some private time, and you will be getting that... but only after we parade you around the club a little bit first."

Shawn rolled his eyes as he felt the fiery scaled rubber dragon pull on his leash to beckon him forward. This time without his ability to move his arms he realized that his balance wasn't like it was before. More than once Tundra had to catch him as they went up or down the stairs to showcase Shawn to those dragon-suited males that were at the club. He received more than his fair share of leers and lustful looks, but everyone seemed to stay with what they were doing and were content to watch him as he passed by.

Eventually the two dragons led him back down into the basement and to the private bondage rooms. When they found one that was free Pyre and Tundra took off the restraints, the muzzle, and the collar before pushing him inside. "Have fun!" Pyre said as Shawn slid forward on the padded latex floor and nearly fell over. "We'll come and get you later!"

By the time Shawn turned himself around to ask what he was supposed to do the door closed on him, leaving him in complete darkness as he stood there. He began to wonder what he was supposed to do in an empty room all by himself, especially with no ability to see what he was doing. Part of him believed that was actually the point and that he had gotten his wish to spend some alone time with himself. As he pondered what to do next he rubbed his rubber-covered feet against the floor and shuddered in delight from the sensation of latex on latex.

As he began to move around the room a little bit more and let his tactile sensation guide him he wondered if his friends had ever done anything like this, though considering they were the ones that brought him in, it was more than likely. When he got to one of the walls he began to rub his chest against it, letting the pleasurable tingles radiate from there as he ran his hands out along the wall. It was an extremely alluring sensation as he began to rub more of his body around, letting his tail and wings flop about as he did so.

Then as he continued his self-exploration he realized in the darkness that his own rubber-covered cock had sprung out of his suit and had begun to get stimulated by his ministrations. To Shawn the sensation was heavenly, and as soon as he knew what it was he found himself almost humping the padding of the wall to squish his hard cock further and further into it. His hands slid their way up the wall as his hips began to slap against the smooth material, the nearly frictionless surface allowing him to glide his body effortlessly along the walls as he writhed in pleasure at the sensations.

As he began to move away from the wall to spend more time of the floor; however, he suddenly felt a tug on one of his hands that had reached up. "The hell?" he said to no one as he tried to pull again only to find whatever his hand was in had suctioned around it like a vice. When he continued to pull he found himself able to move away a little bit, reaching about the center of the room, but with whatever it was still around him as it started to engulf his hand.

When Shawn reached up to try and see what he had possibly caught himself on he felt his hand get completely encased, unable to move his fingers as the pressure continued to move down past his wrist and over his forearm. When he rubbed his other hand over the affected area it felt like the smooth latex of the walls he was surrounded by, but unlike the walls the rubber seemed to be almost alive and continue to move down his arm. He tried to pry his fingers underneath the advancing line of latex, but it just pushed them out of the way and began to lift up his arm until it was fully extended.

Just as the dragon-suited male reached back to try and hit the thing off of him something caught his hand in mid-swing. Immediately he felt a similar sensation begin to run down the claw-tipped digits before sealing them completely in tight, restrictive rubber. In his mind's eye it felt like he was pushing his hands into the tip of some sort of synthetic tentacle, though at that point all he could think of was escape as he tried to pull downwards. By this time the alien appendage had reached his elbow on one side and the other was quickly catching up to him as both arms were raised up towards the ceiling.

"Pyre!" Shawn called out as he felt himself start to stand on his tip-toes as the appendages continued to hoist him upwards. "Tundra! Someone help me! There's something in here that's-"

His words were cut short as something with a tapered tip immediately pushed its way into his maw. It didn't take long to realize that it was some sort of rubber dildo, one fashioned after the same sheath that contained his own cock as he felt the first ridge pass through his lips. As that continued to push its way into Shawn's maw he felt something else prod his nostrils, which for a brief second seemed to plug them up before he was able to breathe in one more. With the synthetic member completely filling his mouth he needed his nose clear, which was exactly what those tubes were for as he began to feel more rubber begin to push up on the suit's muzzle. It didn't take long before it completely covered his face in a thick layer of the synthetic material, pressing against him on all sides as his arms were engulfed all the way to his shoulders now.

All Shawn could do was let out muffled grunts as something began to move over his toes at the same time. He quickly realized his feet weren't going to be spared, either, as the tentacles around his arms lifted him up while the ones from the floor quickly coated his feet up to his ankles. It didn't stop until it reached his ankles, holding him in place as he hung there from the ceiling. The dragon-suited human wondered what he looked like, his limbs completely restrained by the strange sleeves as well as his head while his dark blue-and-red-scaled torso continued to remain exposed. He also realized as he wiggled against his bindings that the suit's wings and tail were also completely exposed, though that helped him very little as he hung there.

For a little bit the restrained male tried to somehow escape his predicament, but as he attempted to struggle the only thing it seemed to do was make his body move about slightly. When he was finished with his futile effort he just hung there for a while, with the strange rubber helmet-like thing that covered his head the only thing he could see or hear was his mental thoughts. He could still feel, though, especially his own maleness as it continued to throb in the open air. Despite the situation he was still hard as a rock, though he began to ponder if it wasn't because of his situation he was erect as he lazily thrusted his hips in the air in a vain attempt to stimulate himself.

Just as he thought that whatever rubber thing that had ensnared him was finished he was proven wrong as he felt thinner tendrils begin to snake their way up his encased feet and move towards his thighs. As soon as he felt them on the exposed areas of his suited form he knew that they were more latex tentacles that had begun to slither over his sensitive thighs. The sensation alone caused Shawn to squirm in pleasure, though he quickly discerned that they weren't just there to give him a rubdown as they traveled further upwards. When they reached between his legs he was actively kicking out from the pleasure, but that did little to halt their process as one of them ran up the front of his groin while another slid underneath his tail.

Up until that point he hadn't realized there was an opening in his backside until the tip of the tentacle had started to push its way in. He let out a muffled gasp as the shape became similar to the one still lodged in his maw. As though it had been waiting for it, the one inside his mouth began to push further into him until it began to press up against the back of his throat while the other began to spread out the muscles of his rear end. Just as he began to feel the pain of their stretching both of them seemed to release something cool and thick inside his body that immediately loosened both sets of muscles. When it was clear whatever goo had done its job, they pushed in further and Shawn's back arched forward as he felt the rubber ridged length slide into his body.

He let out a cry of pleasure that was stopped by the dildo inside his maw as it continued its advance there as well, not stopping until the restrained male swore it had completely bulged out his throat. His muscles contracted against it just like the one in his backside and he swore that the rubber was getting off to it. The dildo spreading open his anal walls reached deeper than anything else in his entire life before it stopped, then began to slide out again. At the same time the one in his throat did the same, making his muscles clench against it as they slowly exited his orifices. When they were about two-thirds of the way out they pushed their way back in again and caused the male to grunt in surprise as they began to thrust inside of him.

As his cock began to throb even harder from the thrusting of the latex tentacles inside him it wasn't spared, either, another appendage came out of nowhere and slid over his rubber-covered length just like it did with his arms and legs. Unlike his arms and legs; however, this one remained somewhat loose as it began to slide up and down his length at the same speed as the ones penetrating him. The simultaneous stimulation quickly brought up Shawn to his peak, but before he could go over the edge they stopped completely and stayed lodged inside of him.

At first Shawn was confused as the lust he felt began to slowly cool off, his tense body going limp, but with the dildos still inside him and the other latex tentacle thing on his cock. When he finally had gotten a clear head; however, his body immediately jerked in the restraints as they started up once again. This time the pleasure seemed twice as intense as the last time as they began to work their way up to the pace they had before. Shawn could feel his wings and tail shaking with each thrust as more rubber tendrils began to creep across his exposed scaled torso, driving his stimulation even harder than before as he felt himself get close once again...

And then it all stopped. Everything, from the tiny tendrils that had started to tease where his nipples were to the cock that Shawn could swear had grown larger inside him now. Once more the sheer ecstasy drained away and his confusion slowly turned to frustration as he realized that somehow these rubber things knew exactly when to stop to prevent him from climaxing. As though to prove his theory, as soon as his excitement dropped below a certain point, every tentacle on or inside his body began to work on him once more as more tendrils joined the fray to rub over his latex-scaled skin. They continued the cycle more and more and as his frustration reached desperation he began to try and slide his body on what would become the immobile latex plugs in his body to try and finish himself to no avail. His body was no longer his own, it was the rubber room's plaything now as they continued to tease and stimulate him to greater and greater lengths.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity the dildos inside his throat and anus continued past the point of no return as well as the one on his cock. If Shawn could have he would have screamed as he let out what felt like a torrent of seed leave his exhausted body, filling up the tentacle that encased his cock while his entire body writhed in pure pleasure. His orgasm lasted for what felt like minutes until finally his aching cock settled back down and he hung there in his restraints completely exhausted.

When it appeared the appendages were finally done using and abusing his body they slowly retreated from his body. He slumped down onto the floor as soon as the ones that had been holding his arms slid off, panting heavily from his mouth once the dragon dildo had left it. He continued to lay there in the darkness as his lust-drunk mind struggled to comprehend what had just happened to him. Part of his brain thought that it couldn't have been real, that it had been some sort of strange hallucination brought on by the sensory deprivation and maybe some sort of chemical released into the room. As he tried to move his legs; however, they felt like jello and the emptiness inside him made him believe that it was all too real.

Suddenly the door to the cell opened and shined light on his eyes as he continued to lay there to try and recover. He could feel the footsteps of something entering the room before the heads of two dragons appeared in his vision smirking down at him. "So..." Pyre asked as Tundra's grin widened even more. "Did you enjoy yourself?"