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The days passed and the weekend ended, but with the purchase of his new suit Shawn's time in the club had not, though the work week had rolled around once more, along with the now-mundane activity of his day job. That didn't mean he left the suit exclusively for the weekend, instead Shawn had begun to wear it around the house and even slept in it for a few nights. At first he had reasoned it was just to get himself more comfortable in it for the next time he would go to Dragon Heaven, but as time continued on he found himself enjoying the sensation of having it on more and more. Of course none of that compared to the experience of being at the club, and as Thursday rolled around and the weekend approached, he joined his friends out for a lunch outside of the building.

Even though they worked in the same building together the three had made an agreement to never bring any of their more personal lives into the area. Office gossip spread fast and they didn't want to risk anyone overhearing their proclivities while they spoke in the lunchroom. Luckily they had a few restaurants within walking distance, and as they sat down at the table both Conrad and Mitch looked at him eagerly. "So what are your plans for the weekend, Shawn?" Mitch asked with a wide grin on his face.

"Well..." Shawn replied, suddenly anxious at talking about it in a public space even though it wasn't their workplace. "I'm not quite sure yet about my plans. Why, what are yours?"

"Well our plans are dragging you back to the club so that you can keep using that new suit you bought," Conrad replied, both of their grins growing wider as Shawn looked at them in shock. "What, you think that the office is the only place that has gossip? We've known there's a new dragon in town ever since you bought it, I honestly think Pyre was texting people while you met with the Hoard Guardian. Now we've been waiting since then to spring it on you that we knew, it would've been a crying shame to make us wait until Friday."

"Speaking of crying shame," Conrad added. "It would also be one if you didn't get to put that rubber suit of yours on display again in the club. If you need transportation we'd be happy to drive you again."

"What, so you can ditch me again?" Shawn shot back. "As long as we're talking about things we've been waiting to say, I'm still mad at you two for ditching me there last weekend."

Both guys chuckled and were about to continue when the waiter came to get their order, then once they were finished Conrad spoke up again. "We knew you were in good hands," he explained as he sipped his drink. "Pyre and Tundra are some of the best handlers that Dragon Heaven have to offer, and the fact that you managed to attract both of their attention is huge. It's like having a twenty-four seven concierge to help you with all your draconic needs."

"Yeah man," Mitch continued while he ate his bread. "Those two practically live at the club, which is strange considering they got their own latex roosts to go home to."

"Latex roosts?" Shawn spoke up before he realized what he was saying and turned his voice down to a whisper. "What do you mean by that?"

The two looked at each other, then gave one another a nod before turning back to the confused Shawn. "I think that would be something better left to your handlers," Conrad admitted. "I don't think it would be fair for us to try and explain it since we haven't done anything like that ourselves, so it would be better if you got the information straight from the dragon's mouth. I'd give them a call if you're interested in that little extra, though right now what we should be talking about is getting ready to hit the club tomorrow as soon as it opens."

The three continued to talk about their plans until their break was almost over, then slogged their way back into the nearby office building in order to finish their work day. When he had a chance between fixing other people's computers Shawn took out his phone and texted Pyre, who had put both him and Tundra in his contacts list after they had driven him home, and asked if he could discuss something extra the club did called roosting with him. Less than a minute later he got a text back with mostly excited emojis followed by the words sure and to have them meet at the club when it opened. Though Shawn had made a rule not to go do the club during the weekdays, the question burned in his mind and eventually he responded with an okay before putting away his phone before he got in trouble.

A few hours later Shawn requested a lift on a ride sharing app, his trusty duffel bag in hand once the driver pulled up. He asked to be dropped off at a nearby gym, hoping to avoid any awkward conversations about his true destination, and walked the remaining distance to the club. The dragons would doubtlessly want to talk to him inside, which meant that he would need to get suited up. It was still a few hours until the club opened properly, which meant that he would likely get enough time to talk to the two and get out before the festivities began. Part of him hoped that they would be there in order to continue to help him with his suit, and sure enough as soon as he entered the lobby he saw the two rubber dragon-suited males standing there waiting for him.

"If it isn't our new favorite dragon," Pyre exclaimed with a grin as the two began to circle around Shawn like sharks. "You called and we came, now let's get you suited up and into the club so we can discuss this. I know it's not technically open right now, but the bartender likes to practice new drinks and often gives them to us at a discount."

"Actually..." Shawn said as he started to pull back slightly. "I'm not really here to party at the moment, I just wanted to ask you about something my friends said. In fact I was wondering if we could perhaps talk out here instead."

The two males looked at each other, then promptly shook their heads. "No can do there," Pyre said. "If you want to talk about dragon things you're going to have to look the part, plus we usually don't talk shop unless we're in Dragon Heaven, so if you want to know then you got to go... change, of course."

"Don't worry," Tundra followed up with a leering smirk. "We won't keep you up past your bedtime."

Shawn couldn't get another word in edgewise as they shooed him up into the changing area before they followed him in, helping him with his suit after he had gotten naked once more. At this point it was becoming almost natural for him to slip in and out of the suit, though there was something comforting about the two being there to help him. Unlike last time, though, they didn't even ask before Pyre reached in and helped adjust his maleness to slide into the sheath while Tundra helped align the rubber that was pressed against his behind. At this point in Shawn's mind, though, it was somewhat justified, they had pretty much designated themselves as his handlers and it wasn't like they had never done it before.

Once they were finished Shawn turned to the mirror and looked at the familiar dark blue rubber muzzle that stared back at him once more. After a few mouth movements to make sure that he was ready to go they led him back out into the club and buzzed in, which brought out the same pearlescent-scaled muscle dragon he had seen the first time that allowed them in. When they got inside Shawn found that though the house lights were still up people had already started to get ready to party, all of them in dragon suits just like they were. Many gave a wave to Pyre and Tundra as they passed by them before they opted to get a seat at one of the booths near the back.

"Alright then Shawn," Pyre said once they had sat down. "Now that we are in our proper dragon attire we can discuss proper dragon business. What did you want to ask about?"

"Well my friends and I were talking about the club and the topic turned to you guys," the two turned to one another and exchanged a look that caused Shawn to pause before they looked back at him. "Um... yeah, so they were talking about how you two never seem to leave the club and that it's weird because you guys have some sort of roost or something? I tried to ask them about what it was, but they said that I should really ask you guys about it."

Shawn watched as the two dragon's faces lit up and after Pyre nodded to Tundra, who immediately got up to leave as Pyre leaned in excitedly. "Your friends were certainly right in having you refer to us when it comes to this particularly fond extra that the club offers," Pyre explained. "Tundra is going to go off and get the product manual so that you can see for yourself what we're talking about. Basically, though, it'll bring the club to your bedroom, or your whole house if you want it to. A rubber dragon has to have a proper roost in order to really feel like himself, after all."

Shawn felt slightly unnerved by the gleam in Pyre's eyes as he kept mentioning it like they were actual dragons. While the suit was comfortable and Shawn enjoyed how he looked in it, he still knew that underneath the layer of latex he was a human. It was a begrudging fact, but one based in reality that he could accept. It seemed for Pyre and probably Tundra as well that the two lived out their lives thinking otherwise, likely thinking of themselves as dragons who have to get into a human suit sometimes.... or do they? From the way they spoke it sounded like they were in that suit all the time, and since workplaces in the city now somewhat allowed people to wear such things, if they had normal day jobs they could wear them there, too.

Before Shawn could speculate further, though, Tundra came back with a book and three drinks that he passed around to the other two before setting his own down. "The bartender just finished up a batch so I decided to grab us a few," Tundra explained before he slid the thick book towards Shawn. "There's the catalogue for them to come and turn your home into a proper dragon roost."

Shawn's eyes widened as he looked over the book that he had been given, which were pages and pages of options to decide on. At first it was mostly little items that he could buy for his home, ranging from a rubber dragon egg lamp all the way to a thick draconic tail buttplug that Shawn wasn't sure how someone could keep held in. After that section came the room designs, where they came in and did up a room to be a personal latex space to lounge out in. Shawn shuddered slightly as he remembered the rubber room that he had been in before, but then quickly focused back to the task as hand as he realized that many of the designs were for the bedroom space.

When he got to the back of the book; however, was where Shawn's mouth gasped. While he knew the other two had said that they had a service to remake one's whole house into a rubber roost, he thought they'd been exaggerating. What he saw on the pages was anything but, the entirety of a house with the inside covered completely in latex. Everything in there was themed to be a rubber dragon's wet dream, from the ornate bedroom with various props to simulate a hoard to the massive pillows and other gear that combined utility and bondage. It felt like what it would be if he took that rubber cell he was in and just applied that concept to the entire house as the ceiling, walls, and floors were also made from various types of latex.

"This... this is all unreal," Shawn said as he looked over all the options on the catalogue. "I can't believe that a club is willing to go to such lengths in order to promote their theme."

"The club just wants you to make you feel as comfortable as possible," Pyre replied with a grin. "You are a rubber dragon now, and rubber dragons deserve to have the best rubber roosts. This is our fantasy, man, we may as well live it up to our full potential, and I have to say that having a roost makes you really feel like a dragon in my opinion."

Shawn could feel his head spinning with all the new information that had just been put into his mind. Not only did he just find out that his entire home could look like the den of a mythical latex beast, but that there were a number of options he could choose on top of that. He found himself closing the catalog and rubbing his head, the slight squeak of rubber on rubber filling his ears as he looked at his handlers. "I just don't know..." Shawn finally said, which surprisingly caused the other two to merely grin.

"Why don't we show you an example of a rubber roost in action," Pyre said as he motioned for Tundra to get up. "We can go there right now, that way you're not caught in the allure of the club because you have to work tomorrow. Now let's go, we can take my car."

The last sentence almost felt more like a command more than anything else, one that Shawn found himself following as the three stood up and began to walk out of the space that had started to become filled with others. When they walked out of the lobby Shawn began to turn to the dressing room, only to feel a meaty arm wrap around him and pull him back. "Whoa there," Tundra said as he held the other rubber dragon-suited male close. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To uh... you know, to change," Shawn stammered slightly.

"I don't think so, hatchling," Pyre replied with a smirk. "Much like the club I have a very strict no humans allowed policy when it comes to my place. Ruins the illusion, and since we're going straight from the club to there, I don't want us to waste time changing out and then changing back in. My car is like a block or two away and it's a beautiful night, so you won't melt."

Shawn swallowed hard but followed the two dragons out of the lobby and into public, Tundra dragging him for a few more feet before finally letting him go to look around. Almost immediately he began to feel self-conscious as they started to walk down the still-busy downtown street towards his car. He could see the others looking at him, and though some frowned at his choice of clothing, most people either ignored them or glanced in their direction mostly out of curiosity, though some clearly had looks of lust in their eyes as they scanned over their rubber-clad forms. Just as he started to feel comfortable they arrived at Pyre's car, which they all piled into before driving away from the club.

Night had fallen when they got to Pyre's house, the three dragons walking up to the small but well-maintained building. The scales of the dragon flashed with its fiery iridescence as he got out his keys from the bag he was carrying and opened the door. Shawn was the next to be let in after Pyre and Tundra came up behind him, almost knocking into him when the dragon in front of him stopped with his jaw dropped to the floor in awe.

The entire room looked like a rubber cave, complete with additions that you would see in the painting of a fairytale book. Though there was still furniture it all either had draconic imagery or was themed to look as though it belonged in a dragon's cave. Shawn hadn't seen that much rubber in his entire life as he was given a grand tour of the house, everything from the bedroom to the basement was floor-to-ceiling rubber in different designs and styles. When they got back to the living room Shawn was still in awe on how amazing it looked, especially with Pyre and Tundra there as the two rubber dragons looked right at home.

"And it doesn't have to be a cave either," Pyre explained as they walked over to one of the area with his entertainment system and a few couches. "You can choose to get all sorts of fun additions as well." He led Shawn to what looked like a hammock and waved his hand over it. "This I'm particularly fond of. I could explain it to you, but why don't you hop in and experience it for yourself?"

Shawn just nodded and slowly crawled into the suspended sheet of rubber with the help of the other two. He was told to lie on his stomach, and as he did he realized there was a hole where his head could go through, though as he tried to do so he found only the muzzle of the mask could actually fit. When he tried to out of it he suddenly felt two pairs of hands on him press against him and spin the entire hammock around. Almost immediately the rubber sheet tightened around him, pressing against his entire body as he flipped around for a few more times before he finally stopped.

"Well don't you look sung," Pyre said as Shawn tried to wiggle out of the hammock only to find it sealed tight around him. "You know there's only one thing that we can do to help a captured dragon." The only thing that was exposed was his muzzle and, which he found out as he felt a hand press against it to fish out his cock, his groin. When Shawn opened his mouth to groan he suddenly found himself with the head of a rubber dragon dick pushed inside him. With his hands and arms pinned together and no way to look with the latex covering his eyes, he didn't even know which dragon it was as his tongue seemed to reflexively lick it as it split open his lips.

At the same time he felt another muzzle on his own cock, the strange feeling of wetness and slick rubber on his member causing Shawn to shudder in his confines. A pair of hands grabbed where his head was and began to slide in and out of his maw in earnest, which muffled the moans as the other mouth did the same while a second pair of hands latched onto his hips. All Shawn could do was remain suspended there as his handlers had their way with his body, which strained and writhed in pleasure from the rubber bliss that was given to him. The sensations were so powerful that Shawn came quickly, his hips managing to thrust forward a bit into the other dragon's maw while his mouth continued to get stretched by the thick member inside it. Eventually the one in his mouth finished, too, though due to the latex nothing came out he could tell that the other male was done as the thick cock was nearly embedded in his throat for a more than a few seconds before it was pulled out completely.

When they were all finished Shawn felt himself get untwisted from the sheet and helped back onto his feet. As he looked between the two of them he still couldn't tell which one he had just sucked off and which one did it to him, and from the look of it neither was going to tell him, either. Instead they drove him back to the club to get changed, hearing the sound of the music thrum against the walls as he did so. Part of him wanted to stay with Pyre and Tundra longer, the two having walked into the club themselves, but he knew that he had work in the morning, and with a loud sigh got back into his street clothes and went home to dream of rubber dragons once more.

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The next day passed by slowly for Shawn as he waited for the work day to end, the monotonous grind of his workplace a harsh difference from the environment that he had just been in the night before. All he could think about was his handlers and the rooms that they showed them that were like a literal playground for rubber lovers. Even as he thought about it in his mind's eye he saw three rubber dragons playing around with one another with the human side not even coming into his thoughts, though he had to make sure he didn't think about it too much as he felt his groin stir from the thought.

Eventually the work day ended and he couldn't get out of there fast enough. Instead of heading to the bus terminal as usual, he went to the underground parking lot where Mitch and Conrad usually parked their car. The other two were already waiting for him as he walked down towards them, waving him in before they all got inside. Even though the club wasn't officially open during that time, they wanted to get there early so that the three had the chance to talk before the party started. They breezed through the downtown area as best they could as Shawn could feel himself start to twitch while his hand rested on the duffel bag that he had stored there in the beginning of the day.

Once they had gotten to the parking garage Shawn had to resist the urge to run as they made their way through the busy sidewalk to get inside Dragon Heaven. Once they were inside there was no longer any need to wait, the three of them walked into the nearby changing rooms to get their suits on. For Shawn it was the first time he was getting changed by himself, and though he knew that his friends would come and help him if he asked he really didn't feel the need, which was strange considering he always wanted his handlers to help him out. Even on his own he found the suit easy to slide on and it wasn't long before three rubber dragons walked out of the dressing room and buzzed the door to get inside.

Inside the club the space was already starting to fill, the other rubber-suited humans seemed to have the same idea they did and wanted to talk with one another before it opened as a nightclub. The three found a booth and sat down at it, Conrad offering to go get drinks while Mitch looked at Shawn with a canary-eating grin. "So how was the meeting with those handlers of yours?" he asked after a short pause.

"Uh... informative," Shawn replied once he had taken his drink from Conrad. "They showed me the catalogue of all the things I can do to my house to make it, as they said, a place more fitting for a rubber dragon to thrive in. I can't imagine putting up the money like that in order to make some drastic changes to a place. I mean if you did the extreme home makeover that pretty much means the only people that you'd be able to entertain are... well..."

"Other rubber dragons," Conrad finished the sentence. "Honestly I'm kind of envious that you even have the means to do something like that. My apartment would flip their lids if they found out I did something like that to my place, so unfortunately that is not an option for me."

"I'm in a similar situation myself," Mitch added. "The small house I own is part of some stupid historic preservation society thing that means I have to go through three town hall meetings and acquire a permit if I want to change the shade of paint in my living room. Though it would be fun to watch their heads explode if I went through a change like that, it's not worth the fines and possible jail time."

Shawn took a drink in order to try and cover his surprise as he heard his friends casually talk about how they wished they could turn their domains into rubber roosts just like Pyre and Tundra had. "Well, even if you could do it the price is pretty high," Shawn tried to reason. "I mean my handlers even offered to put up a third of the cost so that I could have it for myself, and even with that I couldn't afford it. Can you imagine putting up that kind of money just to give someone something crazy like this?"

The bemused grin on Shawn's face fell slightly as his two friends looked at each other, then back at him with a serious expression on their rubber-covered lips. "You think you could do a third of the payment?" Mitch asked. "For the whole house makeover, if you only had to pay a third, would you do it? Would you even be able to do it?"

"Guys... you can't be serious," Shawn replied, only to see their stone-faced stares confirming that they were. "I mean, yeah, I have enough savings put away that I could pay a third of the cost, but-"

"Then we'll front the rest," Conrad replied immediately. "Between Mitch and myself we should have more than enough to cover the other third if Pyre and Tundra do the same. Then your whole house could be a dragon roost... if that's what you really want, of course."

With the last logical barrier that separated him from this concept removed by his friends, Shawn now had the uncomfortable choice of whether or not he actually wanted to do this. It was easy to deny it when he had a reason, but now that it was gone the only thing that stood in his way was himself. He began to wonder why it made him so nervous that he admitted he liked something so much and that everything was going so fast. In the span of a week he had gone from not wanting to go to the club to hanging out in a rubber dragon suit he owned with his two dragon-suited friends discussing turning his house into a rubber dragon den.

"I... I can't believe I'm actually considering this," Shawn said as the other two grinned. "You know that I might not be able to pay you guys back right away, or even at all, right? I mean I'm already paying for this suit and then if I'm putting a third down on this home makeover it means I have to be careful with my money for a while until-"

"Oh shush," Conrad replied as his smile widened. "We want to do this to fulfill your fantasies. We knew from the second that we came here, ourselves, that this would be the right place for you, and it turns out we were right beyond our wildest imaginations. If we can help you take a step further, then we're happy to help. Just to remember to invite us over from time to time, and if you really want to repay us... I'm sure we can find some way for that to happen."

Shawn looked down as a shiny purple-scaled finger reached out and stroked his hand that held his drink. When he looked up at his friend in slight surprise he saw a seductive grin on the latex eastern dragon's face, one that he had not imagined that he would get from his friend in his life. When he glanced over at Mitch the bronze scales of his own muzzle were curled up in a similar fashion as he wagged his eyes at him. How long had his friends thought about him this way, Shawn wondered as they continued to stare at him, and if it was really them or just the incredibly sexy rubber dragon suits they all wore...

An hour later Shawn sat opposite a silver rubber-suited male who watched him with keen eyes as he looked down at the papers that he had been given. Flanking him on either side were two sets of dragons, one side being his friends and the other being his handlers. Shawn could feel himself start to sweat as he looked down at all the details of the second contract he was about to sign with the club, then slowly picked up the pen. When the last flourish of his name was down the one they called the Hoard Counter smiled at him and took the papers while the others around him started to congratulate him.

Once they had finished the last of their legal work the group walked out of the office and back down to the club. "I say this is a cause for celebration," Pyre said before the told Tundra to go to the bar and get drinks. "Now I know it's going to take a bit for our newest dragon to get his roost properly done up, but the fact that he's taken such a big step in his new life is definitely something to drink to. So strap in boys, this is going to be a weekend that you're not going to forget anytime soon!"