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Clyde sighed audibly as he held his drink in his hand while moving through the half-empty club, though it couldn't be heard under the loud music that was being pumped through the room. It was supposed to be fetish night and the only reason that he had gone there in the first place was because he had been curious about the scene but after a few hours the only thing he found were people getting drunk while wearing a harness or being nearly naked with only a jockstrap. Those that weren't were dominatrix girls with their subby companions and he didn't have the courage to engage with them to ask about it. He also felt extremely out of place since he didn't have any gear on and had gotten a look or two from those in attendance.

Not that he was expecting to get lucky in the first place, Clyde thought to himself as he went to the bar to set his empty glass on the bar. Being a college student he had taken a full course load for the last few years in order to try and get done with his Bachelors as soon as possible, and though it set him to graduate early he hadn't had much of a social life and also wasn't able to take care of himself as much as he should. The result was a skinny body and unkempt long hair, along with a bit of scruff on his face that he hadn't bothered to maintain. Part of him wondered why he had even come out in the first place; up until a few months ago he hadn't even thought about entering such a scene and knew that he didn't belong in such a place.

Even though it wasn't even midnight yet Clyde decided to leave and closed out his tab. His mind was buzzing slightly but it was only a semi-decent walk to the college as he ducked out of the club and back into the night air. When he had gotten out into the back area of the club there were a few people that had gone out to smoke and he tried not to look at them as he made his way to the alley that would connect to the street so he could leave. As he turned the corner though he suddenly found his momentum stopped as he ran into something and fell backwards onto the pavement.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the guy that ran into him said as he reached down to pull him up while Clyde was still reeling slightly from what happened. "Are you okay?"

"I... think so..." Clyde said as he reached up to grab the hand that was offered, and as his fingers wrapped it he was surprised at the feel of the rubber against his skin. As he was brought up to his feet he got a good look at the one that ran into him and realized they were dressed head to toe in blue latex that were form-fitted to his muscular form and wore a very elaborate pup mask with lenses for eyes. "Whoa... I mean, uh..."

"Don't worry, I get that a lot," the man replied with a chuckle, and though the face of the stranger was completely covered the contours of the mask moved to a smile. "Hey, can I buy you a drink? Think of it as my way to apologize for plowing into you like that."

Clyde looked at the man, then back at the club he had just left. "Actually, I was just about to leave," Clyde stated as he continued to look the rubber-suited man over, trying not to stare at the prominent bulge and instead tried to focus on his face instead. "It's really nothing, I don't mind, accidents happen."

"Awww, well shucks," the pup-hooded man replied before he went up to his neck and took something off of the collar that he wore. "Here, let me give you this, it's my identification tag. If you ever change your mind and want to catch up or something just go to the site on there and my owner will get us in contact."

All Clyde could do was stare dumbfounded as the stud gave him a bark and moved on towards the club, leaving him standing there dumbfounded with the dog-paw shaped piece of metal still in his hand. Once he had gotten control of his faculties he looked down at the tag and saw the name Blue right on top, followed by the words Property of The Houndmaster. A shiver went down his spine when he realized that the one he had run into was hardcore, though that could have been gleaned with the outfit that he was wearing that indicated he was one of those gimps he had heard about. When he continued to look down at the tag he did see that there was a website right at the bottom which is what the man in blue rubber told him to contact if he wanted to meet up.

It sort of felt like he had just been asked out, Clyde thought to himself as he had made progress towards his dorm, and he had just been too shocked by the outfit of the other man to see it as such. While he thought that he preferred the fairer sex even he had to admit that guy was really well toned, which could be clearly seen in that rubber suit that looked like it was poured onto him. It made him wonder what was underneath it for the briefest of seconds before he shook his head. He reminded himself that there was a reason that he was single in the first place and didn't engage in social activity so that he could reach his goals earlier.

Once he got back to his building Clyde got into his dorm roomand could already hear his roommates were fast asleep, the others just as dedicated to their studies as he was as he went to his own bedroom. Since it was a Friday he could at least sleep in before going to the library, but as he took of his clothes to go to sleep he found that he was still clutching that dog tag he had been given. Part of him thought to just throw it away since he didn't plan on going back to that club again, but he thought that it might also be rude to turn down such an invitation. He had an early start in the library the next day so he just set the tag down on his bookshelf before going to sleep.

For two weeks Clyde continued on with his life without even thinking about his fateful encounter at the club; he had finals at the end of the month and needed the grades in order to keep up his grant and to stay on track to finish by the end of the year. Once he had finished and had started to put the books into a box so he could try to cash them out for some pocket money to last for the winter. As he pulled out the last one there was the clink of metal and looked down to see the dog tag with all the information looking up at him. It brought him back to that encounter with the gimp and he realized he had never contacted him but wondered if the one known only as Blue would even remember him.

Since he had some time, the courses that Clyde normally signed up for during the winter break not available to him since he was about to graduate, he decided to take a look at the site since the memory of the man was fresh in his memory. The website URL was a bit lengthy and had to double check it before he finally pressed enter. What immediately popped up was not what he expected; there was a group of muscular rubber gimps in pup hoods and bondage gear, including the one he had ran into, with leashes that were all held by the man that sat in the middle of them all who also wore a rubber suit but had a gas mask that was styled in the shape of a rubber wolf.

That must be Houndmaster, Clyde thought to himself as he looked around for a link in order to make contact. The only words on the site were Join the Pack and with no other indicators on how to leave the home page he decided to click on it. As soon as he did a loading screen appeared and something began to play through his speakers, but it was very low and hard to understand. He ended up having to put on his headphones in order to try to hear it, but the voice was still hard to hear other than random words like rubber and pup.

When the loading bar had completed Clyde found himself at more traditional looking web page that had things like an about page and one titled meet the pups as well as how pup play worked. While the words were easy to read the coloration shifted in its hues in a pattern that was similar to the background of the site itself. This was what he had gone to the club to find out in the first place, he thought of when he clicked on the about link. As he read through the articles they appeared to all be written by the Houndmaster himself and mentioned a lot about his pups being completely obedient and up for all manner of play. It sounded a bit like he ran a brothel with hunky rubber men, and as several videos autoplayed that showed everything from mundane petting and training to things of a more adult nature he found his free hand squeezing his own crotch as his arousal started to rise

After he finished up with that he found the information to be extremely interesting, Clyde thought to himself as he clicked on the link which featured the Houndmaster's Kennel. There were six pups that were there and they all looked nearly identical in their muscular build and all were covered in rubber, with the only difference being the coloration of the rubber on their bodies. The last one was Blue, which he clicked on to find a neat little personal bio that included a lot of information of a sexual nature like favorite positions. He also found more picture that showed off his entire body, including his exposed member and even several pictures of him in increasing amounts of bondage.

As Clyde continued to scroll through the other profiles his hand had unknowingly fished his cock out of his pants as he stared at the screen, his clicking slowly becoming more methodical in nature as his eyes remained glued to his monitor. He navigated to a part of the website called the training room, which featured videos of the rubber pups in action with one another. The sounds of rubber squeaking together and the growls that came from those that were in the video overlayed on the words that had had slowly started to become clearer the longer he was on the site. With Clyde fixated on the screen he found himself not playing attention to them, but he still heard the words rubber and pup along with new ones like obey, Houndmaster, loyalty, submission, bondage, and other such words that cropped up in his ears that he assumed was coming from the training videos.

A sudden vibration from his nearby phone finally snapped Clyde out of watching yet another video, which had already finished and was merely a swirling background of colors along with the directory to others, he looked at the time and was shocked to find that it was almost seven in the evening. His eyes widened slightly in shock when he realized that he had just spent the entire day surfing a bondage website but was quickly distracted when he saw what had caused his phone to buzz in the first place. It was a message from a number he had never gotten before inviting him to have lunch with Blue, which he knew to be the one he had bumped into, and gave an address and time that was tomorrow evening.

Tomorrow evening... that was rather sudden, Clyde thought to himself as he put down the phone and got up. As he looked down at himself he realized with some embarrassment that he had enjoyed himself more than he realized as the dried cum flaked off of his stomach. He didn't even remember pleasuring himself that much and took a towel to cover himself up with until he got to the shared showers. Once he had gotten the water to the temperature he wanted and washed himself off though his thoughts went back to the date he had just made with someone he had only met in a rubber pup outfit and wondered if he was even going to go in the first place...

The next morning Cylde had actually forgotten all about cruising the site yesterday as well as the meeting and set about to do all the things that he had put off doing. It wasn't until he had come back from the book selling place with the meager amount of money in his pocket they his phone buzzed once more. He pulled it out and saw that he had made the time with Blue into an appointment, and as soon as he saw it appear on the screen he remembered the arrangement. The address was actually fairly close to the campus and he remembered the guy saying that he lived nearby, and though he had thought about ditching before he found himself turning away from the dorms he had been heading towards and punched up directions on his phone instead.

Fortunately he had put the appointment time far enough ahead that he could walk there without problem and when he got to the address it looked like some sort of fitness club. When he got to the door he found that it was locked, and then heard a voice come through the buzzer asking what his purpose was. Clyde stated his name and that he was there to see Blue, and a second later he heard a buzzing noise and the door opened. He quickly walked inside and made his way towards the front desk to ask where to go next, only to see a familiar masked individual walking towards him.

"Looks like you came," Blue said as he came up and hugged Clyde enthusiastically. Though he wasn't wearing the rubber suit that he had seen him with last time the collar was still around his neck and he still wore that specialized rubber pup hood. "Didn't know if you were showing up or not, but it seems I've managed to lure you here. Now follow me, I already have lunch set up for the two of us."

Clyde found himself doing so as he made his way through the building, looking around at the impressive architecture. When he asked Blue if he worked here the pup-hooded man said that he did, and this was where the Houndmaster kept his kennel. The building wasn't entirely his though and there were others around but that didn't matter to him as they went to a small cafeteria that had a variety of food out. When Clyde made his choice he couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly as he and Blue got their food served to them in dog bowls before Blue took a card and swiped it through the system.

"You really do get into the rubber pup thing, don't you?" Clyde asked after Blue had given the cashier a happy bark before they walked to a table and sat down.

"It's a dog's life," Blue replied, surprising Clyde slightly as he actually used a fork to eat. "Great friends, be in rubber whenever I want, a master that fawns over me. Not too bad, don't you think?"

"I mean... I guess..." Clyde said as he looked down at his food and started to eat as well.

"Mmmm, I don't think I've heard you," Blue said as he leaned forward. "Speak."

Clyde nearly dropped his fork as he let out a bark that surprised him, though there was no one in the cafeteria he felt himself go red with embarrassment. "I'm... I don't know what just happened," Clyde said as he started to get up. "I should go."

"Nonsense, sit," Blue ordered in a more authoritarian tone, Clyde finding himself sitting back down as the pup smiled at him. "Looks like you gleaned a little more than just my information off of that site. Why don't we finish up our meal here and we can go somewhere a little more comfortable, now be a good pup and eat."

As Clyde's mouth opened to ask what was going on he found himself unable to speak, instead his eyes went down to his food as he immediately picked up the fork and began to eat once more. Even though he told his body to leave it didn't respond, like someone had taken it over as he quickly finished his bowl and slid it away from him. Once Blue was done he told Clyde to follow him once more and once again Clyde immediately did what he was told and went up from the cafeteria to a second level of the building. The entire area was separated into doors that looked like offices, though as he was taken to one section he saw that it was marked as the Houndmaster's Kennel and the hallway had doors marked with the names of colors. When they got to the one marked with Blue's name he opened it to reveal a surprisingly spacious room that had a number of rubber items in it as Clyde found himself stepping inside.

"I have to confess that I didn't just bump into you outside of the club that night," Blue said as he grabbed something off the desk and handed it to Clyde. "I may not be a champion breeder but one of my talents is that I can pick a new pup out of a crowd of a hundred people, and as soon as I laid my eyes on you I knew that you would be here eventually. Admittedly you had me doubting after the first few weeks had passed and you didn't call but once I found out you had set up an appointment I knew you would be here, now be a good pup and put that on."

Clyde looked down and saw that it was a pup hood similar to the one that Blue had on, except instead of blue pieces they were silver as he looked at the mirrored lenses. "I... think there is some sort of mistake," Clyde said even as he felt his hands move the supple hood up towards his head. "I shouldn't really be... here..."

Clyde's sentence fell short when he had turned his head and saw that somehow Blue had not only started to press up against him but had somehow gotten his rubber suit back on and was otherwise naked. He wasn't sure how anyone could change that fast but his mind fixated on other matters as Blue helped pull the seam of the hood down over his face. All he could do was continue to stare at that handsome, rubber-clad body until he lost sight of it briefly as the rubber slid over his eyes. For a brief moment Clyde thought about bowing out but one of Blue's smooth hands had rubbed down his chest and made it hard to think about anything else.

"That's a good pup," Blue said as he pressed his hips against the other male, slowly using his free hand to undress the smaller man while his other one tweaked the settings on the silver pup mask. Clyde could feel a pressure change at the front of his mouth and a sweet scent enter into his nostrils as the lenses that were adjusted in front of his eyes began to flash with familiar wording and colors. "Even though you don't realize it yet you already chose this life, but before you can continue The Houndmaster needs a demonstration to make sure you're kennel material."

Houndmaster... Kennel material... it was getting harder to put together what was happening to him as the sensations of the other man pressing against his body moved to the forefront of his mind. Before he knew it he felt a pair of cuffs slide over his wrists and looked down to see that a pair of thick canine-shaped mitts had been slid over and secured onto his hands. He began to hear a low buzzing noise that was transmitted through the molded earpieces that were pressed against his own as he found himself led towards the bed. As his back was pressed down against the cool, slick sheets he heard someone say to speak and he let out a bark as his legs were brought up onto the bed as well.

As Clyde looked down at himself he saw that he was completely naked with a half-hard cock throbbing between his legs. Though he found himself embarrassed by the sight it wasn't because he had allowed essentially a stranger strip him down and put him into bed, it was how he looked overall. Not only did he not have the same luster as the pup next to him but compared to the muscular creature that climbed up on the bed as well he almost seemed... inadequate. He found a whimper escaping from his mouth as he pawed at his own flat chest before hiding his hooded face with his hands.

"Don't worry little pup," Blue said as he leaned forward and hovered over Clyde, his rubber-covered erection pressing against the bare flesh of his stomach. "If the Houndmaster likes you I'll get you whipped into prime pup shape in no time. For now though be a good boy and get on your hands and knees, we're doing this doggystyle."

Even as he quickly turned around and got himself into position a voice in the back of Clyde's mind told him that what he was about to do was insane. It was supposed to be a lunch with someone that bumped into him, not an audition to become a rubber pup too! But as he felt the latex snout of Blue rub against his bare sides and he continued to see the words and colors flash in front of him he found that this was where he was supposed to be. If he wanted to be a good puppy he would need the proper training, and the proper training came from the Houndmaster.

He wanted to be a good puppy, Clyde's inner monologue said in time with the whispering voices that was fed to him. Even as he began to feel the tip of the other man's rubber cock slide into him all he could think about was the videos he saw, the muscular latex men pleasing each other and their masters. It was a fate he could have, the voice said, as long as he was a good pup. All the subconscious training that had gone into him the previous night was quickly brought back to the surface and as Blue took his time in pushing into him Clyde noticed a computer out of the corner of his eye. It had a webcam on it that had a blinking red light and when he looked at the screen there were two men having sex on it, but while one was Blue the guy beneath him getting his butt spread open he couldn't recognize, at least not until he got to the silver pup hood.

Clyde brought his mitted hands up to his face and saw the rubber pup in the video do the same, and though he was mesmerized by the sight, along with the commands being fed to him through the lenses, his attention was soon refocused on the thick cock that had slid inside of him. His body practically jumped as the smooth rubber member pushed down deep as Blue's legs pressed against his own. He was being such a good pup, Clyde realized as he was told by the voice in the headphones, good pups pleasured their packmates whenever they wanted.

He wanted to be a good pup, Clyde thought as another inch disappeared inside him.

He wanted to be a rubber pup.

A good rubber pup.

An obedient rubber pup.

A submissive, obedient rubber pup.

The words continued to swirl around in his mind, stirred by the intense pleasure he felt as he remained on all fours with the rubber pup pumping deep into him. Loud yips and barks could be heard coming from Blue as they began to rut, though after a few minutes Clyde found himself making the same noises as the pace of their coupling quickly increased. Soon Clyde could feel the beefy arms and chest of the other man pressing against him as the rubber pup brought his body down to the ground. All he could do was paw at the air and the bed as he was bred by this stud, his cock pushing harder and faster until finally let out a loud howl and hilted him completely.

Clyde let out a gasp as he felt himself orgasm at the same time that Blue had, his seed spilling against the rubber sheets of the bed as his mitts tried to grab onto anything only to have them flail about. Once Blue had finished he continued to lay on top for a few minutes until he got the strength to pull himself up, which caused Clyde to shiver as he felt the cock that had stretched him out for the last half an hour pop out of him. At this point the swirling colors, whispering words, and whatever had been released into the hood had completely dissipated and more rational thoughts were returning to him. When he realized what he had just done he attempted to try and take the hood off of his head, but with the rubber mitts rendering his fingers useless he could only clumsily paw at it as Blue chuckled.

"Ah ah, we don't just hump and run around here," Blue said as he wrapped his arms around Clyde and had him turn around, exposing his naked body to the camera once more. "But whether or not you get to keep that hood depends on what the Houndmaster says; if he thinks you have the potential to become one of us the screen will flash green and you will get to see just how deep the rabbit hole goes, but if it flashes red then consider this an enjoyable one-night stand and I'll let you be on your way."

Though Clyde's mind hadn't quite caught up to how he had gotten into this situation at all in the first place he found himself remaining in the embrace of those shiny rubber arms as he looked at the screen. Sex with a man who was a rubber pup and on camera, this was definitely not what Clyde thought he would be doing when he first walked into that fetish night at the bar. After about a minute though the screen flashed green and Clyde felt himself letting go of the breath that he hadn't even realized he was holding. He also felt Blue pat his head and ruffle his hair, although when he did so his fingers felt like he was also wearing mitts except much thinner.

"Welcome to the pack," Blue said as he released Clyde from his grasp and went over towards a box that was in the corner. "Now I'm sure you want to get right into training and such but you're going to need to get some rest for the big day. Sleep pup."

Suddenly Clyde woke up and found himself lying on a bed, and as he bolted upright he found himself back in his own dorm room. As he looked around and slowly slid off of his bed he wondered if the events that had just transpired was some sort of vivid dream, especially when he looked at his laptop and saw the website was still up. Even as he got to his feet and closed the computer down the interaction with the one he only knew as Blue had faded into the recesses of his mind like melting ice. Surely that was the case, Clyde thought to himself as he moved over to his wardrobe to grab something to wear, there was no way he would ever actually allow something like that to happen...

When Clyde stepped in front of his mirror however what he saw in the reflection caused him to audibly gasp. He hadn't looked down at himself up until that point and when he finally saw himself all his eyes could focus on the black and silver jockstrap that covered his package. It was definitely something that he wouldn't buy for himself and as his fingers went down to the waistband, which was emblazoned with the word pup, he didn't even think it was real until he touched it. The feel of the synthetic material around his maleness caused him to shiver, but before he could take it off he noticed something else that had been added to his body.

Clyde leaned into the mirror in wild-eyed fascination at the silver and black rubber nestled around his throat. "Silver..." Clyde read as he looked at the engraving on the metal dog tag that hung from the front of the rubber collar around his neck. "Property of the Houndmaster..."