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Will Never Be The Best

for g00da

by Draconicon

It wasn't the first time that Wix had found himself in Roxxie's closet, nor did he imagine that it would be the last. Considering that this was where the damnable snow leopard hid that stealth suit the few times that the feline ever took it off, he knew that he'd be here again and again until he got it.

Which, in retrospect, probably meant that he didn't believe that he was going to get it this time, either. Not the best sort of confidence to be working with, but he had to do what he had to do. Wix shook his head, digging through the mess that constituted his fellow rogue's closet. The goblin's gloved hands dug through one pile of clothes after another, all rubber or latex, and he grumbled under his breath when he kept thinking he'd found that unique suit before realizing that it was just another garment that happened to be made of a similar material.

He didn't understand why Roxxie needed that much rubber. Nobody needed that much, no matter how much of a thief they were. It just got -

Click. The bathroom door had just popped open, and the goblin froze in place. He waited for the sound of footsteps to pass, followed by the soft hum and whistle of the feline passing through the bedroom. The familiar sounds of the little piece of music that the other thief hummed all the time echoed through the small room, feeling so much louder than it should, and it felt like little cage bars settling around the goblin. One false move, one bit of bad luck, and he'd be found and humiliated, again.

The moment passed and the music came from further off. Roxxie must have gone back to the shower to clean up. He breathed out slowly, poking his head out of the closet just to be sure.

The bathroom door was still open, much to his regret. There was no chance to go over there and close it, so he'd just have to be quieter to ensure that the snow leopard didn't hear him rooting around. It shouldn't be that hard, but -

Wix's one good eye went wide as the snow leopard popped into view for a second. He was all but naked, wearing nothing but a latex thong that covered his bulge - but only barely - and showed off his rump very, very well. The snow leopard, almost twice Wix's height, hummed and tossed his pink hair back in front of the bathroom mirror, posing, flaunting, showing himself off more than was seemly for any thief, let alone one that had taken such a place on the heights in the criminal underworld.

The goblin remained completely still until the feline turned back to the shower, hopping under it. He didn't have much time to find that damn suit, so he'd have to hurry.

"Prissy, sassy, show-offy piece of..."

The goblin in his forties did his best to shut himself up, but the aggreived feelings had come up and now they weren't going back down without some venting first. He was able to reduce them to little grunts and grumbles as he went back to fumbling through the closet, shaking his head as they passed between his lips.

It was partially jealousy, partially a set of standards. There were rogues, and there were common thieves. Quite honestly, in his opinion, Roxxie should have been little more than a common thief. No matter the skills the feline had, there were standards, and the constant flirtation, flaunting of himself, and the general way that he was showing off and being too cocky for anyone to be able to take just got on Wix's nerves.

The fact that Roxxie had been able to take on two different jobs that had kicked Wix to the curb and made him go on a forced sabbatical to avoid the law for nearly a month only made the differences between them rankle further. He wanted to bring the damn snow leopard down a peg, and if that meant stealing -

He paused as he found something subtly different in the pile. It wasn't massively different, not leather rather than latex, but there was something new to the rubber down there. Something tighter, something...warmer.

"...Found you."

With a broad grin, Wix yanked the suit out from under the rest of the closet mess. It was a pure black rubber suit, one that was meant to encase the wearer from toes to neck, with a hood that extended over the head when it was needed. He flicked it out and was happy to see that it was one of the newer, stretchy models, meant to encompass any size for any wearer.

Which meant, of course, he could fit in it. And that, in turn, meant that it would be all the better for him.

Not that he needed it, of course. Wix was a very good rogue in his own style - and a rogue, indeed, not a mere thief. There were standards, charm that stopped short of trying to fuck and rut with everything, and -

He perked up his ears. The water was still running, but the humming had stopped. That had to mean that the shower was almost done, and he was still out in the open.

His options were, frankly, limited. He needed to get out of here, but there was no leaving the apartment without exposing himself. Not when there was this little time. There was no real hiding place in the closet, particularly when Roxxie was going to be looking through it for something to wear. There was, he realized, precisely one option to get out of here consequence-free.

He stripped out of his own tight leathers, throwing them out the window before sliding into the rubber suit. It was tight enough that it became form-fitting even as he pushed his toes down the leggings, and he was surprised to find that it slid on as easily as it did, almost as if it were already lubricated inside. He pulled it up fast, trying to ignore the way that it squeezed at his calves and thighs like grasping his hands, and he kept his mouth squeezed tightly shut as the rubber slipped under his cock and balls and between his cheeks.

No wonder Roxxie moves like he's naked. It feels like you are in this stupid thing...

Shaking his head, he thrust his arms down the sleeves of the stealth suit, pulling it up his chest and back at the same time. He could feel that there was still some give in the suit, meant to allow someone twice his height and more to be able to slide in and wear it, but it was still tight and close enough to his body to be eminently usable. He dragged the zipper up the back, feeling some of the suit's other functions coming into play. It shimmered around his body, and he smiled as he darted back into the closet.

As soon as he squatted down, he was all but invisible, the black rubber pressed tight to him and taking on some of the colors of the rest of the closet. White and blue walls, simple pink clothes, other rubber textures all reflected off him and then shimmered into something more stable. He would be all but invisible to the naked eye, and he doubted that even Roxxie would be able to pick him out of the shadows. All he had to do was stay completely still while the other thief was getting dressed, and as soon as he was out of the bedroom, Wix could flee out the window after the rest of his clothes.

He'd even take the suit with him. See how long Roxxie stayed on top of the heap without the suit's advantages.

The water stopped and Wix held his breath. It was time to see just how good the stealth suit actually was.

As the footsteps of the snow leopard approached, he kept holding his breath. It was odd to be able to hear Roxxie coming; the suit usually muffled any sound the other man made. Though half his age, Roxxie had...some skill, and Wix would give the other man that. He knew how to move, though the goblin was all but sure that being a cat was half of that, an unfair advantage over those that weren't born with the ability to move without making even a hint of a sound. He gritted his teeth as he fought the urge to just slide further back in the closet.

He did, however, shift his position slightly, and he bit off a gasp at the odd feeling of the rubber sliding along his body. There was something...oddly erotic about that, something that he hadn't expected after being so used to his own attire.

Steady, steady...

Forcing himself to breathe as shallowly and quietly as possible, he kept his head down, curling up ever so slightly as he heard the snow leopard move to the other side of the bedroom. Even that was intense, the rubber dragging along his chest and along his legs as if they were invisible fingers rather than just a set of clothes. He clenched his jaw all the tighter as he felt just how...how strong it was, and worse -

A breath caught in his throat as some of the rubber pulled tight against his groin, pulling his cock up a little bit and trapping it against his waist. He bit off a curse, hoping that it wasn't too loud, and tried not to think about how that felt so much like a strange, rubbery hand down between his legs. The tightness of the suit ran between his ass cheeks, too, adding to that weird, intense, stimulating feeling back there, like a finger drawing a line from his taint to his -

"Ah!"

He let out a little gasp of shock before he could stop himself, and before he could cover his mouth, he knew that he'd been made. The closet whipped open, and he found himself looking up at the pink-haired, bare-chested snow leopard. Roxxie grinned to himself, chuckling as he tapped his chin.

"My, my, my. Is this my greatest admirer, come to visit?"

"Rival, ass. Not admirer."

"Oh, please. You're obsessed with me."

"Fine. You caught me."

"Again."

"Again," Wix grumbled. "Let me just - ah!"

He'd just started to reach back to the zipper at the back of the suit only to be caught off-guard by the stimulating, squeezing, sliding feeling of the suit moving with him. He panted softly, his cock starting to grow, showing more of an obvious bulge in the front of the black rubber. Roxxie's smile only grew as his face burned hotter and hotter in raw humiliation.

"Oh, dear, dear, did you think that my suit was just a suit?"

"Nnngh..."

"Look at you. So horned up just by wearing something that belongs to me. But, mmm, I won't deny that you look good in that. I mean, I look hotter in that, but there's no shame in second place, is there?"

"You -"

"Tut, tut."

One hand between his legs, a real hand, and with the rubber between him and those fingers, it felt so very, very, very strange. His breath caught in his throat as his hips twitched forward, and he thrust against the snow leopard's hand before he could stop himself.

He kept thrusting, too, as Roxxie pulled his hand back without warning. He fell almost flat on his face, barely able to get his hands out in time. Even that made it worse, as he felt the suit responding to the sudden movements, clenching, squeezing, rubbing, massaging his body. It almost felt like the simple movement had pulled his ass cheeks apart and that the rubber was sliding between his cheeks, pressing right against his backside, right up against that hidden hole back there.

His cock, somehow, grew even stiffer against the smooth, frictionless interior of the suit, teasing his sensitive tip and making him pant more than he liked. The goblin's one good eye closed, and he whimpered under his breath despite his attempt to salvage what was left of his dignity.

"Nnngh...What are you -"

"Oh, Wix, are you ever going to get it through your head? I'm the best. You're just my tagalong, these days."

"Nnngh...you...bastard..."

"But you don't have to be that way. You could be so much better."

Roxxie was standing behind him now, pulling other things from the closet. What? More clothes? Or something -

"Ah!"

Another tease, another nudge, another little rub that went right between his legs. This time, it was a glove - latex - that pressed between his legs rather than bare fingers, and they spread around his bulge, rubbing it from either side. They never directly stroked, but rather bounced his cock from either side, making him grind and rub against the interior of the suit, horning him up ever more.

It wasn't made any better by the way that the snow leopard loomed over him from behind, or how Roxxie was all but grinding his own latex-wrapped bulge right between the goblin's ass cheeks. He gritted his teeth, trying not to think about how there were only those two little layers of rubber and latex keeping their bodies apart, and really, really, really trying to keep how horned-up he was from showing quite as much as he was sure it was. There was no way to miss it.

"Mmmm, you always did look better down there."

"Shut...shut up. You arrogant little - nnngh!"

Those smooth fingers pushed his cock back and forth beneath the suit again, making it so much harder to think as that too-smooth material cupped him, stroked him, teased him. There was never a moment of direct contact between them, just this rubbery rubbing going on. Grinding, touching, even squeezing from time to time, but that was all. It was maddening and yet all too arousing at the same time. He didn't know how anyone could have tolerated something like this for play.

He hated Roxxie for that cocky chuckle, and yet, there was something about that utter confidence that made his dick bounce at the same time.

"Look at you. Just so...helpless."

"Nnngh...you cheated..."

"Is that all you can say? Every time? That I cheat?"

"You do!"

"Not at all. I just find the best, most efficient way of doing things. And I've seen how you look at me in that perfect suit."

"..."

"I know how much you like how it clings to me...how much you envy the rubber suit...how much you've fantasized about it."

"L-lies!"

"You say that, but we can both see how hard you are..."

That was immaterial as far as Wix was concerned, but there was no denying how hard he was. He'd never realized that such a tight, beautiful suit could feel so good on the body, and he had certainly never imagined having it pressing so tight to him, caressing him, showing him off in a way that his own clothes never had, nor ever would. There was something unique to this suit, something that made it more revealing while somehow keeping you out of the spotlight at the same time.

Unless you wanted to be there.

Which he didn't.

He didn't think.

Wix groaned, lowering his head as he fought against himself, trying to pull his thoughts together, trying anything and everything he could to ignore the budding need between his legs. God, he had never imagined that it would get this intense, or this arousing, to be in this suit. He panted as the snow leopard ground against him from behind, making him slide forward on the carpeted floor, feeling that sliding, soft bulge between his cheeks.

He told himself that there was no chance of penetration, that there was no way that either of them could fuck or be fucked. The suits weren't built like that. They barely allowed the shaft to slide up and out against the belly if one had the bad luck to be jostled around. They couldn't actually point down or anything like that.

But it didn't stop him from feeling it. Enjoying it. Savoring it.

"Ah..."

"Mmmm, what's that sound, Wix? Are you oozing?"

"Nnngh...no..."

"I bet if I peeled that suit off you, I'd see strings of all kinds of happy juices, hehehehe."

There was something so humiliating about being teased and pushed down by someone half his age. The goblin had bene a great thief, and had always stood tall and proud over others of his kind, but this...this was something he didn't know how to take.

"Mmmm, am I right?" Roxxie asked.

"Nnngh..."

"Am I riiiiiight?"

"...You...you might be," Wix groaned as the other thief laid over him, hands running from his crotch up to his chest. The soft squeezes and teases through it felt like it was going right to his skin rather than going through the rubber suit. "Nnngh...why won't you...can't you just..."

"I could let you go."

Then why wasn't the snow leopard doing that? Hadn't he humiliated the goblin enough? Hadn't they taken the lesson as far as they were willing to go? Roxxie chuckled in his ear, giving him a playful little nibble.

"But I think you want to keep this suit..."

"I...you..."

"Hmmm, not thinking too clearly, are you, little #2 thief?"

"Rogue!"

"Heheh, oh, really? Rogue? You? With so little charm and personality? You think that just staying in the shadows and bargaining with fences is personality? I charm the pants off of literally everyone that I find, #2 thief. You just look brooding and dull. So very, very dull...until right this moment, when you're wearing my suit and have my hands all over you."

There was no response to that, and not just because of the rather humiliating truth to the matter. He didn't know what to say because he was still shivering from all the teasing, tugging, rubbing, squeezing stimulation hitting him from all sides.

So, he suffered, allowing himself to be picked up and carried, an indignity to any goblin from one of the taller races. He was kept on Roxxie's lap as they sat on the edge of the feline's bed, and he was made to look straight ahead at a mirror that hung from the opposite wall. He was made to look at himself, completely encapsulated in a tight rubber outfit that showed him off as if he was naked, as if his skin was black rather than green, as if his boner had been kept pinned tightly to him all his life rather than normally curled into a little ball or pushed forward like a normal, undressed male.

Why did that look so sexy?

Why did he feel so turned on seeing himself like that?

"You look like a little me," Roxxie teased. "Well, less hot than I am...but still better than you did."

"Nnngh...I...I don't want to..."

"But you like this, don't you?"

The snow leopard tugged at the shoulders of the suit, and he must have found the perfect spot to do it, because it went right down to the crotch of the suit again, pulling at it and making it tease and rub over his balls, right up to the base of his shaft and towards the rest of his erection. He moaned, arching his back, his head resting below the snow leopard's pecs.

"Mmmm, that's right. You love the way that the suit makes you feel. And maybe, just maybe, I might be persuaded to let you keep it."

"..."

"Oh, you're tempted, hmmm? Are you that tempted to hear my offer?"

"I...hate...you..."

"Ah ah. I didn't ask what you thought about me. I asked you if you were tempted." Roxxie tapped his nose. "Now, are you?"

"..."

"Hmmmmm?"

"...Maybe."

And as much as he hated to admit it, Wix was tempted. Not just from the pleasure, of which there was far too much for him to think clearly through, but also for the sheer versatility of the suit. The stealth options, the way that it worked so well for him, the way that it teased him -

No, not just that, not just that!

But...at the same time, he couldn't deny that it was at least a small factor in the decision-making process. He did like the erotic feeling of the suit, and there was no way to completely get around that. He wanted to feel it more, to get used to it, to lose the weakness that he had to the rubber. If he could just wear it for a little bit longer, then -

"Mmmph!"

Another tug, another tease that went from his balls back along his taint and between his cheeks. The goblin groaned in frustration, tilting his head back to look up at his rival.

"Stop that!"

"Not until I get a clear answer out of you."

"Nnngh...y-yes, I am...tempted."

"That's what I thought. Well, then. Let me lay the offer out for you. I'm willing to let you keep this stealth suit - this one, none of the others," Roxxie said. "And in exchange, you be my little pet."

"...Your...pet?"

"Yes. My cute little green pet, my little thing, my live-in goblin that does what I say, when I say it, and who lets me play with them as I ask. It won't be slavery, of course, but I think that you'd look really cute as a pet of mine. And you'd get everything that you ever wanted. People would look at you again, and you'd be seen as the #1."

"...But not the #1 thief."

"Oh god, no. Not the rogue, either. That's my spot. But you could be the #1 pet, and that's good enough for someone like you."

It wasn't. It was so far from what he actually wanted, but he knew that there was little chanec of getting out of this without humiliation of that sort. If he denied it, if he dropped the deal, then Roxxie could take it further, humiliate him in public rather than private. He could take away the suit and send Wix away in the nude, adding to the embarrassment of being caught in the first place. There were a hundred-plus escalations to the situation that Roxxie could make use of, and he couldn't stop him.

He gritted his teeth and slowly lowered his head. He knew when he was beat.

"Fine."

"Such a good goblin. I look forward to seeing just how well you fit in my suits."

"You - ah!"

"Now, let's get you off before we move on."

Those hands moved down, squeezing, teasing, rubbing right around his cock. There was no way to get a good grip to give a handjob through the rubber suit, but that didn't seem to matter to the snow leopard. He just had his hands sliding, rubbing, teasing in that frictionless way that latex and rubber allowed against each other. They had to have been lubed up somehow before, but whatever was happening, oh god, oh god it felt good.

Wix's protests died on his lips as he was made into little more than a rubber plaything in Roxxie's lap, the pink-haired snow leopard leaning over him, keeping him pressed back and nudging, teasing, rubbing, pushing him closer and closer towards climax as the seconds ticked by. The goblin moaned, even whimpered as he tried to thrust and speed the pleasure up, but there was so little that he could do. It felt too good and it was overwhelming him. He had never realized that rubber could conduct pleasure to this degree, nor that it could make the simple act of edging so much more intense.

How much had he leaked inside the suit, he wodered? How much slicker was it on the inside than it had been when he had put it on? How much of a mess had he made of himself and it? He didn't know, and that almost made it hotter.

The squelching sounds of the suit pressing, grinding, sliding along his wet cock only made it naughtier, and he was right on the cusp of his climax as Roxxie kept teasing with one hand and using the other to pull at different parts of the suit. Wix wondered, belatedly, how many times the snow leopard had gotten himself off this way, imitating the touch of a partner without needing anyone else around. How many times had the suit felt this slimy and wet on the inside before?

He didn't know.

He didn't care.

So close that he could barely breathe with anticipation, the goblin hunched his hips forward again and again. It took him a minute to realize that he was no longer being pressed against in the same way, that he was just grinding against the inside of the suit. The humiliation of what he was doing, and knowing that Roxxie was enjoying every last second of it, only made it that much worse...

And better.

"Cum," Roxxie whispered.

And cum he did, obeying his new...what was Roxxie to him, now? Rival, yes, but what else? Master? Owner? What kind of title would the snow leopard demand of him?

The curiosity faded as pleasure took over, the consumption of that desperate rush of pleasure making it impossible to think of anything else. He sunk into that, letting it overwhelm him, and as he painted the inside of the suit and his crotch with his own seed, it took almost no time at all for the poor little goblin to sink down, down, down to darkness and dreamland.

Time passed, though faster than the goblin would have credited it for. He groaned as awareness came back to him, slowly sliding into his skull with the morning light poking through the windows. Wix opened one eye, stared out the window, and felt the memory of the day before come through in bits and pieces. Moving felt...less than a good idea at the moment, so he just stared at the bit of light coming through the window as the events of the previous day slid in and announced themselves.

Most of all, the memory of being made to humiliate himself in an intense orgasm at the hands of the snow leopard lingered, topped in humiliation only by the knowledge that he had agreed to become Roxxie's pet. The thought was enough to make him groan in abject disgust, knowing that he would never have agreed to any such thing if he had been in his right mind.

He wondered if he would be 'allowed' to argue that. He somehow doubted it.

As awareness turned to consciousness, he managed to sit up. The big suit was gone, replaced by -

"You have got to be joking..."

He stared down at himself. Not only was he wearing a collar - one that shimmered with the same reflective nature as the rubber from the night before - but also had a tag hanging from it that said 'Pet-Gobbo.' And it didn't stop there. His eyes drifted to the bright, shining, green rubber that wrapped around his crotch and his ass. It was more than a thong, at least, more of a speedo made of rubber, but that didn't mean much. So it managed to wrap around his ass properly rather than leaving the cheeks somewhat exposed. That didn't mean much when he was trapped in the thing.

And he was trapped in it, as far as he could tell. Even as he wiggled his fingers against the waistband, it felt like it had been fitted to him in some sort of supernatural way, all but sealed to him rather than just a piece of clothing that could be taken off if he needed to. How and where Roxxie had managed to find something like this, he had no idea, but he had every reason to believe that it was just as 'special' as the stealth suit that he had been promised. If the snow leopard were around, he swore that he would have no less than -

"Mmmm..."

Wix whipped his head around, his eyes widening as he looked at the slowly-waking feline on the other side of the bed. He whipped his head to the window, then the closet near it, and wondered how he had even thought that he was still in his own room. There was nothing about it that resembled his room. Wishful thinking? More than likely, at this rate.

He blushed worse as the snow leopard sat up, Roxxie wearing nothing but a black speedo of his own, one that did nothing to hide the other man's body. The feline leaned over, wrapping his arms around Wix's shoulders, and hugged him close. It would have felt almost affectionate if it wasn't for the fact that the snow leopard was chuckling the whole time, obviously amused at the misfortune the goblin had gone through just to get to this point. Roxxie stroked down his chest.

"Mmmm, you really are adorable like this. I look forward to keeping you in this for the rest of your life."

"With the suit," he muttered.

"Yes, yes, from time to time, but let's not forget. You are my pet now."

"Nnngh...do you have to -"

"Look. Even your clothes makes it clear."

He looked down, swearing that the snow leopard had to be talking shit, but no. Right there, right at the very tip of his barely-contained bulge, was a pink pawprint marked right over his cock. It looked not just like he had been teased and edged up by the mark, but claimed by it, leaving the great goblin thief marked by the...by the even-greater snow leopard rogue.

"You...did you..."

"Oh, I did. We both know I had to."

"But what about -"

"Oh, I didn't forget the suit."

Roxxie clapped his hands, and just like that, the suit appeared again, flowing out of the collar and speedo without ease. It covered the goblin from neck to toes, and then, with another clap, disappeared. Wix gritted his teeth, holding back his complaints.

Still chortling, the snow leopard laid down once more, folding his hands behind his head as he got comfortable. Wix was still trying to adjust to the feeling of tight rubber still wrapped around him, wondering how it would feel over the long-term, trying not to think about how much it would take to clean it - and whether he would be able to take it off on his own - when Roxxie snapped his fingers.

"Breakfast, I think."

"...What?"

"Breakfast. I didn't stutter." The snow leopard waved his hand. "Go make some."

"The hell you -"

Wix cut himself off with a gasp and a hiss as his speedo suddenly tightened. He could feel it clutching all the closer around his balls, pulling up against his cock, making it feel like it was both shrinking and twisting at the same time. Pleasure and the mildest, teasing sort of discomfort hit him at the same time, and he wheezed as he looked down at his crotch for some sort of explanation.

The tightness disappeared almost instantly, but not before he saw the pulse of light from the pawprint over his tip. It faded just slow enough for him to notice it, and he brought his eyes up slowly, his mouth hanging open.

Roxxie smirked, lowering his hand to his side.

"I'm not gonna ask again. Breakfast, pet. Make some eggs or something. Surprise me. I'll have plenty of surprises for you from now on."

"Yes, Master." His eyes went wide and he covered his mouth. "I-I mean -"

"Good pet."

As Wix hopped off the bed, darting down and around the corner at an increasingly fast pace for the kitchen, he did his best not to think about what had just happened to his cock. Something impossible like that was not worth thinking about, not when he already had so many other things to think about.

Or not think about.

Or just feel.

Another squeeze made him groan, stiffening up further. No, for now, just think about breakfast. With this speedo, that was going to be complicated enough.

The End

Summary: A goblin named Wix, rather jealous of a younger thief, attempts to steal some gear. It doesn't go well.

Tags: M/M, Age Difference, Size Difference, Goblin, Snow Leopard, Latex, Rubber, Fondling, Masturbation, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Cum, Humiliation, Teasing,