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Randy's legs froze in the light of the summer-spring sun. So riddled with fear and anxiety, they shivered underneath his shorts. After two long and cramped flights plus an hour arguing with the airline about luggage they nearly lost, the fox and his lupine boyfriend arrived at the hotel connected to the convention center. After months of planning, years of dreaming, and now all he had to do was step past the two sliding doors.

He couldn't move another inch. Gulping, Randy found his throat too tight to swallow. His inner voice screamed to bolt back across the country on foot. Why did fear crawl up his backside and puppet him whenever he got so close to what he wanted? Cameron's paw clasped tight around the fox's. Those big beautiful amber eyes looked over him carefully. "Hey, we talked about this. Do your breathing."

Nodding, Randy inhaled, counted to five, then exhaled, repeating until the nerves left his body. Just like Cameron taught him. "It's just...just a lot."

"Is it now?" The wolf pulled him in, wrapping his arm around the fox's neck to give him a quick noogie. "Are you telling me my cute fox is excited for the trip we planned for? Say it ain't so. We might just have to turn around and-"

"I get it. I get it." Randy slipped out and sighed. "Jeez, you can tease me when we start, not now."

"I can tease you whenever I want," Cameron said, pinching the fox's butt through the back pocket of his shorts. "But, for real, are you good? We can wait to sign in." He thumbed back to the city behind them. "Maybe go sightseeing?"

The more sunlight that barreled down on him, the less he wanted to see the city. "No, no I'm good, hun." He looked at his boyfriend for a moment. How lucky was Randy to have bagged the twinkish stud? The svelte toned body that fit perfectly in white to stand out against his black fur, and the curves that rolled around his jeans. The fox nipped at his lips with the sudden tightness at his crotch. "Let's just sign in and get started, okay? I don't think I can wait much longer."

"Then shut up and get moving." Cameron grinned, pushing the fox as forcefully as Randy liked.

The refreshing brisk air conditioning hit them as they passed the sliding doors. Randy's eyes went wide at the front lounge of the hotel. There was the usual standard fare of guests and workers, from the uniformed concierge to the first-floor little snack lounge and eatery. But every third guest he saw had some alluring kink-wear strapped across them. Collars were popular, leading him to thumb his thin leather one in response to the thick leather or even metal ones on display. Strapped harnesses, latex underneath clothes, heavy-duty boots that shined for the express purpose of being safe for a tongue to lather.

The tightness between his legs became unbearable. Cameron snickered. "It's cute how pink brings out your face." the wolf's claw prodded the fox's blushing cheek. "Like a schoolgirl."

Blushing harder, Randy stormed off toward the front desk. A black tabby in a suit and tie smiled at his presence, eyes hidden by the light reflecting off of his glasses. "Good day, sir. How may I assist you?"

Randy opened his mouth to answer only to have it hang agape as words failed him. Cameron chuckled as he patted his partner's shoulder. "We have a room under Tallen."

"Of course," the concierge nodded, "one moment." Randy tried hard not to think about how he didn't know the status of the reservation as the cat typed away. He'd been so caught up in packing all the gear and thinking about the upcoming events that he'd not asked his partner about their stay. Sure, he left those details to Cameron, but he should have asked. The wolf's smirk told him he didn't mind, added with a tiny poke against the fox's black nose.

"Ah, yes. A single bedroom for the weekend, correct?" asked the concierge.

Cameron nodded. "And, to be clear, this is a no-kids zone, right?"

"Oh, of course."

"How far out?" the wolf asked. "Like several blocks or just inside the building and convention center?"

"I suppose that depends on what exactly you mean, sir." said the concierge. Cameron pushed his backpack to Randy, telling the fox to go wait by the rest of the gear so as not to ruin any surprise. He had a few guesses as to what the surprise could be when he saw the concierge pull out a brochure with a map and circled parts, but he decided not to dwell on it. Dwelling just ruined the fun.

The elevator ride up was too full for Cameron to do much beyond fondling his fox behind a crowd of people. Leather, latex, and musk filled the room, forcing Randy to bite his lips to keep silent from the wolf's dexterous digits. All subtlety rocketed out the window as Cameron pushed his partner against the nearest wall not two steps into their bedroom.

"You can't wait, can you?" Randy giggled as the wolf's hands crawled underneath his shirt.

"Of course, I can't." Cameron growled softly, "We've been training for months. Can't help but be a little impatient." Randy playfully tried to push him away only for the wolf to grab both wrists and pin them high over his head. His snout inched closer, carrying his warm breath down across Randy's face. "Are you ready to go the distance this weekend, love?" Cursing under his breath, Randy nodded. "Tell me your safewords and signals."

"Apricot." Randy said, "And feral seal clapping for the signal." Not that the fox would be caught dead doing that. Though he supposed that was the point of a safety signal, beyond looking obvious.

Cameron kissed hard with his approval. "Good boy," he whispered and let go. Tossing their luggage against the bed, the black wolf took a seat at the leather chair and ottoman combo Randy had seen in every hotel he'd been in. Like a king atop his throne, he looked over to the fox and gave one simple command. "Strip."

His master said it softly but his body shivered like he'd been caught in a wave. A delightfully bone-shivering wave that made the fox eager to follow with haste. Training and expectations taught him that rushing ruined their tempo. So he started slowly, pulling his shirt over his head to give the wolf a clear view of his bare chest. Then his shorts, where he turned around to give Cameron a clear view of the ass he owned, the ass that Randy had given freely on so many nights. There was no special or sexy underwear underneath, there were no plans for lingerie at the event. But with his boxers gone, he revealed the true heart of his submission, a small chastity cage that only the wolf had keys for.

Keys he definitely didn't bring for the trip.

The fox climbed up his master's lap with a flick of one black-furred finger. A paw held his cheek softly, caressing him as their lips touched. Randy squeaked as he felt Cameron's other hand close in around his sack, tugging at the caged cock like a toy. "I love how you look with this on." he whispered, clutching the fox's chin with his thumb. "So desperate, so eager, it brings out the best in you."

The fox gave a bashful smile."You're just saying that."

"I'm telling the truth." Cameron pulled, eliciting a soft whine from his fox. "And as much as I'd love to tan your ass red for that, we've got a schedule. So face the corner." Feigning disappointment, Randy stepped away and turned to face the nearest corner, arms clasped behind him as he did whenever his master had no restraints to give. Cameron whistled as he unzipped the bags, no doubt placing every piece of gear on the bed in neat order and then tossing Randy's discarded clothes in the empty luggage. As always, his master took his sweet time inspecting everything before they started, giving Randy ample time to get excited and impatient.

With a snap of his fingers, Randy went to his master's side. Taking to his knees, the fox saw the ensemble of gear laid out on the bed. The full-body black latex, his special hood and muzzle, the collar and leash, and the sleeves that'd lock around his elbows and knees. His tail wagged at what would come next.

"I hate this part," Cameron muttered with the latex suit. Full-body wasn't exactly true, but Randy didn't feel like describing it as full-body minus a big hole for his ass and crotch to stick out for everyone. He didn't like the putting on part of it either, needing to keep stretching the outfit for it to fill and coil over him perfectly, but not too far to break it. Some days he wished it could operate like the nanotech they'd seen in their science fiction binges. Still made the form-fitting suit worthwhile once it clung to his body, leaving little to the imagination.

"The finished product is worth it though," Cameron muttered, pulling and yanking with care to ensure the latex fit perfectly. Satisfied, he quickly swiped his hand across the exposed tush of his submissive, eliciting a playful yip. He turned the fox around for another soft kiss, then said, "Goodbye for now," as a hood stretched over his face.

Randy ceased to be with the hood. The latex clung over his fur like a second skin and frosted lenses hazed his vision to anything not immediately in front of him. Only his muzzle stayed free, but the hood had clips for a leather gag that covered his mouth entirely, pushing a fake dildo into his maw. He shivered with delight at the pressure of his master's fingers with each clip of the studs, locking the finishing touches of his new face.

"Belly." His master commanded. Bracing against the carpeted floor, the living latex toy bundled their arms and legs to their respective thighs and forearms, allowing the wolf to cover them in latex sleeves with special lining and padding around the elbows and knees. With a few tight pulls of straps and his limbs became restricted stumps, finishing his transformation to Pup. Satisfied, the fuzzy form of the wolf above sifted through their belongings until he found a short but bulbous object. Cool and slimy liquid braced against Pup's asshole. Relaxing his backside, Pup let the toy easily slide in and spread him apart.

"Stay." Pup froze at his master's command, stomach exposed while keeping his submissive stance present as the wolf changed just out of sight. He had seen the outfit outside of the suit so many times, but the lenses made it difficult to parse. A leather vest, latex pants, and thick leather boots. So simple but commanding, especially as his master pressed those boots against his pup's cage.

Pup felt his latex-covered tail struggle to wag at the sight of a collar hanging by the leash in his master's hand. "Is my pup ready to go for their walk?" the wolf teased. Pup nodded quickly, wanting nothing more than to stretch his bitchsuit-sealed limbs out for a stroll. At his master's command, he rolled over and stayed still for the affixing of leather. Gravity weighed it against his neck, resisted by the soft tugs of his master. "Come on, Pup. We've got places to be."

When they first started training, Pup couldn't take a single step forward on his elbows. They had to first practice walking with his knees to get the hang of movement. If not for his determination to fulfill the fantasy, Pup would have stayed with just pads over his hands and knees. Yet determination and a year of training allowed him to keep up with his master's slow pace whilst on his elbows and knees, much to the surprise and praise-worthy comments of anyone they passed on the way to the convention floor. He kept his head raised high with pride, knowing his master felt the same.

Of course, he wasn't the only oddity. Even with his frosted lenses, Pup could make out a few selective attractions and kinky convention-goers. Not to mention the smell of sweat, leather, and latex that grew stronger the closer they went to the main floor. His master kept his leash loose enough not to choke as they sifted through the crowds, occasionally stopping at an onlooker's request for belly rubs or tricks. Unknown hands trailed all over Pup's body, some soft, others rough.

Master delighted all who asked about Pup. "Oh, he's well trained. There's some separation anxiety but I'm working on dealing with that next." he'd say to others that'd pass by to ask. "Don't try to crowd around him too much. This is his first time with so many people." Not that Pup didn't enjoy the attention. Every little pet behind his ears shot euphoria down his spine.

There was, however, one person who struck up conversion the most with Pup's master. They'd stopped along the convention floor where cosplayers of various fetishized outfits wandered about. Lots of sexy teachers, nurses, nuns, and maids. Judging by the black heels and frilly-laced stockings standing next to his master, a maid had caught the wolf's interest.

"So, how long have you been training him?" she asked, her possum tail swung low.

"Well we've been dating for three years, but only seriously started playing for two." Cameron said casually, "Honestly, I was a bit more nervous than he was, but Pup's just that bad an influence on me."

Pup looked up just in time to see the possum giggle. Even with only her silhouette, he noticed her shaved sides and small mohawk, with piercings decorating what little of her face he could picture. Brown eyes stared back down with interest. "Say, would you mind if I polished him? I got some wipes in my bag."

"Anything else you'd like to do besides polishing?" Cameron asked, leaning in on the implication. She cupped her hands to whisper something out of Pup's hearing, to which his master nodded in response. "Then of course you can. Come along, Pup."

Through one small crowd later, Pup found himself led up a tiny platform. The possum girl came closer with wet wipes in her hands, revealing the multicolored mohawk over her head to accentuate the punk look. Even her maid cosplay looked purposefully torn and stitched with different colors.

"Now I just want you to sit still and relax." She whispered, "I know that latex can make you a bit more sensitive to the cold, and alcohol is pretty cold." He yipped into the dildo gag the moment the rag pressed against his back. Chills ran up his sides then spread like water soaking into a t-shirt. Her other hand patted against Pup's scalp as she worked, shushing soft words to let him know how much his suit would shine when finished. Like a good pup, he weathered through it.

"Maybe I should hire you as his personal groomer." His master paced around as the maid worked, impressed as he stroked his chin.

"I may put a pin in that idea." Her hands fell on Pup's exposed butt, "How's he look? Ok to start my other request?"

"By all means." the wolf said, "He's not going to be too tired after a little fun." Before Pup could twist his head in confusion to what his master meant, he felt the possum's fingers latch around the flared base of his plug. She twisted slowly and carefully, waiting for his breaths with each turn until the wide toy popped free, leaving his loose ass empty. Something the maid found enticing by the prodding of her fingers along his rim.

"How'd you get him so stretched?" She asked, tapping the tip of her digits against his inner wall.

"The chastity cage isn't just for show. Pup's anal only, even when not Pup." His master scratched underneath the fox's muzzle while talking. Fond of his work, "I do like to tease him when I take it off for cleaning, but any little orgasm he gets without the cage is just another tally on his punishment board." He shivered with delight at his master's praise. It was Pup's idea to take the chastity so seriously, but the wolf had taken it to new heights. Never able to feel the inside of his master at full mast, or to feel the pulse of pleasure through an erection. Early training involved tying the fox to a chair for cleaning, just so he wouldn't toy with himself. Now they did it because both loved the restriction.

"I assume you milk him." She asked.

"Of course. How else can I keep his prostate healthy?"

"May I?" She asked. Cameron nodded. Hearing the snap of a latex glove pulled tight, Pup bit into his gag as the possum sank her fingers inside him. They explored every sensitive crevice, using what remaining lube from the toy to slip deeper. Pup moaned with stifled breath as they reached his prostate. "Oh wow, I barely poked it."

His master smiled. "It's well developed. Bottoms should enjoy bottoming."

If not for the bindings, one finger would have had Pup fall from the sensation. His master held him tight, just in case as a second finger sank in to push, prop, and rub the gland. Warmth crawled up from the bottom of his soles, like the urge to pee rising but without the bladder-filled sensation. Earnest interest and enthusiasm made up for the lack of masterful touch from his master, pushing Pup closer and closer. He struggled to stay still, the pleasure built itself so fast that his body sought to run. A hand cupped underneath his cage just as the wave erupted through him.

"I thought he'd last longer." The possum sounded disappointed. She peeled her hand away and brought her palm closer to his face, where the wolf unlatched the muzzle. Seeing the pool of his spunk in her hand, Pup dutifully lapped it up.

"Good boy," the wolf petted his pet. "And it's not about his stamina, dear. He has plenty. I don't mean any disrespect, but you were a bit too impatient. If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to show you how to extend someone's pleasure, later that is."

"Is this your attempt to ask me out?" the possum asked. His master balked for a moment, something Pup tried not to giggle at. The possum had no such restraint. "I'd love to." The fox smiled underneath his hood. As much as he loved his master, seeing him falter with others reminded him that he had his flaws. And anyone that shook Cameron only encouraged the wolf to try harder, so he couldn't help but enjoy a little verbal tussle between him and a stranger. The possum scribbled something down on a scrap of paper and handed it over. "I'm a bit busy with a booth I'm helping at. How later are we talking?"

"Probably after sunset," Cameron took the paper offered and skimmed it, "Sarah. What a lovely name."

"What a generic flirt." Sarah teased, nudging the wolf at his side, "Don't try so hard, you've already got a tug on your hook."

"Oh?" the wolf grinned, "And what was my bait?" Sarah pointed to Pup. "Ah, yeah I suppose ladies really do love pets." Cameron scratched right behind his pup's ears, "So...later?"

She nodded before vanishing into the convention crowd. Cameron blushed, looking away from Pup to hide it only to falter at the last second. "Oh don't give me that look. You know how I feel around punk girls." Pup only opened his maw to let his master shove the gag back in. It wasn't his place to judge with words. But a teasing tilt of his head? He did that with glee.

Despite the fetishized content of the floorspace, there was little sex on display. Pup's milking had garnered a crowd, but he figured it was from a lack of other depraved acts presented. He recalled the brochure stating that penetration in the public stage was limited, saving for more private venues held by visitors. Cameron knew of one and happily led his pet into the den of debauchery. With panting breaths, wet slaps, the snap and crack of impact toys, and other sounds of pleasure echoed over his ears.

Even with his frosted lenses, Pup could parse through his newfound surroundings. Pop music rang loud as red, pink, purple, and blue lighting bounced off the black walls of the playroom. Furs danced in cages hanging from the ceiling or were strapped to bondage furniture for display. Some to be touched, others to be watched.

Many stopped to frisk and pet him, so much his master turned some away. Save for one that propped up with a proposition. "So this is the fox everyone's been talking about." Said a tall woman. From the silhouette he could see, Pup figured it was a giraffe with a large lump speaking, only for the lump to move on its own. A rider? The closer they came, the more obvious they presented themselves. An aardwolf in a black corset with matching boots, gloves, and fishnet stockings had strapped a small seat at the back of a tall giraffe. Her submissive had a posture collar and blinders beside her eyes, with chains latched to her nipple piercings and one looping around from behind her balls. The small canine pulled the chain at the sack to have the giraffe stop, just close enough to reveal the large member tucked inside a chastity cage and a bit gag in her maw.

Speaking for both of them, the wolf asked, "And you are?" as politely as Cameron could muster while perplexed.

The aardwolf dominatrix bowed her head and extended her hand for a kiss, which the wolf gladly gave. "My name is Mistress Zi. I'm a pro domme but I'm on a little personal holiday with my wife."

"And where is she?" his master asked, then eyed the giraffe, "Unless you mean your mount, no disrespect meant."

"None taken." Zi nodded, "It's her favorite role to play. We don't get to do it much in public so these conventions are a treat for us on top of networking. Though enough about me, I'd love to know more about your personal pet here." They continued to talk, voices drowned out by the pop music of the room. Pup stayed still, watching the giraffe in silence. Her head arched down, letting their eyes meet. Not an exact kindred spirit, but one Pup felt a bond with from that moment.

"Pup?" Cameron's words hooked his attention, as did the tug of his leash. He looked up to the wolf. "Would you be interested in letting Mistress Zi's mount have fun with you?" His head could not nod faster, not after seeing the cage between the giraffe's legs.

Taking no time to dally, the two dominants led their partners to a small stage with an elevated platform. Cameron kept him steady as the aardwolf unlocked her mount's cock and slathered Pup's backside, complementing his efforts as she did so. Small hands held him as the flat tip pressed against his hole. Gnawing into his gag, Pup pushed himself to take deep breaths with every inch the giraffe pushed into him. He'd taken plenty of big toys, but few hot and fleshy members of equal girth.

She stopped at what Mistress Zi commented was halfway to Pup's shock. "How's his oral game?" the aardwolf asked. Cameron explained that his pup is always willing, but still needed work. She unlatched his gag and pressed his snout into her cunt to test that theory. With her giraffe's leash in her right hand, she pulled it taut.

The giraffe pushed Pup into her mistress's cunt with every other inch slipping into him. Mistress Zi's small hand-held his maw steady to silence his moans, letting his prostate pulse madly as the girth pushed against it. Like a good pet, he lapped what he could from the ensuing sensation, but the building rhythm of thrusts made it hard to focus.

And when he did, she sped up thanks to the snap of cane strikes on her backside. Every thrust went deep and hard, pulling out far back but not enough to slip out. On the occasion it did, both Zi and Cameron laughed before helping the giraffe back in. Meanwhile, Pup's pleasure rose and fell, scratching at the door that refused to open while cheers erupted from the audience watching. Pup's attention to the aardwolf's cunt slipped away, now content to drown in her taste as her partner's wet slaps shattered his backside.

Pleasure scratched at the door as his prostate fell victim to the giraffe's motions. So lost in thought that Mistress Zi's words fell on deaf ears. His eyes went wide as the giraffe bucked, her cock pulsing as it painted his insides with her seed. Pup's maw hung agape through each spurt, silently basking in the feeling of being their personal cumdump.

"Your pup needs more oral training." Mistress Zi said, frustrated as she stood up to pat herself. "Though he's made my bitch very happy. I might need to deny her another month just for that."

Cameron laughed, "Really? Is she not allowed to cum without permission?"

The aardwolf shook her head, "It varies with events like these. Truth be told, she enjoys being edged to the point where she's almost dangerous when I let her fuck freely. Speaking of free fucks, it seems we've attracted quite the line." Pup turned his head to see just what the diminutive domme was referring to. A line of eager dick-wielding patrons gathered behind the giraffe, ranging from horses to tiny mice. Each looked eager to sample the ass on display. Pup raised his tail invitingly.

Cameron petted his pet's latex scalp. "We'll stay a little longer. Let you enjoy your gathering fanbase." With that, the line moved up to fill him. Big cocks, small cocks, and everything in between. Some were fast, some lacked stamina, and some even used his mouth. All aimed to satisfy their own pleasure before Pup's, leaving his cage drooling with pre as time and time again he'd been denied release.

His locked limbs shivered when his master called for time. Given a water bottle by straw, Pup drained its contents quickly and begged for another. After two more, he found himself able to move upon his master's request. "Come on. We've got one last thing to do before we settle for the evening."

What could come next? Pup couldn't help but give it thought as he trotted behind his master, his ass plugged up despite the mix of party gentlemen inside him. Curiosity changed to fear at the sight of the front doors and no sign of slowing down. He stopped, letting his collar dig into his neck to catch his master's attention. "Pup? What's wrong?" the wolf asked.

Was it not clear? Pup motioned his head to the front door. He couldn't leave the convention, not as a latex bitch! Cameron just smiled softly, getting onto one knee to cup his pet's face in both hands. "Hey, I know it's scary, but trust me. I did all my research to make this final act go perfectly. You know I wouldn't put you in any real danger."

Even so, going outside was a huge step. The ultimate step if Pup had anything to say. But Cameron never let him down before, always catching whenever he tripped. With closed eyes and a deep breath, Pup nodded at his master's behest. The ring of the front door was his last salvation.

Something about latex made the night air colder. A lack of insolation, or just the fear of being out in it? Either way, the first few steps out the front door in his bitchsuit held his lungs in terror. Then he took several more, and several after that.

Flickering lamplights acted as beacons in the urban environment. Cracked concrete streets and walls filled Pup's view as they walked down the alleyways of buildings, where the loss of inviting storefronts painted a picture of monotony. The true underbelly of the city, where behind smiling faces sat the rough uniformity that held everything together. Where dirt and grime clung because no one saw the need to clean them.

Cameron made sure Pup avoided anything too messy. Latex was a bitch to clean.

"Here we are." The wolf stopped at a patch of grass underneath an underpass. The concrete slabs holding the highway were caked in stylized drawings that Pup couldn't make out thanks to his lenses. Leaning against the wall, his master motioned to the grass and said, "Finish your business. Don't want to wake up early because you need to go."

Pup blinked behind his mask. He was serious. They were outside, hidden in the shadows of the city, and the wolf wanted him to piss like a feral mutt? His chest started to thump, heat building through his chest like a furnace as Pup waddled to the grass and raised his hind leg.

Never before had a number one felt so satisfying.

Pup walked back with a pep in his strides, making his master keep pace with him. He'd done it. Gone so far into his role that he didn't want to leave the headspace. Luckily for him, his master didn't want to end it either as he opened a cage he stuffed into the hotel closet. It even had a little doggy bed to curl up in.

"Sleep well, Pup," Cameron said as he closed the cage. A knock echoed from the door. Smiling, the wolf straightened his straps and slicked his headfur back. "Now it's time the master had his fun. Goodnight." Shutting the door, Pup listened close to the little laughs and flirtations echoing outside his cage. The possum from earlier had arrived, taking up his master's offer.

Repeatedly, by the sounds of the bed springs.