Masquerade
Masquerade
By: Rakuen Growlithe
AN: I've added some indents here so tell me if they make reading this easier or if you don't notice them. As long as they aren't detracting it's good. This story is part of Charn's Macabre Masquerade and is a gift for Rex Quicksilver. Rex belongs to himself but the rest of the story is mine. Hmm... REd foX... Rex... coincidence? Also, I have a beta again, Guri256, so if there were errors before, this should be free of mistakes. Lastly, this story contains adult situations and if you read this when you should not it is not my responsibility.
"Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade!
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!"
~Masquerade, Andrew Lloyd Webber~
Even as he buttoned up his jacket, Rex was sure that he had received the invitation by mistake. The message in question lay on the bed next to him, its ornate gold lettering glittering on the black paper. It spoke of a richness that Rex didn't know, and that was exactly why he was quick to confirm his coming. It wasn't his fault if they sent the invitation in error and he knew he was not going to pass up the opportunity for a great night out. He'd had to rent a suit for the party, the sleek black a world away from his usual casual attire. The fox tucked the invitation inside his blazer pocket and picked up the final piece of his costume, a mask. The mask fitted over his face perfectly, hiding all his features save his eyes. The right side was royal blue, speckled with gold to give the appearance of the night sky. The left of the mask appeared plain white but a closer inspection showed an intricate web of silver lines that twisted over its surface.
*****
All invitees had been conveyed to the party by carriages that picked up groups of four. Rex now exited his carriage and saw the party's location. In front of him stood a massive mansion that must have been built a few hundred years ago. Even his untrained eye could see a few different styles, where new wings had been added. Most of the mansion was dimly lit, however, drawing his attention to the main entrance, which was brightly lit and had it's double doors wide in welcome.
"Please move inside, Sir," requested one of the helpers, all dressed identically. "There are still more carriages to come."
Rex nodded and apologised before following the cobbled path to the doors.
The inside of the mansion was no less breathtaking than the outside. Rex passed through a small entrance room and into the main hall, the site of the party. The spacious room was filled with mingling furs of all kind, their identities kept secret by the ornate masks that adorned their faces. Quickly, Rex faded in with the rest of the crowd, savouring delectable nibbles and sparkling wine that were freely available.
As visually appealing as the party was, Rex began to grow bored. A combination of the wine, crowd and bright chandeliers made him uncomfortably hot and no matter where he seemed to go people were grouped with others whom they knew. The fox sighed as he drifted apart from another group discussing matters only a long-time friends would understood and let his eyes wander. The novelty of the event had worn off but he didn't want to draw attention to himself by leaving too early. He just needed to find something interesting.
A hurried waiter, not looking where he was going, gave a yelp as he bumped into a much-larger fur and was knocked down. The waiter crashed against one of the doors to the main hall, knocking it open and revealing an empty corridor. Rex's tail gave an excited twitch. He had expected the doors to have been locked, or at least for people to have been waiting out of sight. Knowing that the corridor was abandoned, the fox discretely made his way to the side of the room and, when no one was looking, slipped out of the hall and started to explore.
*****
It wasn't long before Rex found himself in an area of the mansion which looked older than the rest. In reality it was as old as the rest but, unlike the rest, this stairwell and the corridor it served showed only bare stone. If it were an unused it should be covered with dust and cobwebs but he could see neither and this only served to drive him on.
At the end of the corridor was a large, circular room, concealed by darkness. Rex fumbled on the wall, found the light switch and flipped it on. Immediately the room was lit up with a soft orange glow as a number of lights, disguised as old-fashioned torches, came to life around the room.
"Oh wow..." whispered Rex, staring around in awe.
The room he had found was obviously a dungeon, or had been used to store exotic animals at one point, that had been adapted for BDSM play. A number of cages still lined the walls, though others had been converted to other rooms or cupboards, and all around were an array of leather and rubber items that would make any fetishist jealous.
The low moan of someone waking up caught Rex's attention and he spun around, afraid he had been caught.
"I was just look-" he began but stopped when he saw the room was still empty.
He frowned and strained his ears, listening for anything when he spotted a movement in one of the cages. The cages were still mostly in shadow but he now noticed that one of them was occupied. As he got closer he saw a canid fur looking out between the bars, hard to spot since it was covered in a black, full-body suit.
"That looks pretty cool," grinned Rex, running his eyes over the suit and imagining how restrictive it was to its occupant.
Most of the suit was black latex and clung to the canine's body, just leaving his fluffy tail to wag freely. His hands were locked in leather mitts, making sure he wasn't able to let himself free, while his legs were folded into strong sleeves, keeping him on all fours. There was a hole in the latex allowing access to both his tail hole and genitals, Rex could also see that the canine's sheath was locked inside a shiny, metal cage.
"Aww, can't get hard, eh?"
The caged canine shook his head and mumbled as Rex grinned and gave patted his head. There was no way for Rex to understand the bound fur as he was gagged and muzzled, the gag a detachable addition to the muzzle.
The reddish fox gave a murr, feeling his free sheath swelling as he petted the caged fur.
He glanced around the room, frowning, "I wonder if there's a key for this cage nearby..."
Silently congratulating himself for taking the invitation, Rex left the cage door and started poking around in the cupboards and on the shelves as he tried to find a way to get to the puppy. One of his hands strayed to his crotch and began gently rubbing his emerging dick. The horny vulpine let out a moan as he opened the next cupboard and found a number of attachments that he immediately realised could be combined to turn a second fur into a puppy slave.
He wasn't able to help himself. Rex slipped off his mask, placed it on the table and brought up a muzzle like the caged fur was wearing. There was nothing like bondage to get him off but he didn't have the funds like the owner of the dungeon so he'd had to be satisfied with just some ropes before now. Rex opened his jaws and slipped the muzzle on. The main part was a latex sheath that slid over his, but had an opening for his nose, which ended in a strong, frame that held his jaws open. The fox gave a happy shiver and buckled it behind his head, one strap going between his ears and a second behind his head and through the first.
"Humma hmm?" asked Rex, turning around to show his new friend.
To his surprise there was a tall figure standing right behind him. The fox only had time to meep before the masked fur pressed a needle into his arm and the world went black.
*****
When Rex finally came to he wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious. He remembered putting the muzzle on and then being injected with something but his memory of before that was fuzzy and his muscles wouldn't respond to his commands.
"Welcome back. The anaesthetic hasn't fully worn off yet."
The voice was strangely comforting, deep, slow and self-assured but it wasn't one that Rex knew. With great effort, the fox turned his head to see a tall sloth setting out a collection of restraints. On the table beside him lay both Rex's mask and the mask of the man who had drugged him.
Rex moaned through the narcotic haze, the muzzle he had put on preventing him from forming words.
"I did it, yes," replied the sloth, moving to the table on which Rex was lying, naked. "You behaved exactly as I predicted you would."
The sloth smiled and patted Rex's head as the fox gave a confused whine.
"You frequent my website," the sloth explained. "I decided to share my love of bondage with the rest of the world and my website turned out to be far more successful than I could ever have anticipated. Still, there is nothing like the practice of BDSM and at times I seek out members of my website to play with. You just happened to fit all the criteria I wanted for a second permanent pet. I sent you that invitation, gambling both that you wouldn't turn down such an event and that you would want to explore more. All I needed to do was wait for you to find my dungeon and my other pet would signal that I could come and catch you."
Rex didn't have time to collect himself between hearing that he had been marked as a permanent pet and the sloth beginning to bind him. He tried to struggle but the anaesthetic had left him too weak to resist and he was helpless as his body was manipulated into various devices to hold him.
"You'll fit quite nicely," observed the sloth. "My other pet is also rather slim so I have few restraints for the larger furs."
That was not much of a comfort to Rex, however, as his arms were taken, one by one, folded in half and each slid into a tight latex sheath. He might have loved bondage but suddenly all his freedom was about to be taken away by someone he didn't know and there was no sign of his being released.
"You're the bitch of my two pets," explained Rex's new master, "so you won't need to be able to mount anything but you will need to be easily mountable."
The sloth picked up a device Rex had never seen and began adjusting it. It consisted of a fairly long rod, with two slight curves on either end, and a loop of cord in the middle that passed through vice that controlled its movement.
"If I folded your legs, like I did with Tyler and your arms, then it would be very difficult to get to your rump. This device lets you keep the lower half of your leg down but doesn't let you stand up, or really extend your legs at all."
As he spoke Rex's master pulled the fox's knees up until they were over he stomach and fitted the shaft of the strange device so that it lay perpendicular to them. He then reached between them and pulled Rex's sack between his legs, making the vulpine flinch. The sloth slipped the balls through the loop of cord and finished by tightening it and closing the vice to prevent the loop expanding again.
"You'll get used to the weight," the sloth assured Rex, "but if you try and stand..."
He pulled the fox's legs straight to demonstrate and was quickly rewarded with a yelp. As Rex's legs moved to line up with the rest of his body they pulled on the rod that rested behind his legs, this in turn led to a painful tug as his balls were stretched as well.
With Rex's limbs restrained and the drug's effects lessening, the red fox was placed on the floor.
"I imagine you're wondering what my name is," mused the sloth. "It doesn't actually matter if you know or not but I expect you to refer to me as master, if you are able to speak that is."
Rex's master leaned down, locked a collar around Rex's neck and clipped a leash to it. Tyler, the bound fur Rex had seen in the cage, had been released after Rex had been drugged and now crawled up to and nuzzled the fox. Rex flinched as he felt the rubber-covered body of the other canine. He liked the touch and the mixed scents of rubber and musk but everything was happening so quickly that he wasn't sure what to feel. His master was talking again but the red fox paid no attention as his mind raced, wondering what would happen now, what would happen to his life outside. In the end a tug on his leash broke his reverie and focussed his mind again.
As Rex looked up he noticed that a number of Tyler's restraints had been removed, specifically his cock cage, gag and muzzle. It wasn't often that Tyler was released from his chastity, both because he was more obedient when horny and because it meant he was ready for action whenever his master required it. The pup's cock was now fully erect and dripping pre between his folded legs.
The scent of Tyler's arousal floated through the air to assault Rex's nose, making the fox squirm as his body responded in kind. Regardless of everything else that was going on he was in bondage, on all fours on the end of a leash with a dog-boy staring at him with lust in his eyes. Rex could feel the the blood rush to his groin and his sheath began to stir. As his member began to inflate he knew something was wrong, instead of slipping free he felt a tugging on his sheath and his cock pressed up against some sort of barrier.
"Did I forget to mention that?" inquired his master, though the grin on his face betrayed that it was a deliberate omission. "While you were asleep I sewed your sheath closed. Since you're going to be Tyler's bitch I didn't see any reason for you to get hard. If I ever do need you on top though, it's nice to know that it's there."
Rex stared in disbelief at the sloth. It was only when Tyler gave his balls a sharp nip that Rex realised his master was telling him to move and that he began to crawl up the stairs.
*****
Although he tried to resist, Rex couldn't contend both with the tug of the leash and the nips of 'encouragement' that Tyler continued to give him. The sloth and his two pets entered the main hall to find all the party's invitees arranged in a circle around the outside of the room. Rex's ears lay flat against his head and he felt his cheeks turn red as every eye in the room focused on him. Once he was led into the clear centre the crowd moved to close the gap through which he had came.
"Welcome everyone!" began the sloth, his voice echoing through the marble-floored room. "I trust you all enjoyed the beginning of the party."
An affirmative response spread through the masked guests, the excitement audible in their voices.
"But now we come to the focal point of the evening. I found Rex on my website and the more he posted, the more I realised he would make a wonderful addition to those that serve the most important role, as our way of making fantasies come true."
Rex's heart was thumping in his chest as emotions, sometimes conflicting, ran through him, one by one. He could barely hear his master over the sound of his pulse but he suddenly noticed the sloth kneel down in front of him. His master reached into a pocket and drew out a shining brass tag, shaped as a bone. Rex looked at it and read the engraving, 'Rex'. And on the line below that, 'Bitch'. Even as his eyes widened the tag was clipped to his collar and the leash removed.
"Rex is now my newest pet and Tyler's bitch. You are all privileged to witness his début film."
His announcements made, the sloth stepped back and joined the watching crowd. With the crowd of people encircling him, there was no where for Rex to go as Tyler stepped forward, his lusty gave fixed on the tod.
In a different setting Rex would've found his situation amazingly hot. As it was there was a part of him that wanted to be under the other canine and the unrelenting pressure in his closed sheath constantly rubbed that in his face. However there was another part of Rex who couldn't bare his current predicament. He could handle the bondage and being mated but to have it forced on him, with an audience and knowing that he was being filmed for the world was more than his pride could allow.
As Tyler approached him, Rex began to crawl away. There was no path through the crowd but still he tried to avoid his fellow puppy-slave. Tyler growled in frustration, slowly gaining ground until his lunged forward and used one mitted paw to pin one of Rex's feet. The red fox foolishly tried to continue but, with his leg trapped, he only succeeded in pulling at the device between his legs. He gave a yelp of pain and collapsed on his chest. Tyler seized the moment, pouncing on top of the fox and thrusting his eager cock balls-deep.
Once his rear had stretched a little, Rex found he actually enjoyed Tyler mounting him. He was more than distracted enough to forget about the crowd watching and filming him and, although Tyler didn't have the biggest cock ever, he used it well. Rex found himself pressing back against the rubber pup's thrusts, murring deeply as the canine's cock rubbed firmly over his prostate with each thrust.
Tyler couldn't last long, having been in chastity all week for this occasion, and wrapped his arms around Rex's chest. He pulled he fox firmly against him, forcing his swelling knot beneath Rex's bushy tail gave a howl as his length began to spurt thick, sticky bursts of cum into his new bitch.
Beneath Tyler, Rex could do nothing more than squirm and whine. He could feel himself so close to the edge, especially with Tyler's knot stretching his rump, but his cock was trapped in his tightly-sewn sheath. Just as he was about to give up, Tyler began to give gentle, shallow humps to reward him. Rex shivered as each one sent a small wave of pleasure through his body. At the same time, he felt Tyler panting against the back of his neck as he leant down and started to nibble over his fox's neck. Having his neck nibbled was one of Rex's greatest pleasures and together with Tyler's knot and some of the best bondage he'd experienced it drove him over the edge. He let out a deep groan and, much to the delight of his audience, his creamy seed began to leak and drip from his sheath as he orgasmed inside it.
*****
Once Tyler's knot had gone down, and after a rather embarrassing photo shoot, Rex was led back to the dungeon and placed inside Tyler's cage.
"Well done," congratulated their master. "I'm glad you enjoyed that. I'll give you two some time to rest and get to know one another then we'll start your training."
Rex watched through the bars as the sloth left and then flopped down, exhausted. He squirmed for a while, trying to get comfortable until a bark from Tyler, gagged again, caught his attention. He crawled over to the other canine and cuddled into his soft, rubbery embrace. Tyler's tail wagged happily and he held his fox close as the two of them drifted to sleep.
The End