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It had taken Pask a few days to spot the pup mask lying in his room. On the other hand, recognizing it as Forsy’s took less than a second.

The leather garment had sort of camouflaged itself among the piles of clothes he kept ready for laundry. Pask had no idea at what point Forsy had considered leaving it there would be a reasonable thing to do. Knowing the saber-toothed cat, he’d probably dropped it in the first place he’d seen. I’ll have to call him and let him know he left it here, Pask thought, slightly annoyed. I can’t believe he’s so careless.

It wasn’t as if Forsy wasn’t particularly proud of that mask, either. He’d been wearing it all day during their last hangout, boasting about how good it looked on him and taking a few pictures of himself in the mirror as he flexed those muscled arms of his. It had been hard for Pask to hide the blush on his cheeks, even though by now he was practically sure Forsy knew he felt attracted to him. The saber-tooth probably thought that about anyone he met, anyway.

Pask grabbed the pup mask and took a close look at it. It wasn’t definitely one of those cheap ones you buy in a fishy website whose name you’ve never heard before. Pask could tell just by its touch and smooth finish. No wonder Forsy was so proud of it – it must have been expensive. And still, he managed to forget it here. This guy is unreal.

It was then when Pask felt the strange impulse to put it on for the first time.

Sure, it was Forsy’s, but it wasn’t like the saber-tooth had shown to be against that idea. Pask doubted he’d even considered the possibility of someone putting it on, other than himself. He weighed the mask on his paw, hesitating.

Why, though?

Well, just to see if it looks good on you, he thought. Perhaps you’ll want to buy one at some point?

That considered, the question switched to ‘why not’? Sure, it might be a bit weird. He’d been thirsting like crazy over Forsy when he’d been wearing it the other day. But that had nothing to do with trying it on, right?

In the end, he decided it wasn’t such a big deal. Forsy wasn’t around and probably wouldn’t be in a few days. It was just a pup mask and he’d put it on only for a second. Pask slipped his head into it, feeling the firm touch of leather adjusting around his face, and slowly positioned it until it was properly aligned with his body. Then, he took a long look in the mirror.

The first thing he noticed was that it didn’t feel as weird as he’d expected. The second was that… Damn, he looked hot.

Or perhaps he only thought that because the image in the mirror reminded him of Forsy wearing the mask. Pask wasn’t entirely sure. Looking at himself, he couldn’t stop thinking of the saber-tooth, even though as a Tasmanian tiger the natural shape of his head was much more similar to that of the pup mask. He lifted a paw and moved a finger across the smooth surface, following the broad jawline. He then stroked those pointy canine ears and an unknown tingle of emotion went through his spine.

No, he did look hot. He wasn’t just imagining it.

And he looked a lot like Forsy, too. By simply staring at his reflection, Pask was reminded of the saber-tooth flexing in front of that same mirror, jokingly – or perhaps not as jokingly as Pask had thought back then – saying that the internet wasn’t ready for such a handsome stud. The Tasmanian tiger could feel that confidence surging inside him too, like a really pleasant kind of poison.

Unable to help himself, he lifted one of his arms and flexed.

He wasn’t as muscled as Forsy, as expected from someone who hadn’t been spending half his life in the gym. But the simple vision of seeing himself flexing in front of the mirror, the subtle curvature of his arm as it displayed its strength, the aura of confidence that he felt he exuded… It stirred up something unknown inside him. Something that made him feel really pleased and also…

… turned him on.

Pask shook his head. What? No, okay. That was a bit weird.

He took the pup mask off and left it on his dresser. Another glance at the mirror told him that he was blushing. Noticing how altered he’d become by the simple act of putting the pup mask on made him feel even more flustered. Don’t overthink it, he told himself. Go take a shower, call Forsy and then tell him to come and take it back. He can’t have all his stuff lying around where he pleases.

But when he stepped out of a nice, refreshing shower, he decided to make food instead. He then proceeded to ate as he watched a stream. When that was out of the way, he grabbed his bass guitar and played for a while. The day went on and the thought of calling Forsy never crossed his mind again. The saber-tooth’s pup mask remained on the dresser, right where Pask had left it.

Like he’d forgotten, or like he’d wanted to forget.

* * *

He was only reminded of it next day.

As a result of having a few days off, Pask was being slightly indolent. That explained all the clothes he’d been piling up for laundry – a situation he’d intended to fix the previous day before getting distracted by Forsy’s pup mask. The Tasmanian tiger managed to put the clothes in the washing machine and start a wash cycle this time, but the memory of the mask lingered on his mind for as long as he was doing that.

Had it really felt as good as he thought? There was no way putting that thing on could alter his perception of himself that much. Let alone turn him on. Perhaps this means I should start working out again, he told himself. If I want to look more like Forsy, that’s the fastest way to get there.

Did he want to look more like Forsy? Pask wasn’t entirely sure. However, he could still remember that pleasant tingle down his spine. The promise of feeling it again decided for him and he brought some dumbbells out of the closet where he’d abandoned them the last time he’d tried to exercise. He reminded the routines he’d looked up back then, so he didn’t even have to worry about that.

But something felt off.

It wasn’t like exercising didn’t feel good… It was just that Pask had expected it to feel much better. After seeing himself in the mirror the previous day, he’d imagined the same surge of confidence would wash over him when he began working out. However, it felt slightly disappointing.

Incomplete.

There was only one thing that was different and Pask knew what it was. He simply didn’t want to give into the impulse so soon, but he ended up picking Forsy’s pup mask up and holding it in front of his eyes. He regarded it silently – the broad jawline, pointy ears, empty eyes. That makes no sense, he insisted. It’s just a mask.

However, putting it on felt like unlocking something dark and forbidden inside him. Yes. This was what he’d needed to do. The soft caress of leather against his muzzle reminded him of the sensation he’d get when stretching after a long night of sleep. Every single muscle falling right into its proper place. Like his body was finally what it was supposed to be, ready to spring into action.

It was so intense that Pask felt slightly intimidated at first, but he forgot about it as soon as he started lifting one of the dumbbells and euphoria hit him like a train.

He was certain Forsy never felt intimidated by intense sensations, so why should he? If he wanted to get stronger – and the possibility that he didn’t want to get stronger had faded from his mind as soon as he’d put the pup mask on – then he had to ignore that. Focus on his confidence. Focus on his great body and how good he looked with the mask on, and how good he’d look once he’d trained for a while.

How good he’d look once he became more like Forsy.

Pask had never endured such a long workout session. He exercised in front of the mirror, taking good looks at his own reflection whenever he could – flexing his arms, flexing his back, smirking confidently under the mask. He only allowed himself to pause every now and then in order to drink a sip of water. Even then, he wouldn’t remove the mask. Fortunately, he could do it with the mask on. If he hadn’t been able to, he’d have found a straw.

Taking the pup mask off was out of the question. Not during his workout.

Not when he was getting stronger.

Then, after what simultaneously felt like an eternity and a single second, Pask stopped. His body was covered in sweat and he couldn’t stop panting. His muscles ached – but it was a good kind of pain. He’d never felt this exhilarated in a long time and he regarded himself in the mirror yet again, posing and taking a few pictures of himself. Then, when he was satisfied, he removed the pup hood and went back to reality.

At first, it took him a while to get used to the room around him. It was as if everything had sort of faded when he was wearing the pup mask. His mind was still swirling with horny and dominant thoughts, like post-workout afterglow, even though he was exhausted from so much physical work. Panting, his tongue lolling out, Pask decided to bask in it rather than worrying too much.

He removed his clothes, jerked off in a haze and then took a long, pleasant shower. After that, he lay on bed as he stared into the ceiling for a few minutes.

Should he tell Forsy that he’d left the pup mask there? His eyes moved to his mobile phone as he pondered the idea. Perhaps there was no need to let the saber-tooth know. After all, Forsy would visit at some point and then Pask would be able to give it to him in person. There was no need to rush things.

Wearing that pup mask was the best and strongest Pask had ever felt. No one could blame him for wanting it to last, right? His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed it was long after lunchtime. He stood up from his bed, made some food and then decided to spend the rest of the day thinking about it. He felt compelled to work out even more during the afternoon, but he reluctantly decided to let his body take a little break.

Despite that, he woke up all sore next morning. The Tasmanian tiger groaned a bit as he stretched his overworked muscles. Forsy’s pup mask looked back at him from the dresser placed right in front of his bed.

It was silly, but Pask could feel it… beckoning him.

It made no sense to think an inanimate garment like that could be exert such strong power over him, but for as long as he was drinking his morning coffee, Pask found it hard not to think about how good it felt when pressed against his face.

He finished his breakfast and decided to answer the call, just to get it out of his system. The touch of leather was perfect again as he held it in his paws, and only got better when he slipped his head into it. A relaxed sigh escaped Pask’s lips as his body relaxed momentarily, as if it’d just found the right position in a bath tub.

There he was again.

One flex of his bicep in front of the mirror was all he needed to get in the proper mood and remind himself that he was strong. He was dominant. He was just like Forsy.

The Tasmanian tiger spent the rest of the morning working out. Gruff groans filled the room as he lifted his weights, did his push-ups and followed a more intense routine than the one he’d practiced the day before. At the end of every set, he felt compelled to throw in a few extra reps. If it weren’t because it was impossible, Pask could almost feel Forsy’s presence behind him, grabbing his body, making it move again, forcing it to work out even harder. Like a tall shadow overlapping with his own figure until there was nothing else but a foreign silhouette engulfing him. Shaping him.

Pask only stopped when he was practically breathless and soaked in sweat. He ate something, took a shower and watched a stream with the dumbbells nearby. From time to time, he’d lift them a few times or stand up and do a few squats. His body moved absent-mindedly, like a puppet guided by invisible strings.

He only removed the pup-hood in three occasions. First, to have lunch. Second, to take a shower. Third, to eat some dinner. When he took it off at the end of the day, it almost felt like being pulled out of a dream… only to drift into an exhausted slumber.

The next day, he barely stopped working out. His muscles ached and burned at that point, but the need to get stronger filled every single corner of his mind. The rest of his thoughts seemed to have been pushed back into an unknown back room, deep within his brain. Pask simply performed tasks like the opposite of a robot, disregarding any logical connections that may guide him and letting his emotional impulses drive him forward. Simple ideas based on simple feelings echoed inside the empty space covered by the pup mask.

Stronger. More dominant. More like Forsy. More like Forsy.

He left the pup mask on this time as he jerked off and it felt so much better than the past few days. Jerking off without the pup mask on had felt like masturbating in a dream, sure, but more like an automatic thing to take care of, like a task to get rid of before going back to his workouts. When he was wearing the pup mask, it felt like part of the same thing.

This time he was about to pass out from the boundless pleasure crashing into his body like a tidal wave. As he stroked his cock in bed, taking a good look at the mirror positioned right in front of it, Pask couldn’t stop feeling like a stud. A beast. He turned himself on so much that he reached climax in a matter of minutes, shooting ropes of warm, sticky seed all over his chest and stomach.

He did it again at night, still with his pup mask on. The intense afterglow that followed and the physical exhaustion from the day pushed him into a heavy sleep. Pask only noticed he’d gone to sleep with the mask on when he woke up next morning. By then, he didn’t even consider taking off.

He got up and started working out, as commanded by the impulses filling body. And he did the same the day after that.

And the day after that. Everything became a blur around him and soon, before he could even notice, he was approaching the end of his week off.

* * *

It was in the morning of the last day that Forsy finally dropped by his house.

Pask hadn’t been expecting his visit and the ring of his doorbell caught him at the start of his workout session. The Tasmanian tiger was so out of it that he almost opened the door with the pup mask on, having already forgotten that he was wearing it. However, he managed to notice at the last moment and he turned away from the door, snapping out of the spell he’d been under for the past few days.

After hiding the precious garment in one of his drawers, Pask opened the door and was greeted by the imposing presence of Forsy.

“Hey there, tiggy,” the saber-tooth greeted him with a wide grin. “You don’t mind that I’m here, right? I was just passing through the neighborhood and thought I could pay you a visit.”

It took Pask a few seconds to come up with an answer. He’d been thinking about Forsy so much lately than having the real deal in front of him felt extremely disarming. The memory of him had been hovering over him, but there was a huge difference between that and his actual physical presence.

“Sure,” he ended up answering.

Smirking, Forsy walked in and headed for the kitchen. Pask couldn’t stop thinking about the pup mask. He’d considered handing it back to the saber-tooth, but now he wasn’t so sure. For starters, he wasn’t even one hundred percent certain that Forsy knew he’d lost it. Or at least he hadn’t even asked Pask if he’d seen it around. Sure, it wasn’t like he’d been super focused on his mobile phone for the past few days, but that was weird.

However, that was not the main reason why he didn’t feel like giving the pup mask back to Forsy. There was still another half of his mind, the one who’d been working out before the saber-tooth arrived, that was still insisting on the same idea. Get stronger. Get more dominant. Get more like Forsy. Even with his strong friend in front of him, the only thing that half of Pask’s mind wanted to do was keep on exercising. It was hard not to simply give into that impulse to resume working out, right there, right then.

Forsy took a glass and filled it with tap water. Then he took a glance at Pask.

“You look different,” he observed. “Have you been working out lately?”

“Yeah,” the answer came naturally to Pask’s lips.

“Hmm. That’s surprising. I remember you tried a few years ago and then stopped. And you didn’t mention wanting to start again when we met the other day.”

Pask tried to come up with an answer, but his thoughts felt slow. Heavy. He had been in autopilot for most of the week, and now he found it hard to go back into piloting his own brain again.

In the end, he simply shrugged. That, for some reason, seemed to amuse Forsy. He finished the glass of water in one gulp and winked an eye at the Tasmanian tiger.

“Why don’t we take a look in your room?”

My room? Why would he want to—

His thin train of thought was interrupted by the sudden realization. The mask. Forsy probably wanted to take it again. Could he…

Could he let him do that?

Pask shook his head. Something was clearly off. The mask was Forsy’s – of course he had the right to take it back. Then, why did he feel so protective all of a sudden? Why did he want to keep the pup mask for himself? Because it’s the best you’ve felt in a while and you deserve to keep feeling like that. However, he muttered a soft confirmation and followed the towering saber-tooth to his room.

In the end, he hadn’t tidied his place that much. And he hadn’t left in a while, so everything was sort of scattered around.

It quickly became apparent that Forsy knew something. Pask could tell by his expression. It was almost like the saber-tooth was hunting an imaginary prey – the knowing grin, the tense anticipation. Did he know he didn’t want to give the pup mask back? But if Forsy wanted him to return it, why hadn’t he asked for it? Pask’s mind was swirling with theories and thoughts that had nowhere to go as most of his brain’s functions had been dormant for the past days.

The only certain thing was that he wanted to work out and that Forsy was stopping him.

“What are you looking for,” the Tasmanian tiger asked, a bit of a snarl in his voice.

“Hmm. I wonder what, indeed.” Forsy turned to look at him. His eyes had been wandering all over the room’s furniture, as if trying to come up with the best place to hide something. “Oh, look. That’s a mirror.”

He put a strong arm behind Pask’s back and pushed him to his side until both were in front of it. The Tasmanian tiger was about to complain, but then he caught a glimpse of the reflection. Forsy by his side. It was so similar to the one he’d been fantasizing with for the past few days that words dried in his throat.

“You are getting stronger,” Forsy said with a chuckle. One of his big paws was lifted and came to rest on Pask’s head. The weight of it made the Tasmanian tiger think of something different. Something made of leather. “More like me.”

“Stronger,” Pask muttered.

Again, the word came automatically to his lips. His cheeks turned red, but only for an instant. He had no idea what was going on. The only thing he knew was that he wanted to…

“If I check all the drawers in that dresser,” Forsy asked then, pointing at the piece of furniture with a sharp smile, “will I maybe find something you’d really, really like to put on?”

“I…” Pask hesitated. His eyes were still fixed on the reflection. More like Forsy, more like Forsy. “I don’t know what… you mean…”

“Oh, but you do. Do you want to put your mask on again, tiggy?”

A sudden realization hit Pask’s mind. That was it, of course.

Forsy would have never left that mask in his house. No matter how simple bragging about his body so much could make him seem to other people, the saber-tooth wasn’t careless or absent-minded. Plus, there was an important question Pask hadn’t thought about until then.

How would Forsy ever forget something that made him look hotter?

It had all been part of the saber-tooth’s plan. Getting him in that state of mind. Making him work out.

For what reason? Pask still didn’t know. In fact, reaching that conclusion seemed to exhaust his mind like a candle being blown after a long, aggressive hurricane.

He answered automatically again.

“Yes…”

Forsy didn’t make him wait. He moved to the dresser, easily found the pup mask and held it in front of the Tasmanian tiger. It dangled teasingly from one of the saber-tooth’s claws.

Pask’s breathing became faster, sharper. His face got warm and fuzzy. Even his tail started wagging.

“Let me make sure, first. Do you really want to put the mask on, boy?”

“Yeees…”

“Heh. That’s what I thought.”

Being forced into the pup mask felt different. Good, but different. Pask almost felt his tongue lolling out as Forsy made sure it was placed properly around his head, then petted the top of it affectionately.

“Now, look into the mirror. What do you want to do?”

He knew the answer to that one. The fact that Forsy appeared by his side in the reflection didn’t change anything. It only made the feelings more intense.

“Get stronger. Get dominant. Get more like Forsy.”

“Lovely. That’s right, just like me. Say it again, boy.”

“Get stronger. Get dominant. Get more like Forsy.”

There was something immensely pleasant about how the mask dampened all the sounds coming from around him. Even that of his own voice. Even that of Forsy’s. It made him feel more into it. His own repetitions sounded like echoes coming from far away, reverberating deep within his skull.

“Let’s flex together then, tiggy.”

Pask did. His arm raised in unison with Forsy’s. The saber-tooth’s biceps was much bulkier, but so would be Pask’s, given some time.

“There’s still a long way to go, but you’ve got a good role model to guide you,” Forsy said as he patted his back. His touch felt reassuring. Conditioning. “So let’s work out together for now and maybe later I’ll have some extra fun with you, okay?”

Pask nodded eagerly. Yes. Fun. Whatever Forsy said.

As long as he could keep the pup mask on, of course.