Suffering in Fursuit

It was fun watching the wolf stumble around on the convention floor, padding around unsteadily, peering into the distance. People came up to him and hugged him, draped his arms around them, and took pictures with him. It was a very cute suit too, with big ears and big eyes, and huge plushy paws that couldn’t grasp anything.

Not that the wolf could grasp anything. His hands were in bondage mittens under the paws, which made it impossible to hold on to anything.

Occasionally someone would try to talk with the wolf. The fursuit only answered with nods or gestures. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have replied.

Every once in a while the fursuit twitched and twisted. People thought it was funny to see the wolf cavort around. Not that it was under his control – electric currents prompted the twitching, and he could not do anything to stop it.

Getting the occupant into the fursuit had been a bit of work. But watching him now, cute from the outside, but helpless and suffering inside the suit, made it fully worth it.

The first step had been to lock his dick in a metal chastity cage. To make it extra nasty, the chastity cage had a metal urethra tube that extended behind the ring. Not only would this make the device extra uncomfortable and prevent it from slipping out – it would also allow to deliver electric shocks directly to the inside of his cock.

A metal butt plug followed. Together with the one on the chastity cage, the electric leads from the butt plug would complete the circuit and shock him right through his prostate. They were attached to a remote controlled e-stim unit. A couple of test shocks made him cringe and twitch. The unit was working well and had enough battery power for many, many hours of shocks.

Then he was put into a rubber catsuit. The suit had no zippers and attached gloves and socks. Whatever the occupant produced – sweat, pee, … – would stay in the rubber suit and not leak out. Only the leads from the butt plug and the chastity cage went outside the suit.

An anatomic hood followed. It was a special design with long nostril tubes, tinted lenses and a mouth insert. When the lubed up nostril tubes were slid up his nostrils, the occupant winced, and his eyes started to water. But the mouth insert stopped all complaints, and soon the zipper of the hood was zipped shut and locked. You could hardly see the watering, pleading eyes behind the tinted lenses anymore.

The last piece remaining were the bondage mittens, which went over the rubber gloves. The remote controlled e-stim unit was attached to a belt, and with that he was ready to be put in the fursuit.

His legs were put in the oversized fursuit paws, the suit pulled up his waist, hiding the shiny rubber suit. His useless mittened hands inserted into the big forepaws of the suit, and the suit was zipped up fully. Next the fursuit’s head was put on over the latex hood, hiding the faceless gimp underneath. The tinted lenses in combination with the fursuit head ensured that the vision inside the suit was virtually nil. The head was zipped onto the body suit, and all the zippers secured with a padlock. Even if he found someone to let him out of the suit, they wouldn’t be able to without destroying the suit. 

Thanks to the rubber suit underneath, the fursuit would stay clean and dry on the outside. The people that cuddled this fursuit would not have to deal with moist fur or a stink of stale sweat.

No such comfort for the occupant of the suit. Stuck inside the rubber, he would be steeping in his own sweat … and pee, if it came to that. Covered in rubber inside a hot stuffy fursuit, he’d be suffering especially from the heat. Hardly being able to see, he’d stumble around in the oversized paws. The nostril tubes and the urethra tube added to his discomfort. Periodic electro shocks went through his urethra and his ass and made him wince.

He was put outside of the hotel room door. “Don’t try to find us. We’ll find you when we think you’ve had enough.” The door was closed behind him, and he was stuck outside on the hotel floor. He had nowhere to go, nobody could release him from his suit, and his dick and ass were locked away and filled, with electro shocks making him twitch and twist.

Of course, whoever saw him on the hotel floor did not see a suffering shocked rubber gimp in chastity. They only saw a cute fluffy wolf and had no idea what was going on underneath. They would come up to him and hug him and cuddle him, oblivious to the suffering.

He slowly walked towards the lobby floor. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he marveled at the cuteness of the suit. At the same time, he was getting more and more uncomfortable, the sweat was pouring and he had no idea how long he would be stuck like this … oh god, they’d just increased the level of the electro shocks. Hnnnggg… This was going to be a tough outing for the gimp inside the cute wolf.