Felix Katz Originals

This story first appeared as part of Leash 2: Tales from the Dungeon , presented and illustrated by @SpacePupSilver . Get your copy in his online shop ! Like all stories in Leash 2 , it is based on a real event. I had a feeling that this was going to be a good party. All of my friends would be there, and I knew that I’d feel right at home. Ben had offered to take me there as my handler, and it’s always a good time with him. He knows what I like, and he just does it. I don’t even have to ask. And isn’t that the best thing in the world? Getting what you want, without needing to ask? I pulled on my rubber catsuit in the changing area of the club. I loved sliding into this face-entry suit – I had lubed it up liberally in advance, and once I’d wrestled the attached open-face hood over my hips and slid my arms into the suit, it closed around my neck with the most satisfying feeling. Ben helped me push all the air out of my arms and legs, making sure it felt like a literal second skin...

He’d been looking forward to the fetish weekend for a while, and he was determined to spend as much of it in rubber as possible. He only got this kind of opportunity once a year, and he was going to make it count! He put on his rubber for the first time on Friday morning. While his friends were getting up in the apartment they shared, he put on his catsuit with attached gloves and socks, and his puppy hood. This was going to be his outfit for the weekend! His handler locked up his collar and pocketed the key – without the key he would be able to take off neither his hood nor the catsuit. Looking into the mirror, he marvelled at the sleek black shiny rubber puppy that stared back at him. That puppy looked so good! He couldn’t really believe yet that this was him. Leaving the apartment for the first time was weird and scary. He felt extremely self conscious to be wearing nothing but skin tight rubber and a hood on the street. Being in his group of friends gave him some sense of se...

At this point I’d lost all sense of time – I was lost in my world of rubber and noise. I couldn’t tell whether he’d left me here 5 minutes or half an hour ago. It had started like a usual club night: I got into head-to-toe rubber, and he strapped my puppy gear on me: Paws, gag, chastity belt, and my puppy tail firmly lodged in my ass. This time he had something new for me: Before I put the hood on, he had me put on earbuds. This would block some of the outside noise, and allow him to feed me custom noise if he wanted to. Sometime during the night he told me to kneel next to a pillar. He leashed me to the pillar and told me that he wanted me to be a good pup and stay here for a little. He tied my paws together behind my back, and put a blindfold in place. While I was sitting there blind and helpless, suddenly white noise clicked on through the earbuds, drowning out all noise from the bar. Where previously I had been content to listen to the bustle around me, now I felt completely is...

Tonight I was E’s puppy again. Him taking me to the club as his puppy had become a somewhat regular occurrence. He’d have me put on my rubber catsuit, boots and knee pads, and then he’d put my doggy hood with the breathe-through gag on me, lock the collar, and put paws on my hands and lock them too. I’d spend the night on all fours at the end of his leash -- and sometimes he’d put in my plug tail as well. Tonight he’d also put me in my steel chastity belt, so my dick was well and truly locked away. It was a win-win situation for both of us: I got a couple of hours of doggy time in, being at the end of a leash, sometimes leashed to a hook or put in a cage. And he got a doggy to drag around the club, I helped him pick up hot guys, and if he didn’t find anybody to play with that night he could always play with me. I was sitting on the ground next to him while he was chatting with some guys at the bar, his hand holding the leash and resting on my head, slowly stroking me behind the e...

They were having their big annual rubber night at the fetish club again, and E told me that they needed some decoration for the party -- something to make the place seem a little more edgy and put people in the right mood. He knows my liking for long-term bondage and bondage in public, so I was his first choice. He told me to arrive at his place around 8 on the day of the party and bring my rubber gear. When I arrived there were a half dozen guys already present waiting for me. He led me to his garage and showed me what he had in mind: He’d taken a big 1m x 2m board of wood and covered it with upholstery form. On top of the foam he’d put a layer of vinyl. The idea was that they’d attach me to the board, transport me to the fetish club, put me on display for the whole night, and then take me home again. Since the whole process would be faster with more people, and since the board with me attached would also be pretty heavy to move, he’d gotten a couple of friends to help. At E’s c...

I’d never been to this fetish club before -- but one peculiar piece of decoration immediately caught my eye: On a short plinth next to the dance floor stood a glossy black statue. It was lit in blue light from below, slowly pulsating, throwing its spread out legs and outstretched arms into relief. Its proportions were strangely brutish, as if the sculptor had taken an ordinary human form and just inflated it by 10%, losing all detail in the process. Blotchy fingers were fused together, the face was one blank area with just the smallest indication of a nose and a mouth. I walked around the statue several times, admiring it. On a closer look however I noticed a tiny seam running down both sides of it. It was really hard to notice, especially in the dim light of the club. And looking more closely, I saw small holes dotted along the seam. There was a seam around the crotch area with its strangely bloated cock as well, with the same kinds of holes. Intrigued, I asked one of the regulars...

I’d been in my rubber doggy gear for a couple of hours now -- full body catsuit with everything attached, doggy hood with a built-in gag, kneepads, paws, the full monty. My friend M had locked me into my gear at the beginning of the fetish party, making sure I couldn’t get out of any of it on my own. He’d even insisted I wear my metal chastity belt, which held in my plug tail. He’d led me round the party by my leash, and I’d gotten lots of attention from the other guys -- rubbing me all over, cuddling me and telling me I was a good boy. They couldn’t do much more with me since my dick was locked away and all my holes were filled, but I loved it anyway. After a while M passed my leash on to J and E while he went to the darkroom to have some fun of his own. I didn’t mind -- J and E hung out at the bar, I sat at their feet, people passed by and petted me, and I was in a nicely complacent doggy mood. I even dozed off briefly leaning against J’s leg. But now I noticed the place gettin...