Felix Katz Originals

It’s always nice to start out your day in full rubber and chastity. Today was gonna be a play day for us, and to get me in the right mood for the start, he’d put me in my rubber catsuit with attached gloves and socks and my hood last night before going to sleep. Locking on the hood means that I wouldn’t be able to take off my gear, and a chastity belt made sure that I couldn’t get off. When I woke up like this, my rubber skin felt completely natural … but having been in chastity all night meant that I was horny as hell already. What was going to happen today? After breakfast, he started me out by tying me spread-eagle to the bed. He took off my chastity belt, and I was rock-hard within seconds. He chuckled at my raging hard-on. “Did you notice anything tasting differently about your granola this morning? I slipped you some viagra … you’re gonna be hard all day. But I don’t want you to come … I just want you hard so I can use you as my toy.” He spread some anaesthetic cream on my dick...

I woke up to my boyfriend prodding me. “Hey, wake up, puppy. Open your mouth!” I sleepily opened my mouth and let him stick a piece of chocolate in there. I chewed and swallowed while I slowly came to. Everything felt kinda sluggish. I was lying on the bed in my rubber catsuit, and I was wearing a puppy hood. My hands were in rubber paw mitts. Oh yeah, I remembered. I was a dumb puppy. Just a stupid, dumb puppy. And the piece of weed chocolate that my boyfriend just fed me would add to the weed I’d had earlier, and would keep me stoned and stupid. I loved those days where I was just his stupid puppy. Where I had nothing to do but lie around, be stoned, and be played with. He’d tell me to get into my rubber in the morning, lock my puppy hood and paws on me, feed me some edibles, and give me a couple of hits of his weed pen to get me high while the edibles took effect. And I’d just sink into horny, dumb stupor. I hardly noticed the doorbell ringing. When the friend he’d invited ove...

It was a fairly normal encounter during fetish weekend: Two masters sitting at the bar and chatting, their subs on leashes behind them. In this case, one of them had a rubber gimp on his leash, hands chained behind its back, a gas mask with darkened lenses obscuring its features. The other one had a rubber puppy sitting at his feet, hands locked in rubber paws, and a plug tail protruding from its butt. Both subs were locked in stainless steel chastity belts. At one point, the master of the pup mentioned, “You know, my pup has always wondered what it’s like to be a gimp.” The other one replied “That’s funny, my gimp keeps telling me that it’s curious what it is like to be a pup.” They looked at each other. “Our boys are the same size, no?” – “You know that. We’ve borrowed gear from each other for them so many times.” – “So?” – “Let’s do it.” The subs had been oblivious to this exchange, lost in their little fetish world. They startled as they were simultaneously dragged to the darkr...

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...

Puppy did everything it could to make you proud. Puppy put on its rubber suit so it would have a shiny glossy latex skin for you. Puppy put on its hood with the waggly ears that you like best. Puppy put a gag in so it wouldn’t be too loud. Puppy also put its dick into its chastity belt. Puppy surrendered all its keys to you. You helped puppy into its paws so it wouldn’t get into trouble, and locked them on. Then came the hardest part. You were going to help puppy put its big puppy tail in. That took a long time! Puppy tried its best, but it needed lots and lots of lube and a lot of patience! But puppy is so lucky that you took the time, always putting it in a little bit further, taking it out, lubing it back up, and trying again. Puppy was close to giving up several times, but you encouraged it to try again and again. When the tail finally slid home, puppy let out a big sigh of relief. The big tail was always so hard to get in, but once it was in it made puppy feel amazing! Pup...

From the time I arrived at the cottage it took them about 15 minutes until they had me in gear: They had me put on my rubber catsuit and the dog hood, gagged me, locked my chastity belt on me, and put paws on me. Then they proceeded to lock everything on me – without the keys nobody would be able to free me from my gear. “Are you comfortable in your gear, puppy?” I nodded vigorously. “Good boy! Now, because you did so much work during our last fetish weekend, with you cooking all the time, we decided that this time you won’t have to work at all. You’ll just be our puppy for the weekend.” “And to remove all temptation to let you out of your gear, we’ll lock you in for the next 48 hours.” With that, he dropped the keys in a time lock safe, spun the dial, and pressed the lock button. The safe locked with a mechanical “whirr-click”. He showed me the display; it read “1 day, 23 hours, 59 minutes.” There was no way out for me for the next two days now. With the paws on I wouldn’t be ab...

One of them was leading the slave in the direction of the showers, while the other one grabbed me, “Hey, we’ve got something for you!” Uh-oh. What did they have in store for me? The slave had been in the 1.2mm thick MD-Latex suit for the whole day – the one that looked like a hazmat suit, with socks and gloves attached. And because that suit had water tight zippers and an attached gas mask, everything – sweat, and who knows what else – had stayed in the suit. They stood the slave in the shower cubicle and opened the zippers. The smell of stale sweat hit me immediately, and there was some piss mixed in with it as well. The slave looked pretty flushed and tired as he emerged from the suit, and happy to be out of his rubber prison. He extracted himself and they sent him off to have a shower. “OK, now it’s your turn!” they said while holding open the suit. What, they wanted me to get in there with the other guy’s sweat and everything still in there? Still, I wasn’t really in a position...

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...

I woke up with something hard and rubbery in my mouth. Blinking slowly, I discovered that I was in an unfamiliar hotel room … I was still wearing my rubber catsuit, and the hard and rubbery thing in my mouth was the gag of my dog hood. I could also feel my puppy tail still firmly lodged in my behind, and the chastity cage around my cock. What did I do last night? As I was wondering how I got here, someone stirred behind me, and a pleasant voice said “Ah, the puppy has finally woken up!” I turned around to a guy that I remembered from the club last night. I tried asking “Where am I?” but it all came out garbled around the gag and and sounded more like “whoo oo oo?” He put a finger on my nose, looked me in the eyes and said “Shh, puppy. Everything is all right.” The tone of his voice and his look shut me right up, and he continued explaining. “When you gave me your leash and the keys to your gear last night, you seemed to go really deep into puppy space – and you were having such a...

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...

If there’s one thing I know about J, it’s that he loves edging. He just loves making a guy squirm and pant and moan. It’s what makes him hard. And if the guy is in some kind of gear, so much the better. We’d never talked much about bondage or some of the other things I like, or set up any kind of “scene”. Sex with J had always just been relaxed fooling around, maybe getting into some gear. And I liked it a lot. But this time I wanted to try something new. So I told J to wait outside the bedroom for 30 minutes and then come in. If he didn’t like what he found there, he could just let me out, no hard feelings, no obligations, and we’d just hang out. But if he did like what he found, he could do whatever he wanted. He could also take whatever time or pace he wanted -- I knew I’d be comfortable like that for hours, so there was no need to hurry. And I was pretty sure he would like what he was going to see. Once inside the bedroom, I put a rubber sheet on the bed and gathered some s...

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 was taking F to the fetish club again tonight -- but this time I had a special treat planned for him. The guy has a total fetish for locks -- every single piece of his gear is lockable. His rubber catsuit has lockable zippers, his doggy hood has a lockable collar, his paws lock on, and of course his metal chastity belt locks on as well. He gets off on being locked in his gear and not being able to get out. So I had him get into it, took his keys and locked every single lock. For good measure, I told him to wear his plug tail as well, which locks onto his chastity belt, so he couldn’t take that one out either. I paraded him around the club for a while before handing his leash off to E and J, two good friends of ours. Unbeknownst to him, I’d made a deal with E and J: They’d take him home to their place, while I’d take the keys, so he’d have to stay in his gear till the next morning. I knew that being locked in and knowing that his keys were miles away would make him horny as hell. ...

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...