“You’ve just got such cute ears. I could just eat you up.”

Taiyo grimaced slightly. He flicked his tall, canine ears out of reflex. The Lovely Assistant relented slightly, then tried again. She put her gloved hand near his face. Taiyo sniffed slightly, and the pungent aroma of rubber and oil filled his nostrils and floated deep into his mind.

She was sitting on a chair, with Taiyo kneeling before her. She scooted closer, parting her thighs slightly and pressing his head very gently between her knees. His eyes sagged to the left. He was trying to avoid ‘eye contact.’ He couldn’t see her eyes through those dark lenses and that fearsome mask, but it made no difference. Looking at her geared up as she was made him tingle, and was trying to avoid giving away any sign of his mental state. He wanted to appear strong, regal, and proud - like the prince he was.

The Lovely Assistant stroke him gently around the ears again, scratching around the base and moving down to the top of his neck.

“Trust me. You are eminently nibble-able. All those gold markings on your fur make for such fine contrast.” Her hands punctuated her sentiment by gently stroking the flanks of his head, and then returning to scritch at his ears.

The double-doors to the room opened. Cold air flowed into Taiyo’s carpeted sitting room. It looked like a comfortable place for reading or relaxing, but the icy chill of the lab reminded Taiyo that it was anything but.

In case he needed reminding, he entered.

The Specialist’s heavy footfalls and thick boots were dampened by the carpet, but not by much. It was clear that the muscles sculpted into his suit were more than skin deep. He took a seat on a couch next to the Assistant. “How is he?”

She turned her head to him and spoke. She raised her head back slightly. “He’s fun. I’m just petting him.”

The Specialist turned to Taiyo. “He’s raw material, not your pet.”

“I know. He’s yours.” She said this with the sort of glee that made her eyes sparkle. At least, Taiyo imagined her eyes sparkling and grinning, but it was impossible to tell.

“Go grab the subject we were discussing. The cat can wait.”

She nodded, stood up, and strutted out of the sitting room. The Specialist turned to his captive.

“We’re going to get you fitted for your suit.”

Taiyo said nothing.

“Any preferences?”

The doors closed as the Assistant exited.

“Not even a snarky retort from the prince?”

“I have nothing to say to you. I’m not going to cooperate.” Taiyo was fairly sure he meant it, too. Since being captured the day prior, he’d been treated like a prisoner… but given what he’d seen of the other residents of this strange lab, he’d been treated quite well. Regardless, he was doing all that he could to avoid giving his captor what he wanted. He’d been passive, quiet, and utterly unimpressed with everything he’d seen since being so utterly captured and thrown into his room.

“I know you’re not,” he responded. “But we need to get you suited up for something more long-term.”

Taiyo continued to kneel. His eyes rolled to the right.

“Those capture pods are normally just temporary suits for transporting subjects. The little bead on your back is mostly there to monitor you. It lets me tell you how you’re doing without needing to ask. Helpful when you’re being obstinate.”

Taiyo sat up slightly. “I’m not interested in wearing any of your bizarre suits.”

The Specialist leaned forward, resting his head on one fist. “And why is that, princeling? What’s wrong with them?” His tone was so caustic and sarcastic that Taiyo could practically feel it burning his skin.

“All that weird latex and rubber is just not for me. It’s really tight, and not like a casual tunic or skirt. It clings against your skin.”

The Specialist rolled his fingers, making a ‘go on’ motion.

“You can’t suit me up like one of your assistants. I’m from the desert. I’m going sweat. I need more clothing, not less.”

“First of all, there’s only one Assistant, she is lovely. Second, you will wear my suit. All of my designs have temperature settings. Quite advanced. I’m going to prove it to you.”

The only sound for a few moments was the Specialist breathing until the doors opened back up. The Lovely Assistant was pushing a large cart. Contained atop it was a glass case with someone inside, and a series of machines below.

“You’re going to wear my suit, Taiyo. You’ll wear a more advanced version of the one this subject currently wears.”

Taiyo stood up. The thing atop the cart was a transparent case; a cube with rounded-off corners. The top was open, but the other five sides were all transparent and thick. Within it sat a cruelly bound figure. He was sitting on his rear, with his legs tucked against his chest and his arms clutching his legs. He was quite tightly bound in a rubber suit that bore all the same trademarks as The Specialist’s other projects. This one in particular featured a fitted hood with two clear lenses. A few life-support tubes ran from the subject to the exterior of the case. Three thick straps kept him packed up like this, clutching his knees helplessly.

The princeling pressed himself against the case. “Zuberi?”

The Specialist shrugged. “Maybe. I didn’t ask his name. He’s suited up, just like you will be. The difference is what’s going to happen to him. I have a wealthy client who wants a buff young plaything like this one, but the trip is rather long.” He waved his fingers and tilted his head slightly to accentuate his explanation. “Not quite certain how long. I need him safely packed up during transport, and I need to make sure nobody sees him. They might get suspicious if they find a rubberized young royal. They might come to rescue you. I have to make sure that never happens.”

The Assistant set the machinery on the trolley into motion. Zuberi’s case suddenly began filling with a gooey black liquid.

Zuberi reacted violently. He struggled left and right, rocking quite vigorously in an attempt to roll over the case. He didn’t even rock the cart, but he certainly tried. . The Specialist continued, not even commenting on his struggle.

“My gel will keep him quite comfy and contained during his trip. I could even seal him inside permanently.”

Zuberi must have been hearing the talk. The gooey black ichor continued to rise from the bottom of the glass case, going past his rear and ankles. He began to grunt and moan.

“Hmm-mmmmgh! Mmmmgh!” He stared at the mad doctor, but the masked jackal never turned from Taiyo.

When the gel passed above his waist and calves, his tone changed. Zuberi began thrusting his body forward. His moans became more and more higher pitched. The Lovely Assistant tapped on the case, showing the victim a remote control. She seemed joyous as she turned a dial, forcing his grunts into a fever pitch.

Taiyo stared at his friend in horror. “What’s going to happen to him?”

The gel passed his chest. He was slowed greatly, still thrusting, still begging. His eyes pleaded with Taiyo or the Assistant to do something - anything - as the slimy encasement neared his chin.

“I don’t care,” he responded.

When the rubbery goo reached his hooded head, his noises grew increasingly pathetic.

“Mmf-mmf. Mmm-ghmm.”

Taiyo tried to make out what he was getting at, but it was impossible. The noises became faint as the gel passed over his eyes and the top of his head. The Assistant placed a lid over the top of the box as it reached the lip, forming a perfect and unbroken black cube.

The Specialist slapped the top of the case. The prince winced slightly at the thought of the poor royal entombed within.

“Good. Send him away. I’m going to let Taiyo think about what he just saw. Prince… let me know how many more I need to seal up before you cooperate with your suit. We have a bit of business to attend to. I’ll see you tonight.”

The two exited, pushing the cart along with them and leaving Taiyo alone in his room. The doors closed and the temperature became comfortably warm.

 

 

 

Taiyo was quiet and compliant when the two returned. He was escorted down several winding halls until arriving at a clean room. For the first time since his arrival, he really was treated like royalty - relative to his situation. The pair made certain that he was clean and proper before they had him step into the suit. It was suspended by a few clamps in the air, and covering himself in it while standing was unusual.

First one leg, then the other; then he slipped his arms into the outstretched sleeves. He blushed as he felt his toes sliding into the suit, and felt his face warm as his manhood slipped into a similar sheath. Taiyo flexed his fingers slightly. The two stretched the suit closed, sealing snugly from his neck down and interlocking with the capture pod on his back.

“As I said before. You can remain completely coated indefinitely at a safe and desirable temperature. Any discomfort will be my doing. There is simply no escape from the rubber, prince. You must embrace it. You will come to love it.”

He tried to keep his breathing stable as the two showed him his hood. The thick, cloying rubber slipped over his face and moved down to mate with the suit’s neckline. Openings for his nose, mouth, and eyes allowed him to see and speak, but it completely covered his markings and fine fur. Plugs slipped deep into his ears, silencing the world around him for a moment until the sprang to life. He could hear fine - as long as the Specialist allowed it. A collar locked around his neck to keep the hood in place.

 

 

The Assistant ran something warm up his back. Taiyo didn’t realize that the heat was being used to seal him in.

Suited and sealed but still mobile, the Specialist and his Lovely Assistant luxuriated in his new look. When they’d made certain the prince was properly dressed, they rolled in a massive mirror. For the first time, Taiyo saw his appearance and gasped.

Being royalty meant that looking good was a social responsibility. To see and be seen was a moral truth, and to appear as a paragon of his kind was a virtue. Gold hair, dark fur, vibrant markings; all of this had been stripped away and hidden by the thick rubber gear he now wore. At best, the paws and suit had a vaguely canine appearance - the tall ears still gave away his outward appearance. But he couldn’t even see his mouth, and only the barest points of skin were visible.

“Observe yourself,” rumbled the Specialist. Taiyo heard something smacking, and saw the villain’s massive mouth open. His mask parted, letting him lick and smack his lips. It was a fearsome sight that thankfully distracted him from this strangely soft punishment.

“It’s a simple suit on the outside. It doesn’t stand out. It doesn’t catch the eye. It’s a dull gray. No hair to show off to the world.  No exotic markings to let everyone know that you deserve worship. No entourage, and certainly no royal retainers.”

He moved closer. One hand was on Taiyo’s shoulder, the other stroked his chin - then grabbed at it. He took the prince’s lower jaw in his firm, thick glove - stroking it with his thumb as he pulled.

“The only two who knew where you were are long gone to some buyer. I find it unlikely they’ll ever spoil where you are, even if they knew.” He moved his hand up to Taiyo’s eyes and tapped gently on the thick plastic lenses covering them. “I like seeing you emote. But don’t try to use those pathetic puppy-dog eyes on me. I’ll darken those lenses, leaving you as dull and empty-looking as my assistant here. Don’t make me do that. I want to see every second of fear and lust cross your face.”

Taiyo tried pulling away.

“All of this is to render you a perfectly anonymous pet. Be good now, pet. If you can be a good boy, I’ll make life very pleasant for you.”

Moving his powerful claw down to his collar, the doctor tugged a few times.

 

“If you’re trying to scare me, you’re failing miserably.” Taiyo hoped it was true. “If you think I’m to be your ‘pet,’ then you’re sorely mistaken. I’ll make sure that your trial is fair, and very, very publmmmfgh.”

“What’s that?”

His captor maneuvered in front of him, blocking his view of himself in the mirror. The only thing he could gaze at was him - his owner, his captor, tall and proud and cruel. “You just bought yourself three hours of silence. That hood and helm feature a number of inserts. If you talk too much, you’ll find a gag inflating. If you whine too much, you’ll find your air reduced. If you’re too needy, I’ll turn off your sight and sound and let you wander - horny, helpless, and without hope of escape.”

“Mmmnngh.”

“As much as I love gag-speak, pet, I’m not sure if you listened to me. If you’re good, I promise to be good to you.”

 

Taiyo pawed at his body. It was futile. He couldn’t get the mask off, he couldn't do anything with the collar. His paw-like hands lacked the manual dexterity needed to reach any of the controls on the walls, and he knew that both of his captors were far too physically powerful for him.

That was without even dealing with the suit. It was so thick - several millimeters - and being enclosed felt so unusual. Every time he moved, he continued to feel the suit perfectly tight against his skin. Tighter, sometimes, when he tried to stretch it.

 

The Assistant locked a cable leash to his collar, and locked that in turn to a hook on the ceiling. She explained with a perky glee that the leash would allow him a certain amount of movement and freedom in the lab and living areas, but he’d be tethered at all times to certain tracks. Escape was impossible, and breaking or damaging the leash would only incur further penalties. They left without saying goodbye, heading to some restricted portion of the compound to continue their inscrutable work.

Taiyo was on he knees in his quarters when they returned.

“How handsome!” squealed the Assistant. She raised one leg, clasping her hands together with delight. “He looks just like a little pup. I’m glad he’s yours. I’d hate for a nice young man like him to get lost outside.”

The prince could swear she was grinning beneath the mask. She left the two alone. His jackal captor seemed fairly pleased with the situation as well. He stared at his charge for a moment, fingering his leash with an almost nervous energy. “I have to know, prince… do you remember the first thing you pleasured yourself to?”

“I beg your pardon!?” Taiyo was indignant, but still knelt. The masked jackal leaned forward. His eyes glowed brighter.

“What was the first thing that excited you? What first brought you to climax, o young princeling?”

As the Specialist leaned forward, Taiyo leaned back. “Erhm…”

He tried to look away, but felt a very gentle tug on his leash. It wasn’t a forceful pull, just a reminder of his situation. “The first time. If you remember, of course.”

“I’ve just…”

Taiyo paused, stalling for time. He counted to three long seconds; the Specialist stood like a statue.

“I’ve never touched myself before.”

“Never?”

“It’s a practice of commoners. I’ve no reason to stoop to such depths as to masturbate.”

The large man huffed, the sound amplified by his heavy gas mask and suit. “Never…” It wasn’t a question. “No need. Pheh.”

Taiyo was slightly relieved when he leaned back on the couch and crossed his leg. “Of course not. Eh heh. Heh heh. You’d never need to resort to such base pleasures. Here I was, trying to be generous with you… trying to find out what sort of stimuli I could provide. That’s all right.”

He patted Taiyo on the head. “There there, pup. Us commoners still have ideas. Come with me.” He offered a hand, but Taiyo merely turned his head. A firmer tug on his leash was a bit more effective at motivating him to move.

 

 

 

The ‘playroom’ wasn’t ready, but another test chamber would work just fine. In fact, maybe better than fine; it was clear that the Specialist felt more comfortable telling himself that this lab was here for ‘testing’ and experimentation… even if the actual activities seemed somewhat unscientific.

At least he had the look down. Taiyo was strapped down to a gurney, and he was strapped down tight. A mirror on one wall gave the prince a decent view of what was happening, and the Specialist took cruel glee in describing each action as he did it. A pair of padded straps around his legs, keeping his ankles together and down against the gurney. Another around his waist, interfacing with a pair of padded cuffs around his wrists - and again, keeping him down flat on his back. Then, three more straps at this chest, waist, and knees. He felt like one of his ancestors being mummified for burial. To his shock, something about that thought and the growing bonds intrigued him.

 

“Nowhere to run now, pet. Nobody, not even the Assistant, to take mercy on you.”

Taiyo fidgeted, wiggling his toes. He could hear the gurney shake, but he couldn’t get any momentum. He was trapped like a rat. There was nothing he could do as the Specialist attached two tubes to his mask.

“Breathe deep, Prince. Don’t think. Just breathe. Focus on my voice and my hands.”

He ran those gloves hands down the prince’s body. He started at his helmeted and hooded head, massaging his ears and stroking at his mask. He couldn’t feel it behind the thick rubber, but he didn’t need to. The way he clutched him so tightly, with such dominance, made him reflexively swallow. There were new feelings he’d suppressed welling to the fore.

His hands massaged his collar, before he let one gloved claw settle atop his neck. He squeezed lightly, teasing at the nerves and erogenous areas that were (mostly) protected by the collar. His other hand traced down, going from his chest to his stomach and then his waist. With a single finger, he traced circles around the spherical bulge that packaged Taiyo’s manhood.

“No talking, Prince.” Taiyo felt his mouth fill, this time in a far more suggestively phallic shape. He struggled, trying to break away. The clicking and rumbling of the gurney grew louder for a few seconds as he tried to arch his back before the Specialist ‘kindly’ tightened his grip on his neck. Taiyo got the message and relaxed, but found himself starting to grunt.

“Mph.”

He was done circling his manhood. He unzipped the pouch and began to fondle him. Taiyo’s eyes went wide, breathing deeply of some strange gas he didn’t understand. The rubber was so tight and the straps so unyielding.

The villain backed off, moving his hands away again and sealing Taiyo back up. He strutted around the room for a few moments, his hands behind his back. At first, he thought that the Specialist was muttering to himself - but he was counting. Taiyo wriggled again. He was a prince. He wouldn’t be ignored. He wanted attention.

He got it. When he reached thirty seconds, Taiyo was ready and eager for more touches. The Specialist gave generously. His hands were so large and powerful. Grabbing at his chin, teasing his neck, rubbing over his stomach all made the prince feel small, weak, and utterly in another’s power. The tightness of the suit only made every second more tantalizing. He needed more, to the point that he was grunting with earnest and genuine pleasure when the Specialist finally returned to his manhood. Those gloved digits molested him with the precision of a machine, but the passion of a captor who’d waited many years for this.

He stopped, gently letting his hands slip away. Taiyo grunted, staring deeply at the doctor and flexing his hands. Go on, he thought. Why did you stop?

“I thought that such masturbatory pleasures were beneath you, O Royal Prince.”

Taiyo was silent for a moment. He shut his eyes, tried to shut out the feelings that coursed through his body. He failed. The gag deflated in his mouth. He spoke without realizing.

“M-more.”

“What was that?”

“Please. Please touch me again.”

“Say it again.”

“More. Please. D-don’t stop. I want your hands to k-keep touching me.”

 

The Specialist leaned over his prey. His right hand was behind his back, and he gently took the squirming submissive’s chin in his left.

 

“What is your name?”

 

“P-prince Taiyo.”

The jackal leaned in closer, narrowing his eyes. “Wrong. Try again.”

Taiyo couldn’t think. He could barely breathe. He wanted to buck, thrusting his cock and body forward, but he couldn’t. He mewled something incomprehensible.

The Specialist was now so close that Taiyo felt his heat. He practically radiated a powerful sensual dominance.

“Y-your pet.”

“Good boy.”

The captive felt his eyes shut and his mouth go slack as the jackal’s warm hands started back at his cock.