The Tales of Fang Yahzu
Episode 3: A New Client
"You guys did WHAT?!"
"Oh come on Cress. What better way is there to celebrate your 18th birthday?"
Cress the Salandit and two of his friends, Snow the Froslass and Yuri the Weavile, were three anthros sitting together at their usual place, which was the treehouse the three of them used since they were kids.
Cress, being the youngest, had just turned 18 today. After the regular party, Snow and Yuri had wanted to talk to him at the treehouse, where they had revealed a more… unorthodox gift that they had for him.
"You guys are crazy. I know I confided you two of my… interests… but you really scheduled me an appointment with a Dom?!"
Snow laughed a playful and mischievous laugh, as she was prone to doing. "Don't tell us you're turning it down. We went through a lot of trouble to get this all set up, and besides… you've spilled those fantasies of yours to us. Why not make them a reality now that you're legally an adult?~"
"And not just any Dom." Yuri continued, nodding his head. "Fang Yahzu. You're getting one of the best."
A question mark practically popped out of Cress's head. "Fang Yahzu? I can't say I've heard the name."
"He's a bit more under-the-radar compared to more public Doms, but he's there and available if you know just where to look." Yuri smirked.
"And you know where to look because…?" Cress questioned.
"That's an answer for another day."
Cress gulped. He had to admit, this was basically a wild fantasy he had that he thought wouldn't come to fruition. Or at least… not so soon. Meeting with an actual Dom? Subject to being underneath his control? Forced into thick rubber and tight bondage? This was his fantasies come true. And… it would be rather rude to turn it down after his friends went to all of this trouble.
"So uh… when's the appointment?" Cress blushed, now on board with this idea.
"7:00pm. Tonight. Here's the address." Snow smiled, handing Cress a slip of paper with an address and direction to it written down on it.
Cress's heartbeat quickened as he took the slip of paper. "Oh boy… I… I hope I'm ready for this…"
6:55pm. That was the time when the Salandit drove up to Fang's house, his appointment set up. He wasn't dressed in much more than a casual T-shirt and jeans. Not like he had any fetish gear himself. But… Fang could probably take care of that.
He gulped nervously as he approached the door to his Dom's house. Nervous but… excited. He was truly going to live his fantasy.
Cress rang the doorbell, not sure what to expect as he waited. Would he be dressed in thick rubber ready to go ASAP? Would he have a collar that read 'SLAVE' and he'd be forced to wear it for their entire session? The thoughts were already making him quite aroused, blushing again in embarrassment as his arousal was a bit obvious with the tighter jeans he wore.
Perhaps it came as a bit of a surprise then, when an elderly and rather friendly-looking anthro Drampa answered the door. Dressed in a Chinese Hanfu, there wasn't even the smallest hint that this guy was a Dom. This… confused Cress a bit. A Drampa? An old guy? He… had the correct address, right? Were his friends pulling a prank on him?
The Drampa smiled softly. "You must be Cress."
The Salandit gasped. So this really WAS the guy…
"18th birthday, huh? Congratulations on becoming a legal adult."
Cress looked away shyly. "U-Umm… thank you. Do you need your payment now or…?"
The Drampa shook his head. "No worries. Your friends already paid in full. For one entire night, you'll belong to me."
The Drampa's soft smile turned into a slightly mischievous smirk as he spoke that. This… Cress knew that he was in for the experience of a lifetime.
"Come on inside. I'd like to lay down some ground rules with you first."
"…Ground rules?"
"…Looks like I've got some explaining to do."
The older Drampa had treated Cress to some food. Nothing too heavy before the bondage session, just a light dinner with a salad. Cress took his last bite of the salad as the Drampa started to explain.
"Now, in case your friends decided not to tell you of my name for whatever reason, my name is Fang Yahzu. I'm mostly an artist and teacher, but do some part-time side-work as a Dom." The Drampa introduced himself.
Cress nodded. "P-P-Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yahzu. I'm Cress… and this is… sort of my first time."
"I'm well aware. That's why I want to go through the ground rules with you. Especially since you're pretty new to all of this."
"Ground rules? Like what?" the adult Salandit asked.
"Well, the rules are pretty simple, but they are things I need to lay out if I'm going to satisfy you. First off, if at any time things are uncomfortably, you're scared, or if you just want to stop, all you need to do is speak 'Code Red'. That is what's known as a safe word. If you say that, I will yield and stop immediately, absolutely no questions asked."
"Like, if I wanted to get out?"
"Or if it's all just too much to handle. It's happened before, new people that just turned 18 coming in and getting in over their head. That's why a safe word exists. No good Dom functions without one. But as for you… if I'm going to make this a night to remember for you, I need to know your turn-ons as well as your turn-offs. Your fetishes and dislikes, in other words."
Cress blushed. "R-Right… my fetishes… well, I'm super big into rubber. And I… like the idea of being a strong Dom's helpless plaything… in thick rubber and strong bondage… A-aside from just rubber and bondage, I like the idea of sensory deprivation. I've tried a crude form of it at home with a blindfold and noise-cancelling headphones, and it's… really a turn-on."
Fang laughed. "Reminds me of back in the early 70s, when I was just a young teenager. It was a pretty conservative time back then, and I had no clue when BDSM even was. I just liked tying myself up with some rope in a chair when the parents were out of the house. Had a blindfold, but the best thing I had for tuning out noise was stuffing my ears with toilet paper."
"You were a teenager in the early 70s? …Arceus, my Dom is older than my parents."
"Old enough to be your grandfather, sonny." Fang chuckled with a playful tone. "But as for your dislikes? Anything that would pretty much just turn you off?"
The Salandit thought about it. "Umm… I think I like some mild pain to a degree… but not like 'torture me to death' pain. Hmm… off the bat, I don't really like… anything with… let's just say, waste functions of the body."
"Yeah… bodily functions. Those are pretty niche, but I don't deal with those. No worries." The Drampa affirmed. "On a side note… how do you feel about chastity?~"
Cress could see that Fang got a mischievous smirk on his face as he said that. The moment the Drampa had said the word 'chastity', his bulge throbbed. "I've… never tried it, sir. But it sounds appealing. I'm open for it."
"Alright, I'll see how you take to that. Also, one last question. Do you want to work up to the more intense stuff, or do you want to go straight into it? You ARE new at this, so I wanted to ask."
"Throw me straight into the deep end."
Fang raised an eyebrow. "Are you certain that…?"
"Yes." Cress answered firmly. "I've wanted this for a long time, Sir. Like… give me the super thick rubber and tight bondage. I want to be at your total mercy."
Fang nodded. "Very well, then. Follow me. We'll go to the dungeon and get you dressed."
Cress followed after Fang, heading down into the basement dungeon with him. Many of the toys down there were strange devices he had never seen, but gave him a shiver of excitement. He didn't know where his Dom would even start, and that aroused him to no end.
Fang went to a drawer on the side of the room, pulling out a smaller sized latex suit. The material was moderately thick, not skin-tight but not ultra-bulky either. Perfect for a smaller sized Pokémon that still wanted a bit of heft to their suit. And Cress could not hide his raging boner as Fang came back with it.
"This suit is pretty simple. Moderate thickness, just about your size, no extra tech. A good one for a first-timer." Fang smiled, handing it off to the Salandit. "But before you change into that…"
Fang also handed off a medium-sized metal device, clearly designed to be secured around a male's groin. "That chastity device goes on first."
Cress blushed. "Y-You want me to change into this? R-Right now?"
"Right now, slave." Fang ordered.
Cress nodded eagerly, taking the device first… before realizing that he'd have to strip off his clothes… but Fang was already turned around.
"Don't worry, I promise not to peek."
Breathing a sigh of relief, the Salandit stripped himself down to the naked flesh… and with shaky hands, secured the chastity device on. The device itself already forced Cress's raging boner to disappear, leaving him unable to harden again.
"D-Done, Sir…"
Fang turned around to see the young Salandit still blushing, though his privates were at least modestly concealed by the chastity device. The older Dom just smiled, handing the suit off to Cress. Just as eagerly as before, Cress shakily got himself into the rubber suit with some help from his Dom this time. He was so eager about what was to come that his bulge pleaded to be released from its' metal prison.
"I… I've never been so horny, Sir…" Cress blushed. "T-This is going to be amazing, isn't it?"
"Indeed it will, slave." Fang acknowledged. Just being called a 'slave' got Cress uncontrollably aroused.
"W-Where do we start? Y-You know me, I want to jump straight into the deep end!"
Fang nodded, before looking around the room, getting some mischievous ideas still. "Now, when you say deep end, are we talking '5 feet', '8 feet' or bigger?"
"Ocean deep, Sir!" Cress eagerly informed his Sir.
"Very well. I have an idea, but I warn you. If you accept, you won't be able to back out until the night is over. You will be fine and no harm will come to you, but you might find it a little scary."
"Bring it on, Sir! I-I want the most intense experience you can deliver to me!"
"…Understood. Sit down in that chair." Fang instructed, motioning over to a thick and rubbery bondage chair. Cress happily plopped himself down onto it… before mechanical restraints held the Salandit in place, denying him the ability to get out now. And he totally loved this.
Cress was so distracted by the squeaking he could make in the thick rubbery chair that he didn't notice Fang briefly leave… and come back with a heavy rubber gas mask. At least until Fang was only a few feet from Cress.
"W-What's that, Sir?~" he wondered. Fang didn't answer the question at the rubber gas mask was strapped onto Cress's head, blinding and deafening Cress to the outside world, as well as giving his nostrils a heavy aroma of rubber. He had no idea what awaited him, as he was eager to face whatever his Dom had in mind.
"YOU ARE A RUBBER DRONE." spoke a loud, masculine and intimidating voice into his ears. The gas mask seemed to be fitted with some sort of earbuds.
"W-W-What?" Cress muffled into the gas mask, clueless as to what was happening. "D-Drone?"
"YOU ARE A RUBBER DRONE." it repeated. "OBEDIENT, MINDLESS, PERFECT. A DRONE'S ONLY PURPOSE IS TO OBEY ITS' MASTER."
"D-Drone…" Cress gulped, bulge trying to throb underneath the chastity. He had wanted to be Master Yahzu's plaything for the night… and he was going to get exactly what he wanted. "I-I'm going to be a… D-Drone?~"
"YOU WILL BECOME A RUBBER DRONE. A RUBBER GIMP. YOU WILL BE TRAINED TO BE A RUBBER SLAVE. TRAINED TO BE SUBMISSIVE. TRAINED TO BE HORNY, CHASTISED, AND NEEDY."
Vibrators within the chastity belt turned on, making Cress into a moaning mess.
"Ohhhh… ahhh.. P-Please… L-LET ME CUM!~"
"NEGATIVE. DRONE IS NOT ALLOWED TO CUM. DRONE HAS NO AUTHORIZATION TO CUM AND WILL NEVER HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO CUM."
"N-Never?!~" he screamed out, thrusting out his bulge repeatedly, bound as he was in the chair.
"DRONE DOES NOT NEED TO CUM. DRONE DERIVES PLEASURE FROM COMPLETING ITS' DRONE TRAINING. DRONE TAKES PLEASURE FROM BEING A GOOD DRONE."
"P-Please! M-Make it stop! I can't take it! I have to cum! I have to, I have to, I have to I have to!"
"NEGATIVE. IT WILL NOT STOP. DRONE HAS AUTHORIZED SUBMISSION TO MASTER YAHZU. IT WILL UNDERGO ITS' MANDATORY PROGRAMMING FOR ITS' MASTER."
Cress sobbed out, needing relief so badly. Relief that he would not receive. "NOOOO-HO-HOOOOO!~"
"BEGINNING PROGRAMMING."
Cress squirms and tries to close his eyes as a video is displayed through the gas mask… but he finds that he can't look away from the arousing sight.
It was a male Salandit, just like him… or maybe it WAS him? Covered in thick inflatable rubber, the rubber so thick as to be completely unbreakable. It formed the shape of a suit with a Salandit's features, but with the pungent aroma of a Salazzle's pheromones emitting from the suit… and what Cress now started to smell.
Cress moaned deeply as he took in the combined scent of rubber and a Salazzle's pheromones. An incredibly powerful combination that removed all of his awareness and spiked his arousal and lust to the maximum level. He repeatedly humped against the air in the chair he was in, desperate for even the smallest bit of pleasure.
"THIS IS A SALANDIT DRONE SUIT. YOU WANT TO BE IN THE SALANDIT DRONE SUIT. IT GIVES YOU THE SMELL OF RUBBER AND THE SCENT OF SALAZZLE. YOU WANT TO BE TRAPPED AND ENCLOSED IN IT, STILL UNABLE TO CUM AS YOU ARE A DRONE. BECAUSE BEING IN THERE MAKES MASTER HAPPY, WHICH GIVES DRONE EVEN MORE PLEASURE THAN CUM. DRONE NO LONGER NEEDS CUM."
Cress screamed out. "NO! Drone no longer needs cum! It doesn't want to cum anymore! Never let Drone cum! Just the pleasure and rubber and scent and suit and ARCEUS, DRONE NEEDS IT SO BADLY!"
"DRONE HAS NOT EARNED THE PRIVILEGE OF THE SALANDIT DRONE SUIT. IT MUST EARN THAT PRIVILEGE FIRST!"
"Anything!" Drone pleaded. "Anything for that Drone Suit!"
"CONTINUING PROGRAMMING… BEGINNING AUDIO HYPNOSIS…"
Drone groaned out, not knowing what 'audio hypnosis' was… until words started to shout out from the gas mask and into his absorbent brain.
"GIMP DOES NOT CUM. DRONE DOES NOT CUM. DRONE IS DRONE AND IS WORTH NOTHING. DRONE LOVES RUBBER AND BONDAGE. DRONE AND GIMP WANTS TO BE IN RUBBER FOREVER. DRONE WISHES TO BE SEALED FOREVER IN RUBBER. OBEDIENCE TO MASTER. OBEDIENCE TO MASTER. OBEY MASTER BY NOT CUMMING. GIMP DRONE IS ALWAYS IN CHASTITY. DRONE GIMP IS ALWAYS HORNY. SALANDIT DRONE LOVES ITS' SALANDIT DRONE SUIT. SALANDIT DRONE NEVER WANTS TO LEAVE ITS' SALANDIT DRONE SUIT. GIMP DOES NOT CUM. DRONE DOES NOT CUM. DRONE IS DRONE AND IS WORTH NOTHING. DRONE LOVES RUBBER AND BONDAGE. DRONE AND GIMP WANTS TO BE IN RUBBER FOREVER. DRONE WISHES TO BE SEALED FOREVER IN RUBBER. OBEDIENCE TO MASTER. OBEDIENCE TO MASTER. OBEY MASTER BY NOT CUMMING. GIMP DRONE IS ALWAYS IN CHASTITY. DRONE GIMP IS ALWAYS HORNY. SALANDIT DRONE LOVES ITS' SALANDIT DRONE SUIT. SALANDIT DRONE NEVER WANTS TO LEAVE ITS' SALANDIT DRONE SUIT. STAY IN RUBBER FOREVER. SUBMIT TO MASTER. NEVER CUM. ALWAYS HORNY. STAY IN RUBBER FOREVER. SUBMIT TO MASTER. NEVER CUM. ALWAYS HORNY. STAY IN RUBBER FOREVER. SUBMIT TO MASTER. NEVER CUM. ALWAYS HORNY. SALANDIT DRONE WILL BREAK. BREAK! BREAK! BREAK!"
Cress shouts and moans out, losing his very mind to the programming as the suit starts to grope deeply at his nipples, ass, and bulge, his mind letting down all defenses.
"BREAK! BREAK! BREAK! NO WILL! NO MIND! NO CUM! FOREVER IN RUBBER! FOREVER HORNY! OBEDIENT TO MASTER!" the Salandit Drone chants, leaving his mind behind as it shudders from the powerful groping. Cress was gone. Just 'Salandit Drone' was there now.
"PLEASE! SALANDIT DRONE MUST HAVE SALANDIT DRONE SUIT! BE IN RUBBER AND HORNY AND OBEDIENT TO MASTER YAHZU!"
Fang chuckled as he saw Cress submit so completely and totally. Or rather, Salandit Drone. That's all he was now. That's all he'd still be in the Salandit Drone Suit as well. But he'd let the mind of the 'Drone' recover from the intense experience when he released him tomorrow.
After all, having a repeat customer wouldn't be so bad.
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