Chris didn't waste a second, and stooped down to the rubberpup once known as Dire. Gently petting that rubber coating from head to stiffened tail, "My my, you really are trapped in there, aren't you?" Chris noticed that Dire appeared to have lost his upper arms, and upper legs, left with large stumps of sorts. Chris slowly checked the undercarriage, and gave a soft chuckle, "Oh, so you ARE happy to see me." he was unaware of the cockrings, and the quick glance didn't offer him the opportunity to see such devious devices. Chris gave a small smirk, and fiddled with something on top of Dires' head, which lead to the oversized canine being slipped into utter blackness, an attached blindfold that was at one point - Left raised up. "I think you'll enjoy the mystery more, huh? Now what's this.." things went quiet for a moment, Dire wagging his stiffened black tail, and gently rocking his hips in anticipation. Something was placed on Dires' back, and before he knew it, something long, hard, and delicious was slipped into his O-ringed maw, "Hold that, while I read this over." That fixed-open jaw was filled with hot canine cock, pushed right down into his latex-clad throat, and Dires' tongue was forced to bathe the dog meat with his tongue, but it didn't seem to bother the rubberwolf a bit. Dire shifted some at first, but settled in as Chris seemed to be reading something over, probably the booklet - There was no alert of any sort, to tell either of them that Chris was the registered Owner, but after a few pages of reading, Chris figured it out. 

"This is quite an interesting...suit." he mumbled down to Dire, "How did you even get in it by yourself? And where's the zipper?" since this level and sort of technology was quite rare, the price reflected who would actually need to use it - Astronauts, deep-sea divers, and the like. Of course, once acquired by an adult-toy company; it was simply a matter of tweaking its usage from simple, 100%-air-tight sealed suits, to all levels of complex bondage outfits and gimp suits. As Chris got deeper into the pamphlet, he started to realize what all Dire has gotten himself in to, and the new rubbertoy was completely at his disposal, as he was the DNA-registered owner.  "So you sorta set me up, to be your Owner, huh? Didn't even ask me." Chris didn't sound the least bit tiffed, and slowly began to saw his cock in and out of that forced-open mouth. "And you're bound like this, until I say otherwise." he smirked. "And even then, if I do let you out of this position, you'll still be my rubber-doggy-slave." Dire tried making a few apologetic noises, but they were blocked by a large dick, and muted by all the latex around his mouth and throat. These attempts were felt, and Chris increased the pace of which he was thrusting, going from tip to base at a moderate pace. "Which is perfect, because I've been wanting to make you mine. I was thinking we could be boyfriends, but I didn't want to limit your sexual practices...Now though, you won't have much choice in the matter, and if you thought you got a lot of poon before..." Chris pulled out slowly, and drew two symbols right between Dires' ears. The eye area heated up first, and while it didn't appear to change for Dire; the suit was actually absorbing the blindfold, so it could no longer be removed, and then the ring once holding his jaws open, began to transform. Latex stretching deep into his maw, and coming to a point - The latex closed over Dires' mouth too, and kept the nose-hole open, but what was formed inside his maw, out of the previous O-ring, was an equally large rubber cock, stretching out his jaws once more; a penis shaped exactly like Chris's. The suit had a knack for replicating sizes, shapes, and textures. "I think I'll move in with you, since, you know - You'll no longer be using anything in here, except the bathroom." Chris took to being the Dominant quite well; something Dire really didn't foresee, through all the times they've had sex. It was always mutual, and they'd take turns taking each other, but this...this was moving too fast! Dire had hoped for a good kinky romp, not a brand new room-mate, and Master all-in-one. "Don't worry though-" Chris spoke as he moved around behind Dire. "-You'll still get all the sex, and more, then you could ever want. I also see that you chose to forbid yourself from cumming too." Something was bumping up against Dires' open backdoor, and a firm hand gripped his well-hung tool, giving quick strokes. "Probably not the greatest choice, but you'll have to live with that too!" A quick symbol was drawn across his back as Chris read over the booklet, but no immediate change seemed to occur to either of them.

Putting the book off to the side for now, left open to a page that'll be used next, Chris began to squirt some lube onto his well-aroused cock, and wasted no time pushing into Dires' loosened tail-hole All the stretching and plugs from earlier made sliding in, a breeze. Chris didn't just thrust in, but really put himself on top of the bound-up toy, like a real wolf mounting, and started to firmly ram himself into Dires' ass. More focused on making it clear that he was the dominant, Chris held back his full strength to let the poor rubberwolf adjust, rocking his hips as he slammed himself in and rapidly pulling out on contact. Again and again with metronome-strike precision; Dire was huffing and panting through his nose holes, squirming and moaning into his penis-gag; the added squeeze and jerking off of his manhood at the same time just drove him crazy. Something did surprise him though, whenever he even lightly suckled or bit down onto the faux cock, it squirted something tasty - His own juices! The suit wasn't just purely absorbent, but with this little add-on, it could recycle what it absorbed for added humiliation. That hand danced across Dires' cock, feeling up every inch as it beat him off - Careful of the tight bands that locked it down, but otherwise having a (blue) ball! Giving a groan, and leaning forward to whisper into Dires' ear, "I...think that's enough playtime, puppy." Chris kicked it into gear, and went from long, firm strokes, to rapid hip pounding. The sound of bare loins slapping against thin-yet-complex latex was better than any album he has heard, and he certainly liked this band - A lot. The layer of latex did nothing to really lower the sensitivity of Dires' abused tail-hole, nor the latex wrapped around his cock - If anything, it may have enhanced the sense of touch, and pleasure. Groaning as he kept up a fast, hard pace, Chris moved back into a more classic position, and with Dire trapped on all fours - It was only perfect for Chris to grab those rubber-clad hips with both paws, and begin pulling him back into each firm thrust. "Yeah, yeah! You like that, don't you?" the pace was rough, but judging by the heavily muted sounds of Dire, Chris insisted to keep it up. 

It wasn't too long after the position change that Dire began to whimper as all the pleasure had built up his climax, swallowing down his own pre, and juices from the night and day before that squirted out from the cock-gag. His sac churned with the need to explode, but the tight latex bands kept all his seed in those stretched-out balls. Chris however, was not restricted at all, and freely ravaged that rubber ass for quite a long time - Dire could feel Chris's weight leaning over him again, and a uncomfortable, if not slightly painful bite onto his neck accompanied a final firm thrust. Chris groaned loudly once again, filling Dires' ass with wave after wave of seed; taking the time to squeeze and jerk off Dire again while he loaded that tight ass with hot spunk - Spunk that would be absorbed, and reused. Chris released his jaw, and slowly pulled out, to find that his cock was completely clean! "Ahh, yes, that is perfect." he murmured and slapped that latex-clad ass. Dire moved a little weird, not just because his orgasm was fended off, but something else, "Dire..." Chris shook his head a little, "..Did you forget to go to the bathroom before you got yourself into this?" it was a very sudden change of pace, but all the juices Dire swallowed, and ass-packing highlighted that fact. Chris rolled his eyes and flipped to the last few pages, humming softly as he began to roll Dire onto his back, and then drew one of the more complex symbols. The latex on Dires' legs came free, allowing him to stretch out those toned thighs and calves, while the arms were slowly pulled and rebound into a different position with much less freedom. Vision still blocked, mouth still full of rubber penis, and the rest of his body free, Dire was now hugging himself in a classic straitjacket position, but the sleeves were internal, so it just looked like his arms got twisted comfortably around his body - Not only that, but the latex had retracted above Dires' behind, and below his junk - So his waist and hip area, including backdoor, and cock, were completely free of any latex. "Alright big boy, have at it." Chris guided his new rubber-slave into the bathroom, it may have been uncomfortable, but Dire would have to get used to it.

Chris took the time to start re-arranging things in the room. First, he'd turn off Dires' phone - He wouldn't need that for a while, but especially not now. Clearing off the computer, and opening up a new window for the internet - Using Dires' email, Chris proceeded to type out a vacation message to Dires' entire contact list. A standard message, short and sweet, with no exact details as to where he was going or anything, but enough to make sure everyone would understand he'd not be available, and his phone would be 'out of a service area' for at least the next week. Chris hated lying, but he needed time to get things put together, and knowing Dire, there'd be constant knockings on the door from all of Dires fuck buddies at all hours of the day and night. Click, click, tappity-tappity-type! Click, send, and X out the window!

Next! Putting the computer to sleep, he'd begin to clear out the closet, and put things into a corner to be boxed later - Not like his new rubber slave would need'em. "Well this is going to be pretty easy to move in big D! All your stuff is going to be put into storage, and I'll just put all my stuff instead!" speaking loud so the busy dire wolf could hear him. "And I love how everything is so big in your place!" Chris soon had most of Dires' stuff neatly placed into a corner by the door, but would make use of the empty dresser now, moving all of Dires sex toys into easily accessible drawers! Dildos in one drawer, metal stuff in the next, leather in the first big long one, and rubber in the other. Dires' bed was made, extra pillows put off to the side for now, and a large, nonchalant bottle of lube easily accessible on a night stand right next to the bed. Clapping his hands off, and looking around, Chris hummed and shook his head - Quickly sweeping everything off the ground, throwing the booklet on the bed, and making everything nice'n'neat. "Alright boy, you done in there?" Chris made his way over to the bathroom, looking in, and finished off what the restrained rubber slave started.

Moments later, everyone was cleaned, freshened up, and fully clothed - Dire, of course, was re-coated in a second skin of latex, on all fours, and his hard shaft bound and sticking straight down, though his eyes were no longer blinded. Chris lead Dire out of the bathroom, and near the door. "Well here's going to be the fun part. As you know, I live a few blocks down, and I very well didn't drive here." drawing a simple symbol, a leash formed, and extended with Chris's grip. "Nobody'll know it's you, don't worry, but we should make it fast...as...well your dick is rather apparent." giving a soft chuckle, and pulling the key out of the door as he shut it. Drawing another symbol on Dires' back, and his now-clean butt was once again, filled with a Chris-sized phallus made of latex; knotted, and very filling to the tight rubber-dire-wolfs ass. They moved, Chris having to drag Dire along for the first good quarter of the trip - Deciding that was becoming a pain in the ass, Chris decided to give Dire a pain in the ass too, and inflated the rear shaft significantly more, while tightening down around Dires' cock too. "The sooner we get to my place, the sooner I'll ease the pain." grunted Chris. Dire was already walking funny to begin with, being on his elbows and knees, but his ass being stretched with an oversized girthy length wasn't helping any. They were just past halfway as Chris spoke down to Dire, "You're doing great, getting a real hang of it. If you keep this up, and do well, you'll earn yourself the right to walk normally...Though you may be dressed like a girl." Dire looked up at Chris, but he wasn't looking back. 

Finally making it home, Chris unlocked the door, and pulled Dire in. "Great job, we only mentally disturbed ten people on the way here! I think they were jealous of your fat cock...I know I am-" he chuckled, "-But I own yours now, so that's almost as good." licking his chops, he shut the door, and let Dire loose from the leash. "You, uh...Have fun. I'm going to pack some things, and you'll be carrying them, but I need to pack them first." drawing two symbols before he leaves - One was to shrink the anal plug back to normal size, and the second would peel back the cock-gag into just a ball gag big enough to fit Dires' large maw correctly. Without much else to do, Dire 'walked' around the room, and watched Chris pack. All his clothes, chargers, laptop, bathroom essentials, toys of adult nature, and additional bondage gear; all packed into a suitcase and backpack. Zipping up the suitcase, bringing the backpack over to the front door with it, and dragging Dire there too. "Alright. I was going to let you walk back on your hind legs, but it poses too much of a risk for you and me. I'm not sure how dedicated you are to being my rubber slave, and I'm not sure if we could make it back to your-...I mean MY place without being stopped by the police." Chris gave a slow grin. "But the suitcase has rollers, and you have a mouth, so we'll make good use of both." tapping Dires' chin, doodling a little symbol which coated the inside of the mouth with rubber, and held the tongue flat, with the teeth turned into harmless rubber pillows  as he forces the handle in - Dire was going to have to push the suitcase, but with his strength, it shouldn't be too much of a problem. "If you make it all the way without dropping it, I may reward you." opening the door, and guiding Dire out, turning and locking the door as they made their way back to -Chris's- new pad.

"I'm telling you big D, this is going to be great. I'll feed you, give you fresh water, let you go to the bathroom, and everything, like the dogs we see on TV...Except you'll be inside for the latter. I'll leave my old place, and the money I use for that will go into paying for this place. I'll...probably take control of...or just get shared ownership of your bank accounts - I don't want to steal anything-" he stopped for a minute to kiss Dire on the nose tip"-But I'll be needing to pay your bills too. At least, for a little while, until I know I can trust you with your hands." he continued to walk, taking Dire to move along side him, making soft whining noises - Still unable to believe what a horrible situation he's gotten himself into, and while he does love and care for Chris...This...This just isn't what he wanted. "I can see that look in your eyes, D." Chris looked back as he walked. "You're scared, I know, but don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you, rob you, or anything, but I'll be your Master...You probably won't ever be able to call me that, but I just want you to know the truth." they had arrived, and Chris helped Dire up to his door - Unlocking, and moving all parts inside Dires' place, locking it from the inside, and removing the suitcase to put off to the side. "Are you hungry, by the way?" looking at Dire, unsure of how long he's gone without food, or drink. The big rubberdoggy nodded a few times, "Okay, good. We need to work out a tune you can hum, or something to let me know that in the future. Since I don't have any tools to make you special food, I'll have to feed you." Chris dropped his pants, boxers, and stepped up to Dire. "First though, you'll have to earn it." Without missing a beat, Chris shoved his cock in Dires' face, and waggled his finger. "Don't even dream of biting, because you've got no-where to run, and in a suit that can probably do a lot of bad things to you - Now get sucking, slave." rolling the last word off his tongue slowly, and grabbing the booklet to study up more on the options. "Oh, and don't worry, this isn't dinner." Chris chuckled, petting his slaves rubbery head, and pushing himself into the submissive, rubber maw. A twirl of the fingers, and Dires' length, and the dildo in his ass would start to vibrate on a medium level.

"Mmh, yeah. The sooner you get me off, the sooner you can eat." Chris closed his eyes, and gently rocked his hips as Dire got to work giving the best damn blowjob he could in this forced-canine position. Dire worked for it; he was hungry, ashamed, and abused - A life that he's gotten himself in to, and Chris would make sure that he was going to get used to. Chris groaned happily, the smell of latex mixing with his arousal, and the feel of a completely rubber-coated maw was heaven; plus, with Dire heavily using his tongue to get Chris off, the climax would be coming soon. Continuing to flip through pages, this was becoming practically the best job ever - Dominating the owner, the extra money to buy good food and drinks, plus getting a free place to stay that came with its own rubber fucktoy - who IS the owner! Chris could feel that his load was coming, balls churning and pulling up tighter against his body - Using the symbol to black out Dires' vision as he increased his thrusting pace, the poor trapped Direwolf only able to keep on sucking, and tonguing the bottom half of Chris's meaty shaft. "Here...I...cum..." Chris howled out with orgasm, arching his back and pulling Dire into his crotch, pushing his cock down into Dires' throat as he began to unleash a modest torrent of seed.  Dire shuddered a little, and was forced to swallow it all down, obviously not in the mood to choke on it. Giving a few final thrusts, squirting the last drops out, and slowly pulling free of that rubber maw. "Gooood boy...you earned...dinner..." Chris murmured, drawing another symbol onto Dires' head and putting the book to the side. Dire had pin-hole vision, several little dots in a small area providing extremely limited vision, but vision nonetheless - As well, his tongue was sealed in firm rubber for minimum movement in the bottom of his mouth, making speech incredibly difficult as the other latex around his mouth became thinner and less apparent - It'd leaving his mouth still coated in rubber, but with much more flexibility; the ability to eat now, with no limitations other than his tongue, and full set of teeth back. 

Chris just kicked his clothes off, and walked over to his suitcase, pulling out a can of food before going over to get a bowl from Dires' cupboard.  "I need to reinforce the fact that you're just like the dogs on TV, so you'll be eating out of a bowl for a while. And I found this stuff-" it was a can of "dog" food; which was considered a novelty based upon a few shows depicting cats and dogs as domesticated pets, of the non-sexual kind. "Yeah, the stuff is pretty cheap when you buy in bulk, and with the amount of exercise you'll be getting, the extra fat and salt contents won't hurt at all." Chris dropped two cans of the tasty stuff into a bowl, and put it by the fridge. Dire was still a very large wolf, so two should be about right "You'll have to come and get it when you want it, it promises a full-sized meal for canines abit smaller than me...So two should do it for you. Eat up puppy." Chris went to set up a large, self-feeding bowls of water in every room, and to set the chill a little lower, to balance out the heat of the latex. Seeing as Dire didn't move, Chris went to go pet him a bit. "Come on now puppy, eat and drink up. This is your new life, you should know that by now. I promise I'll take good care of you...forever, and ever.." Chris cranked the vibrations up to max, with the cock bands tightening down in all the right places to keep Dire on edge, and to keep him from climaxing. While Dire whimpered and wobbled off to go eat his next meal, Chris went to Dires' phone, and took out the contact list - Syncing it to his own phone, and loading up the large list. Sending a large text message to every one on both of their lists:

"Taking appointments for Monday. Dire is under new management; free to all friends, fuckbuddies, co-workers, and anybody that can read this message. Cum get a taste of the new Dire, you will NOT be disappointed...and neither will he."