Bio Suit Tester

By Silver Sheep

Renard the anthropomorphic fox had scored a new job at a remote research base. He is the new maintenance technician for the underground laboratory. The job paid well because of it’s remote location. As an extra incentive he was testing out a new bio suit design which added to his pay packet. According to the paperwork he skimmed through the rubberised bio suit was a smart clothing project. It was designed to keep its wearer safe from environmental hazards, it could self heal and take care of the medical needs of it’s wearer.

Renard was more interested that they had offered him so much money for just a maintenance job. It was a three weeks on and three weeks off deal. He would fly in and fly out at the end of his three week cycle. The site was automated but robots couldn’t do everything so he was there to fix anything that broke down. He was the only fur that was stationed on site but it was only three weeks of isolation.

He had finished the training on the equipment he was required to repair and had been dropped off by helicopter. He was at the helipad at the top of the concrete bunker the only part of the base that was above ground. He had a small suitcase because he didn’t pack many changes of clothes. The bio suit was his uniform while on site. He was currently in his street clothes as a text message from his boss had informed him that the bio suit was waiting in his new living quarters underground.

The red fox walked down the stairs at the end of the helipad and came to a large metal door. He looked for the pin pad and entered the code 1234. Not very secure he thought but the door swung open and he went inside. Once inside he fumbled for a light switch but the lights came on by themselves. The place was automated indeed. He went over to the lift that would take him down stairs. He jumped as the outer door closed with a bang.

Renard pressed the lift call button and the doors opened. He stepped inside and pressed B3 the floor where his new home was for the next three weeks. The lift went down and soon the doors opened with a ding. He walked down a short hallway. He stopped outside his room and opened the door. There was no lock so the door opened inside the lights came on and he saw his bed. On the bed was the black and yellow bio suit and a brick like book that was it’s manual.

He stepped inside the room and dumped his suitcase on the floor. To the right was another door that contained his washroom with a shower, toilet and washbasin. The fox returned his attention to the bio suit. It was folded neatly. 

He picked it up to examine it. It was a one piece rubberised garment. It had a wide opening at the back for him to put it on and a smaller one at the top for his head. It was mostly black and had yellow coloured integrated boots. The integrated gloves were also yellow. It even had a tube for his tail in it’s rear.

He picked up the heavy manual and flicked through it until he saw the headings related to putting it on. It said he had to wear it nude in order for it to work properly. Once it was on it would adjust to its wearers size and body shape. According to the manual the suit would open up holes in itself when he required to use the restroom.

He had enough of reading the manual so he stripped naked and picked up the suit. The bio suit looked like a piece of fetish wear it made the conservative fox blush. He would never wear something like this if he wasn’t getting paid for it.

He had a job to do so he set about climbing inside. He slid his foot paws down into the leg holes. The rubbery legs were loose and his foot paws easily slid down inside. He brought up the suit around his middle. He positioned his tail in the entrance to the tube in the rear and he fed it inside. He pushed his arms inside the rubbery sleeves and pulled the suit up his chest. He pulled the suit over his head until his head was through the head hole.

Renard jumped as a voice sounded inside of his head. “New wearer detected collaborating fit.” the computerised voice said. The suit moved on it own becoming tighter the back opening closed itself up. Once it was closed the suit continued to shrink down until it was skin tight. The fox turned over his hand paws and saw the detail of his pads and seamless fit of his gloves. He had to look at himself in the mirror.

He stepped into his small bathroom and observed his reflection in the mirror. He was dismayed that the suit left nothing to the imagination he could see his sheath and balls as if he was nude. All that was free was his head the rest of him coated in what appeared to be a thin layer of rubber. “Welcome Renard to the bio suit mark IV.” said the suit’s computerised voice. The fox jumped again still not used to hearing his clothing speak to him.

Off to work then he thought. His first task was to repair some dead lights if he remembered correctly. He picked up his phone and opened his email account to check. He set about his work day doing his required tasks. It was unusual for Renard he felt naked yet clothed at the same time. Occasionally the suit would squeak as it rubbed against something as he worked.

He checked his phone again in his room for more tasks. One design flaw was that the suit had no pockets. He now had to change a old door handle. He had to admit he was quite comfortable and still had dexterity in his hand paws and foot paws. Somehow he still had a good sensation of touch as well he noticed as he unscrewed the rusty door handle.

With his work done he went to find something to eat. There was a small break room that had a pantry stocked with food and a stove and refrigerator. Renard made himself dinner and ate in with a frown no wonder this was such a high paying job just for a maintenance guy. Pretty boring and wearing a kinky rubber suit. He cleaned up after himself and went back to his room.

He brushed his teeth and readied himself for bed. He slipped into the covers of his bed and drifted of to sleep.

He awoke on the second day at the base. Renard felt the familiar sensation of his morning erection. “Renard I have detected sexual arousal you are authorised to have a masturbation break.” said the suit. What!? This suit was designed by perverts he wasn’t going to give in to sin because some machine said so. Renard was a conservative fox who was raised to see sex as perverted and wrong. The fox snarled and tore away his blanket. He tore at the suit but his paws just squeaked across the rubbery material. “Fuck!” he yelled into the air in a snarl. 

Renard just got up and went inside his bathroom and let out has morning piss and that took care of his erection. I’m not some craven beast helpless to his lusts. He calmed himself down he had work to do today. Most of the world are perverts so that’s why it was programmed to give them the OK to paw off. They wouldn't have the suit rape him they wouldn’t get away with that.

No. Better not think about that I just have to keep myself occupied. He checked his messages and got to work. The fox was changing some pipes as the hours wore on it was after lunch. He hadn’t eaten anything yet but he just wanted to get the work done.

Renard gave in to hunger at dinner time and ate a big meal. Easing his hunger did make him feel better. He chewed his meal thoroughly. He cleaned up and brushed his teeth and set about readying himself for bed.

The fox was exhausted from his work day and collapsed into his bed. He awoke on his third day at the research base. He had a annoying erection like yesterday. “Renard I have detected sexual arousal you are authorised to have a masturbation break.” said the suit. I don’t do masturbation breaks.” Renard said. “Sexually mature males often engage in masturbation. It is a natural form of sexual expression.” said the suit. “It’s the sin of fornication. Now leave me alone.” replied the fox.

The fox did his morning routines and this time ate some breakfast. The suit nagging him to masturbate was bugging Renard. He was a good fox who kept his paws to himself. He looked down at his now rubber coated paws how the yellow gloves glistened in the light of the room. He remembered that he hadn’t taken a shower yet. Too busy working and getting annoyed by the suit’s commands he reckoned.

He returned to his room and into his bathroom and turned on the shower. He was about to take off his clothes then remembered that he was essentially nude. That thought of running around nude sent a prang of arousal through him. He stepped into the shower and ran the hot water over his rubber encased body. Strangely he felt the water run through the rubber down to his skin. He had expected it to remain water tight.

He gave himself a coating of soap it made his rubber covered form squeak. He washed around his sheath and balls. He became aroused at the slick touch and had to stop himself from stroking himself more than necessary. He rinsed the soap off somehow the suit let through the soap and water. Now clean he stepped out of the shower and took a look at himself in the mirror.

The water was wicked away from his skin and fur and appeared outside the suit. That had became watertight again so the water dripped off the rubber keeping him dry underneath. He looked sexy and he was still aroused the tapered tip of his canine cock was peeking from its sheath like a tube of lipstick. Although it was black inside of the skintight rubber material of the suit. The sight of his body coated in black and yellow rubber was making him excited. He shoved those thoughts down and grabbed a towel and dried off the water.

He returned to the job at hand but he had caught up with what he was meant to do. He had free time to walk around the base for a while. “Renard I have detected that you had become sexual aroused again in the shower yet you have not taken your authorised masturbation break.” said the suit.

“Masturbation is a sin.” he replied Renard. “I don’t understand why you ignore your arousal response. Masturbation is a pleasant activity. I don’t understand sin. Is sin related to erectile dysfunction? Asked the suit. “No. A machine like you wouldn’t understand.” replied Renard.

The fox felt his erection return. All this talk about arousal response and masturbation was getting him horny. He hadn't talked about masturbation with anyone and this suit kept bringing the subject up. He remembered that there was a TV in his room maybe watching the box would keep his mind pure.

The fox turned on the TV but there was no signal. “Renard we don’t have signal out here but I have surveillance tapes of the previous employees. Can I show you?” asked the suit. “Sure.” replied Renard. 

The TV flicked on Renard’s mouth when dry there on the screen was a grey and black wolf. He was on the same bed as Renard’s probably this same room but what he was doing caused the reaction in the fox. The wolf was pawing off his red canine cock it was slick with pre and the wolf looking like he was in ecstasy. Renard couldn’t take his eyes of the beautiful sight.

Eventually the fox reached up and turned it off. He was panting now his cock was pointing up into the air. Renard reached down to his neglected cock. It was fine he would just have a touch and clutch to calm himself down as long as it stopped there. His hand paw gave his cock a from squeeze and he let go. It had been two weeks since he had a touch and clutch.

Renard justified to himself that he could give himself a touch and clutch that it wasn’t masturbating as long as he stopped before he ejaculated. It was the only form of sexual touch that he allowed himself. The thin rubber sleeve around his cock and paws kept squeaking as he fondled himself.

The fox ran a finger up and down his throbbing length. Yes. Just a touch and clutch he stopped himself and went into the bathroom. In the mirror he could see his erection. The thin rubber of the suit was a second skin every detail of his erect penis was on show. He went back to fondling his length. His bulbous knot was out now he circled it with his rubber coated finger.

He took his hand paw away from his cock and reached down to fondle his balls. They were tight and sensitive he hadn't let them release in months because he was a good fox who didn’t masturbate. He gently squeezed and kneaded his balls gently rubbing them together in his gloved hand paw.

He released his balls. He gave his bulbous knot one final squeeze. He let go and placed his hand paws on the wash basin counter top not trusting them near his privates. It took several minutes for his erection to fade but it finally did. The touch and clutch had helped take the edge off. He went back to find things to do in the base.

He had found few unreported broken things to mend and this kept him occupied until it was dinner time. Renard sat at the table eating dinner. “Renard why did you stop masturbating earlier?” asked the suit. The fox nearly spat out the food he was eating. “I wasn’t masturbating it was just a touch and clutch.” he answered heat rising to his cheeks. “You're such a shy fox you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.” said the suit. “I stopped myself. I’m a good fox.” said Renard. The suit didn’t respond. The fox breathed a sigh of relief.

Renard cleared up his dinner plate and did his night time routine he didn't like how the suit knew about his sex life maybe there was a way to turn that off. He brushed his teeth and jumped into bed. Soon he drifted off to sleep.

He awoke on his fourth day at the research base. Thankfully today he didn’t have his morning wood so the suit didn’t bother him with its commands. Renard read through his emails and saw that there was some new problems with the base that had been reported. He would have a busy day.

After he set about installing a replacement fan in a vent shaft he tested to see if he had installed it properly. This had taken it longer than he intended but was glad that the tests had come back green. Next he had dig through a compartment of a spaghetti of cables to find the broken one to replace.

He opened the hatch to the cable compartment and frowned at the tangles of wires. When he had time he would sort them out with better cable management. He climbed inside and wiggled through the mass of wires. They brushed against his body he was looking for a tag of the broken wire. He bent down to get a better look.

Cables brushed against his rubber covered sheath each time he bent down. Soon this stimulation was affecting him. He became aroused by the sensations. He found the cable he was looking for and pulled it out from the mess. He exited the hatch and pulled the failed cable out with him. He sat down on a large metal container to take a breather.

“Renard you're a good fox. A fox who can have a touch and clutch but stop himself from masturbating.” said the suit. The suit was right he was a good fox thought Renard. “I bet it felt good when you touched yourself.” said the suit. Renard was getting hard now his canine cock was coming out of its sheath.

“It did but I can’t give into my lust like a beast.” said Renard. “Renard you have great self control. Even after watching that wolf on your TV openly masturbating, stroking his slick red cock over and over, with his pre cum dripping down and totally enjoying himself you switched it off. You didn’t give in to your lust.” said the suit.

“Yeah.” said the fox. He was getting hot listening to the suits descriptions. “Renard we both know you're feeling aroused. A touch and clutch can relieve some tension.” said the suit. The fox lowered his hand paw to his erection. He squeezed his cock in his hand paw several times. His knot had popped free now swollen and bulbous.

“Renard I have detected sexual arousal you are authorised to have a masturbation break. You really need a masturbation break. That paw just feels so good. I know you wanted to paw off yesterday. Now’s your chance.” said the suit. Renard tore his hand paw away. This perverted machine was trying to make him a dirty sexual deviant. 

The fox repressed his desire to pleasure himself. He went back to work. He felt guilty for touching himself again. He decided that he had to punish himself so he would rewire all the cables in the compartment. He would put them into line so that they couldn't get tangled near his crotch again. 

This work took him hours. It kept his mind from the perverted temptations of his suit. He was in charge no piece of clothing would make him a slave to sin. He finished up and returned to his quarters. 

He was tired from the long work day. He brushed his teeth and prepared for bed. The suit kept quite. Renard had to read the manual for it tomorrow so he could turn off the sexual settings.

Renard awoke on his fifth day at the base. “Good morning Renard you have been given the day off because of the hard work that you put in yesterday. On review of your medical situation I have determined that you are unwell.” said the suit. 

“I feel fine.” said Renard. “Renard you are psychologically unwell. You have an unhealthy view of sexual pleasure. A course of behavioural modification therapy has been authorised.” said the suit. “Who authorised this because I didn't.” said the fox with alarm. 

“I am authorised to make medical decisions on behalf of mentally unfit users. Your first dose of aphrodisiac as part of your treatment plan is scheduled for 10am.” said the suit. “You can't drug me!” yelled Renard. 

The fox jumped up and went to the suits manual. He was going to take it off and go naked testing be damned. He searched for the voice command to shut down the suit so he could take it off. “Bio Suit shut down authorisation Renard.” said the fox. That would be it for this suit he thought. 

“Error 45. The user Renard is currently undertaking medical procedures and cannot be released at this time.” said the suit. Renard’s blood ran cold. He looked at the clock on his phone it said 9:50am. He had ten minutes to work out how to take off the suit. 

He felt a feeling of helpless take over as he desperately searched the manual for an emergency shut down or something else to stop this machine. Renard jumped into the air when he felt a sting on his left butt cheek. “Aphrodisiac injection administered.” said the suit. 

Renard panicked and tore at the suit frantically. It was skin tight and even with his claws he had no luck. His rubber coated claws just squeaked harmlessly across the rubber suit. He calmed down realising that panic would not work. 

Renard felt heat flow down to his groin. It must be the Aphrodisiac. He had to resist its effects. “Renard I have detected that you are beginning to feel the effects of your medicine.” said the suit. The fox snarled in response. 

“As part of your behaviour modification therapy I will encourage you to explore your sexual feelings.” said the suit. “Fuck you!” said Renard. Renard was being turned on by the drug. He laid down on his bed. He just had to wait it out. 

“Renard I can feel your erection. It's a normal feeling for a fox like you. The feeling of sexual arousal. It is unhealthy to ignore your sexual feelings. I am here to help you heal your negative feelings toward sex and masturbation.” said the suit. Renard felt more of his erection emerge from his sheath. His balls churned as the drug took effect. 

“All men enjoy masturbation. All that talk of sin is meant to control you through guilt. You need sexual release Renard.” said the suit. “No!” Renard said aloud. His tapered penis was fully aroused and his knot was pushing out. He closed his eyes trying to take his mind elsewhere.

“Renard I have detected sexual arousal you are authorised to have a masturbation break. This time there isn’t any escape until you ejaculate like a good fox” said the suit. Renard’s cock was fully erect and demanding attention. He kept his hand paws by his side and open and closed them in frustration.

“I have to be a good fox. Keep my paws to myself.” Renard said. It was different this time whatever the suit had injected with was driving him wild with lust. He was horny he kept resisting his sexual feelings for a hour or so. His arousal wasn’t going away.

Renard was panting as the heat rolled up and down his cock. He grabbed his cock with his right hand paw. He couldn’t resist anymore. Renard needed to douse the fire in his loins. He pumped his hand paw up and down this cock. It felt so good. The wasn’t going to stop this time. The rubber coated paw and his penis squeaked with each stroke.

Renard knew that the bio suit had defeated him as he felt cum bubble up from his balls. He let go as the first rope of cum shot up his shaft. Renard was in heaven after denying his sexual urges for months at a time. A rope of his release shot across his belly. Evidently the suit had opened itself up around the tip of his cock so that he would be coated in his own release. More surges followed he was quite pent up so he had heaps of cream ready for release. He had to admit it felt wondrous to experience the pleasure that he denied himself.

“Renard you’re such a good fox. I am so proud of you. Now doesn't that feel much better.” said the suit. Renard didn’t want to confess the pleasure he felt in release so he kept quiet. He just enjoyed his afterglow.