WOOF!

This was posted on RubberZone as well but I just thought it would be appropriate here...enjoy it!

Woof!

Alfred, from his earliest years of life, was considered a ‘geek’. From the age of 9 he was wearing tortoise shelled glasses which his mother let him pick out the frames himself. They were so out of fashion but still he liked them. He was picked on by the ‘cool’ kids and jocks in school to the point of physical abuse. Alfred really didn’t have any interest in girls and when he did he was so shy with them that none ever took interest in him. He felt alone even though his parents doted on him. Even during his parent’s parties and family get-togethers’’ he was patted on the head and then ignored. He felt like a pet…a pet dog.

As Alfred grew older, he became addicted to the internet for solace and companionship. His physique really didn’t fill out much as he grew and he looked more like a ninety eight pound weakling than any thing else. By his eighteen birthday, he was on his third generation tortoise shell glasses and he felt he was still very much treated as a ‘pet’. He still surfed the net to try finding something that really interested him. One lonely afternoon, he mistyped a search word on a subject he was looking up for school. He accidentally typed in the word ‘dawg’ and the search results came back with an amazing number of site possibilities most having to do with canine training and the like. There was one that caught his eye because it was different. It had the word ‘hood’ with it. As Alfred never used and foul or curse words, he muttered, “Golly gee willickers, let’s see what that is all about.” He then clicked on the link and there before him was the usual disclaimer page regarding adults only and so on. “Darn!” Alfred though, “Just another porn site. It will probably drop a cookie and mess up my computer.” He was about to close it down but curiosity got the better of him. He clicked on ‘Enter’.

When the next screen appeared, Alfred’s eyes bulged! There before him were two pictures of men wearing dog masks. “Geez! How could guys do that?” Alfred voiced in astonishment. He was both horrified and mystified at the same time. On the left side of the screen he noticed links to other pages which included catalogue, gallery and contact pages. Alfred clicked on ‘Gallery’. All sorts of pictures came up with men in dog masks doing all sorts of activities Alfred never had dreamed of. “Holy heck!” he shouted with great alarm. He was about shut the whole site down, but again curiosity got the better of him and he continued to stare at the pictures. As he did so, for the first time in his life, his cock began to swell with blood, harden and become erect. “What the heck!?” He muttered as the pressure grew and the pleasure began to overwhelm him. He took his hand, put it down his khakis pants and started to stroke his penis which sent even more bolts of pleasure throughout his scrawny frame. He unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out and for the first time he saw how big it had gotten! He then grabbed it and started pumping and in doing so groaned with the new sensations he was feeling. Then at the moment of climax, there was an explosion of cum that went everywhere and much of it landed on his computer screen! When he was done, Alfred was panting with exhaustion. For the first time, he felt the euphoria of happiness and all from looking at those pictures.
Alfred knew than he had to have one! He needed to find out what it was like to wear one!

Alfred then clicked on ‘Catalog’ and what came onto the screen astonished him. There were such a variety of dog masks to choose from; Terriers, Rottweilers, Dalmations, Bull Dogs and Boxers. There even some fantasy dog masks like a Devil Hound. Looking further in the catalog were pig and cat masks. He was enthralled and confused at his choices. Alfred then started to weed out what he didn’t want. What were left were all the dogs that had floppy ears and one Terrier with pointed ears. He looked over and over all the remaining choices until finally he saw the one he really liked best. He took a measurement of his head (as was recommended by the site), clicked on the appropriate size and pressed ‘Add to Cart’. Alfred pulled out his Debit card, and just sat there staring at the screen. “Geez Louise” he muttered to himself, “do I really want to do this?” In an instant, as if his index finger took control of his mind, Alfred clicked ‘Check Out’.

The next screen was most strange. It read, “Thank you for your interest. Please fill out the simple form with your name and email address and then click on ‘Proceed’. As all deliveries of our masks are made in person here on our ranch so the information you provide in this form is the only information we require at this time. Please then go to the ‘Contact’ section of this site and send us an email with the following reference: #Dogmask 666. We will get back to as soon as possible with further instructions. Failure to do so within 48 hours will cause this order request to be dropped by our system. Thank you for your request.”

‘This is very odd and highly unusual”, Alfred thought to himself. He sat there for several minutes thinking if he really wanted to do this. His eyes turned back to the screen and he again entered the ‘Gallery’ portion. Alfred gawked at the pictures and he could feel the excitement well up in him again. He clicked on the ‘Contact’ link and an email form appeared. Alfred started to type this message; “Dear Sirs, I find this method of yours for ordering highly unusual but here is my reference number ‘Dogmask 666’. I hope to hear from you soon. Thank you for attention. Sincerely Alfred.” With just a slight hesitation, Alfred clicked ‘Send’.

It wasn’t but a few short minutes that Alfred got a reply which read, “Thank you for your prompt reply. We do understand how unusual this procedure is but there are some very good and important reasons for it. If you have an instant message system, please add ‘woofwoof’ and we can talk. I will be easier and faster then sending emails back and forth. Again, in not doing so will cancel your order request after 48 hours. Thank you again for you patience and understanding.”

Alfred did have an IM system and put in ‘woofwoof’ and clicked on ‘Add Contact’. Within just a blink of an eye the following conversation commenced.

Woofwoof: ‘I really hate to start off a conversation this way but I need to know your age as I do not deal with anyone under the age of 18.’

Alfred: ‘Sure, I understand, I am 18.’

Woofwoof: ‘Will you verify your age for me by giving me your drivers license number. Don’t worry I ask this of everyone and it will not be used in the future I will dump it as soon as I get the information and it is verified. I have a system where I can verify your age. I do understand any hesitancy but we can not go further without completing this procedure. Thank you.’

Alfred thought long and hard about this and finally typed in his license number.

Woofwoof: ‘Thank you again for your understanding and trust. I also now know you are serious about your order. Let me take a couple of minutes to tell why you must come here to pick up your mask.’

Alfred: “Ok.”

Woofwoof: ‘I believe that every one of our dog masks have very distinct personalities, and that we really want to make sure the one you have order fits your personality. So I need to see you in person to marry you with the right dog mask. Do you understand so far?”

Alfred: “I think so.”

Woofwoof: “Great! Most people don’t and this conversation ends here. I also believe that even though you have sent us your size, the fit of the mask on your face is vital not only for looks but most importantly comfort. I want you to have hours and hours of fun in your mask. I want you to believe you never have to take it off , so comfort is paramount, wouldn’t you agree?”

Alfred: “Sure that makes sense but how am I to ger where you are if I don’t know where you are located?”

Woofwoof: “We are located in New Mexico let’s see…from you email address, I can see you are from the suburbs of New York.”

With that Alfred’s eyes bulged in both horror and surprise that this stranger could get all this information about him.

Woofwoof continued: “I will have an eticket for you at Westchester County Airport on the day we agree upon you coming here. It will be at no cost to you as it is part of our service. Also during you stay with us everything will be taken care of in terms of your personal expense. Just as a warning to you, if you fail to make that flight and fail to arrive here, you will be billed for the expense. So, when would like to come out here?”

Alfred thought long and hard about what he was about to do but his emotions were getting the best of him and his fingers typed….”Tomorrow?”

Woofwoof: ‘That would be great, my young pup. You don’t mind me calling you that as you seem to be a novice?’

Alfred: “I don’t mind and yes I am a novice.” He cringed at that admission as soon as the message was sent.

Woofwoof: “Thank you again for you confidence and trust in me for sharing that. I can show you some things you can do with your dog mask while you are here. It will be fun and educational for you. So it is agreed that you will come tomorrow. By saying yes we have a binding contract.”

Alfred paused, took a deep breath and typed: “Agreed…Yes.”

Woofwoof: “Ah very good, my young pup. After we sign off from here, I will make the arrangements. You should get an email with all the details in an hour or so. One last request, if you have a webcam, please turn it on so I can recognize you when you get here?”

Alfred, realizing that this was his last opportunity to back out by saying ‘no’, flipped on the webcam.

Woofwoof: “Ah, there you are my young pup. You are young! Great! I must get off now to get everything ready. It has been a pleasure to meet you and I am looking forward to your arrival…..Take care and have a great flight!” And with that the conversation was over. Alfred now really wondered what he was getting himself into.

Alfred was now winging his way across the country to New Mexico. The eticket arrived the previous day within the hour after his conversation with Woofwoof. That night though, he just could not sleep. Alfred tossed and turned both in fear but also in immense anticipation of what he was about to go through. When he did dose off, his dreams were of the dog mask and what it might be like to wear it. He also dreamed of the pictures of men wearing masks and what they were doing. Alfred never thought he might be gay or anything like that. Up to that point he never really thought of sex at all either with women or men.

Alfred’s plane arrived on time in Albuquerque International Airport and when he got off the plane and walked beyond the security area to the arrivals and baggage zones. He was only carrying a small backpack as he knew he wasn’t going to be staying that long. As he gazed across the vast space of the terminal, Alfred realized he did not know who this ‘Woofwoof’ looked like. Then suddenly this hand touched his shoulder and as he turned around in surprise he heard this voice say, “Welcome to New Mexico! You must be Alfred. I’m Woofwoof!”

Woofwoof, was a man in his early 40’s maybe younger but no more than 45. He was of average height but was very muscular without an ounce of body fat on him. His head was shaved and had a well trimmed goatee. He was wearing a flannel long sleeved shirt, what looked like were farmer’s overalls and workman’s style boots. Alfred was stunned at his appearance.

After the perfunctory chit chat and walk out to the parking area they arrived at the vehicle that was going to take them to their ultimate destination. It was a huge Hummer not the typical sized ones but elongated to have four doors on each side plus a flat bed in the back. It was the biggest truck Alfred ever saw. After they both climbed in and started to speed off to a destination unknown to Alfred, Woofwoof said, “It’s going to take about three hours to get to the pup…uh…ranch….” And with that Alfred’s ears perked up but Woofwoof continued, “Ask me anything you want but you look tired so why don’t take a nap. There will be plenty of time for questions. Is there any type of music you would really like to hear?” Alfred said whatever Woofwoof had was fine as long as it wasn’t Rap. Woofwoof grinned and put on some soothing Classical music and with minutes Alfred was off in dreamland.

Alfred was jerked awake from the sudden stop of the Hummer. “We are here young pup Alfred.” said Woofwoof and then continued, “Let’s go inside and you can rest or eat, whatever is your pleasure.” The house was enormous, very southwestern looking and beautiful. Alfred had never seen anything like it before. It was also obvious to him it was very remote.

“Before we go inside, I would like to show you something. It’s a service I provide to young pups like your self. It could be shocking to you at first; I will explain everything to you once we are there.” And with that Woofwoof started to take Alfred around to the back and he continued, “If you decide this is not going to be something you want to participate in, that’s not a problem. I will take you back to town and you will catch the next flight back home. All I ask is that you listen very carefully as I think this program will help you find yourself and become a more confident human.”

“I see.” Alfred responded as they walked along a very long path into the New Mexico desert. “How do you know that I lack confidence and who are….”

“Let me stop you here. I know because my site tells me so. It is designed to attract anyone with a confidence issue. It’s also not for only the young such as yourself. I’ve had clients of all ages and sexual orientation. It doesn’t matter if you are gay, straight or bi. You followed my instructions to letter and in record time, by the way. I’ve had many years of experience and my own first hand experience as well. I was just like you at your age.”

As they continued down the walk, Woofwoof went into an almost flawless breakdown of Alfred’s personality, character and even he went into his fears. Alfred was amazed how accurate Woofwoof was. They finally arrived at a wall which hid a compound that layed beyond. Woofwoof opened the gate saying, “This gate is never locked. People come and go at anytime. This is not a prison here; the walls are only for their privacy.”

“People live here?” Alfred was startled. “I’m not sure I want to in.”

“I understand and if you want to go back, that is ok too. You don’t have to go any further.” Woofwoof said in a very gentle understanding manner.

Alfred looked down at the ground in thought. Then, slowly lifting his head, Alfred stared into Woofwoof’s eyes and said, “I want to go in.”

As Woofwoof slowly opened the gate revealing the most bizarre site that Alfred ever saw, “As you wish, young pup Alfred.”

“HOLY SHIT!” Alfred whelped, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!” Never in his eighteen years had he ever uttered those words before. That alone was a first.

Before Alfred was a compound with three to what appeared to kennels. There were about ten men, some with catsuits, some with harnesses and undergarments, some with only a jock strap on and some that were totally naked. All were wearing dog masks of all types. Some were Terriers, some Boxers and some were Rottweilers. There was no talking going on amongst them just some barking. Some of these ‘dogs’ were standing erect and others were on all fours and still some were into what appeared to be heavy ‘dog play’. Finally, one lone ‘dog’ wearing a Terrier mask and was naked came bounding up on all fours and began sniffing Alfred. Alfred immediately jumped backwards almost falling down.

“This is King,” Woofwoof explained, “and he has been here about a month. I think he will be leaving us soon as they all do when they are ready.” King then let out a couple of barks and then rolled over on his back. Woofwoof then bent over down towards ‘King’ and started giving him a tummy rub. Almost immediately, ‘King’s penis grew large and became erect. “Good King…good King. Now go over there and leave young pup Alfred alone.” ‘King’ then scurried off.

After getting over the initial shock of it all, Alfred and Woofwoof started to walk around the compound. In doing so, Woofwoof explained that each of the buildings behind the kennels was well appointed living quarters and stock with fresh foods daily. There was no TV or radio and that was his only rule. He also explained they each ‘dog’ had his own human sized beds but that many choose to sleep under the stars. He then explained why the three kennels, the first being for novices such as himself might be, the second when confidence grew he would move into the intermediate kennel and the last kennel are for the ‘dogs’ who have truly immersed themselves in their canine persona. They only move when they are ready and that they are never forced. After that they leave, some go with partners, some back to single life and some back to their wives. Woofwoof went on to say that although wearing the dog mask as much as possible was preferable, it was not required. Most he explained only took them of for shaving and hygiene and then put it right back on. He went on to say that everyday the ‘pack’ was taken out for walking but it was not required of them. Woofwoof further explained that several times a week he takes them out to the deep desert and just let them roam and do as they please. He went on to explain that he does photograph them from time to time only for his web site and his ‘pack’ knew and understood that and that should anyone objects, he just photoshops them out of the picture.

Alfred’s horror soon turned to mystery and then to wonderment at what he was witnessing. He was in total sensory overload. “I need to go!” Alfred exclaimed.

“I understand.” Woofwoof said sympathetically, “Let me lead you back to the house.”

On the way back, Woofwoof was further explaining what was going on in the kennel but Alfred was only half listening. He was in deep thought. As they approached the front door and again standing in front of the Hummer once again Woofwoof simply stated, “You now must make a decision and you do have three. Either I can take you back to the airport with the mask you chose, or you can joint the ‘pack’ now or…..”

Alfred then interrupted, “I’m very confused and torn. I don’t know what I want but yet I do. I need to think about it overnight. Is there a motel where I can go that is close by?”

“Not necessary, I have plenty of room here and there is a room that is isolated from the rest of the house where you can have your solitude. I will not bother you if that is a concern. There is no pressure. I realize this will be a big decision on your part. I will only come in the morning after making sure the ‘pack’ is taken care of.”

“That would be fine, Woofwoof.” Alfred answered. “I appreciate this and the opportunity you are trying to afford me.”

“It’s my distinct pleasure and please call me Damon from now on. Woofwoof is a screen name.”

“Thank you…..Damon.” Alfred then replies. They then both enter the house and Damon shows him to a room that is both spacious and well appointed. The huge window had a panoramic view of the New Mexico desert. For the longest time Albert gazed out the huge window with the breath taking view of the New Mexico desert and saw dust turn to night. Then he moved his eyes up towards the heavens to see an array of stars he had never witnessed before. It was breathtaking. After a while in contemplation in solitude, he stripped off his clothes, slid into bed and soon fell fast asleep.

Alfred was up early and although he did sleep some, it really wasn’t a restful sleep. Thoughts just churned in his mind as to what he wanted to do…leave or stay…continue his life’s course or to change it. He was standing again by the window watching the brilliant western sunrise over both mountain and desert thinking…thinking when a knocking was heard at the door, “Alfred? Are you awake?” came the now familiar voice of Damon.

“Yes, Damon, I’m awake.” replied Alfred.

“Are you hungry? I have made some breakfast for you if you like.”, said in a kind soft spoken voice.

“Not really, Damon.” Was the reply.

“Sure, I well understand. I wouldn’t be hungry either after the decision you had or still have to make. May I come in?” and with that the door swung open slowly to reveal still underwear clad Alfred. “Oh, you aren’t dressed yet. I can come back when you are ready.”

“No, Damon, that is not necessary. Please come in.” Alfred sounded a little sad when he said that as he knew what he was going to say next.

“You have made your decision and from the tone of your voice and the look of sadness on your face you are going to say ‘no’, is that it?” There was a slight look of sadness that came across Damon’s face. “I do under….”

Alfred then jumped right in and with a tear in his eye began to say with more emotion than he had ever known before, “That is not what I was going say as my answer. I am sad…yes sad…for all the wasted years of my teens. Of being ignorant. Of allowing myself to become so isolated that I could not even use words like ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’. To be so protected by others that…that…well never mind. And as for the tears in my eyes? Well, they are for joys of the awakening that you, Damon, yes you are offering me. Of the new life I want to begin…so, Damon the answer is….YES! Teach me…teach me to be a Dog so that I can be a better Man!”

There was the smallest hint of a smile cross Damon’s face…and yes…a tear as well. “It will be an honor and a privilege to help you. But it is what you make of this experience. I can only show the way, you must travel it. So are you ready my ‘young pup’?”

“Yes, Damon, I am ever so ready.” Was the immediate reply.

“First you must shower of course and while you are doing that, I will go get some clothing options for you. As you saw yesterday, your street clothes are not necessary.” He then escorted Alfred to the bathroom, gave him soap, shampoo and a towel. Alfred then climbed in the shower and turned on the water. It was such a sensual shower with sprays coming from every direction. It was a shower not only to clean the body but a shower to cleanse the soul. Alfred felt like as the dirt from his body was washing away so was his past. Every portion of Albert that he once knew so well was being swept away and cleansed by the pulsating rush of the water.

When Alfred exited and finished drying off, he could hear noises from the next room. “Is that you Damon?”

“Yes, my ‘young pup’”. Was the answer, “Do you need anything?”

“No, but I’m naked….” Alfred sputtered.

“Do you want a pair of briefs from your backpack?” Was the response.

.”No, not necessary.” And with that Alfred slowly opened the bathroom door and looking down and trying to cover his ‘private parts’, looked up and did not see Damon but Damon in a Hound dog mask and in a very shiny catsuit. Alfred, blinked his eyes not out of horror anymore but in beauty of the visual before him

“Yes, my young pup, I am a Dog too. I hope I didn’t alarm you? That is not my intent. I need to show some things about the mask you will wear and why I designed them that way so I figured I would wear one. Well, as far as the catsuit is concerned….I really love wearing them.”

Damon the Hound, now pointed out many different outfits for Alfred. “As you can see there are many different style rubber and leather catsuits to wear. as well as there are other different types of clothing on the bed to look at. And then again you just might want to go to the puppy kennel naked. It is up to you. What ever you want is yours to wear and if you change your mind down the road you can certainly change the outfit.”

Alfred was immediately drawn to a harness and a leather gee string with a cock ring and removable studded cod piece. “I would like to wear those, please, Damon.” Alfred said sheepishly.

“Interesting choice. This confirms what I had thought about you. I believe you have never worn a cock ring before and its going to feel very strange at first but you will get used to it and I will help you with both the harness and the gee string I you like.” Also on the bed were a couple of different sized dog tail style butt plugs. Damon the Hound could see that Alfred was interested in them and said, “I see you are interested in a tails. That’s great but I really recommend not using them until you get to the middle kennel Besides a tail butt plug is best worn when not having the gee string on.”


“Ok. I can wait on that, but please I want to put the gee string on myself, please. The harness you may help me with” Alfred then could see from the mouth area the smallest smile come across Damon the Hound’s face. He then picked up the very scanty leather garment off the bed. He nervously started to wrap it around his waist and before snapping it in place he took the piece that would go around his anus hole and connected the two pieces. Gingerly, Alfred snapped the gee string closed. Taking next his penis and balls, he slowly began to insert them both in the cock ring. The feeling of the cold steel against his genitals sent shockwaves throughout his entire body. Alfred’s mouth gaped opened and he groaned a bit as he pushed his balls through the opening. Immediately, his cock began to swell and harden and his balls became enlarged. He had to take a couple of deep breaths to try to regain his composure. Alfred looked up at Damon and just grinned and Damon nodded his head approvingly. He then pickup the studded cod piece and snapped into place over his now very hard penis.

“You did that very well, my young pup. I thought you would.” Damon then picked up the harness and opened the buckles and placed it over hisAlfred’s head. “I hope you don’t mind me doing this?” Alfred nodded in approval. Damon then re bucked both sides making them tight but not uncomfortably so. “How does that feel my young pup?” Alfred replied “Amazing!” Damon the gently put his rubber gloved hands on Alfred’s shoulders and led him to the full length mirror at the other end of the bedroom. Alfred stared into the mirror with amazement and as he started to smile he saw Damon the Hound leaned over to his ear and whispered, “You are beautiful! Remember that always.”

Damon the Hound backed away and in a more serious tone, “Turn around my young pup. I have three things I need to talk to you about before I mask you.”

Alfred turned around and faced Damon the Hound and then Damon started, “First I want to tell you about the masks I make. They are tight fitting but made to be comfortable. It may be that I will have to adjust by a size depending on how comfortable you are with it on. They are not meant to hurt, just tight enough for very long term wear. Also, they are specifically designed to leave certain area of skin open like around the mouth and eyes. Not only are there practical reasons but psychological ones as well. I want just a small part of your human self to be visible. I want you to remember that you are human and that becoming a dog is only to help you break your barriers and fulfill your fantasies. These masks are a tool; an aid to help you and yes to have fun in.”

Alfred nodded in agreement and Damon the Hound continued,” Second, when I introduce into the pack, don’t be alarmed that many will want to come up and ‘introduce’ themselves. They may sniff and bark at you but remember they are acting out their fantasies as well and they are men also. You will be placed in the ‘novice kennel’ and as I said earlier you can move to the next kennel when you want too. You will not need any permission from me.”

Alfred again nodded in affirmation…Damon continued, “Lastly, before I get your mask and put it on you, you need to choose your dog name. It can be anything you want as long as it’s not in current use. You can tell me now or after I mask you, your choice. Think about it while I get your mask….Oh and by the way, I’ve thought about your choice but I think there is another one that would fit you better. I will bring that one as well.”

“Ok, Damon.” Was Alfred’s response. Damon the Hound then turned and left the room. During the time when Alfred was alone in the room he thought, “Shit! A dog name? I’ve never even owned a dog.” As the minutes ticked by Alfred strained to come up with one name that he thought might fit the new dog persona he was about to embark on. Then it hit him…he knew what his dog name was going to be.

Just when Alfred made up his mind, Damon the Hound walked in with two masks, a Terrier, which Alfred had ordered on the web site, and another one that he also remembered from the site but couldn’t remember the name. That one looked a little meaner and more aggressive but Alfred seemed become more fascinated with it. In the other hand were several collars, one had three large sliver rings, another with spikes and still another with studs.

“So, my young pup, have you chosen?” asked Damon the Hound.

“Yes Damon I have and I want to be named…..Snoopy!” Alfred exclaimed.

From behind the Hound mask, Alfred could see the faintest hint of surprise. “Interesting, never had a Snoopy before. I like it! From now on until you leave here, I will call you Snoopy.”

“Ok Snoopy, my young pup, here is the Terrier you first asked for. He’s a happy go lucky passive dog, loves people and is very playful. This other one, well he is a Rottweiler. He’s a more aggressive dog. Tends to be a fighter and a scrapper. He is, though, very loving when treated right. He is also very very loyal. I think, this Rott fits your personality from what I have seen and heard from you better than Terrier, but the choice, of course, is yours.”

Alfred, now Snoopy, stared at them both for a couple of minutes in both fascination and some confusion. Then, his brain snapped into decision making mode and his mind was made up. “I want to be a….Rottweiler dog!”

“I think that is a great choice. I know you will happy as ‘Snoopy the Rottwieler’. And now for the collar…what do you think of these?” Damon the Hound queried. “If you don’t like any of these I do have some others.”

“No Damon, I know which one…that one with the three large rings.” Snoopy responded.

“Good. Now that everthing is set. It is time for you to really look like a dog…time for you to be masked. Now, if you aren’t ready we can wait a bit. It’s totally up to you Snoopy, my young pup.” Damon said as he was discarding the Terrier mask and extra collars onto the bed.

Snoopy hesitated for just a couple minutes which seemed like an eternity to him. “I’m ready now.” Snoopy removed his tortoise shelled glasses.

Even from behind the Hound mask, Snoopy could clearly see a smile. Damon the Hound then gently turned Snoopy back around so that he again faced the mirror. As he started to unzip the back of the Rott mask, a sound that was piercing though the eardrums of Snoopy bringing both fear and excitement, Damon said, “Being masked, especially for the first time, for some people is the most erotic event they ever experienced and it never goes away. Some people keep their eyes open during this process, others close them. As always it’s your experience and it’s up to you.” And with that the zipper reached the top of the mask and Damon put his hands in position.

“Are you ready, Snoopy my young pup?”

“Yes Damon, I am.”

And with that Snoopy closed is eyes, started to pant. Damon raised the Rott mask over Snoopy’s head and began to slowly, ever so slowly lower it downward as if one was being crowned. When the latex first hit Snoopy’s skin on his for head, it sent a sensation coursing through out his entire body. He twitched a little bit and his cock reacted by getting very hard. Snoopy never felt anything like this before! The mask continued to lower over his forehead, then eyebrows and over the eyes momentarily resting on the bridge of his nose. Snoopy was now breathing so hard he thought he was hyperventilating. But the feeling of the latex on his skin was so….so indescribable! Time seemed to stand still until; Snoopy felt the mask go over the tip of his nose covering his nostrils. There, Snoopy got the first scent of the latex. It was so intoxicating! The odor shot up in his nostrils nearly overwhelming his senses! He felt like he was about to faint but when…..down the mask came further to begin to envelope Snoopy’s upper then slowly his lower lip. His cheeks were almost entirely enveloped. His ears were pressing against the latex. Movement again, down on Snoopy’s chin and for the first time, he started to feel the mask eye sockets meet his…down again over the chin onto his neck until finally the top of the mask came to rest squarely on top of his head. Oh the feeling of ecstasy! After a short millisecond, Snoopy heard the muffled noise of the zipper moving down its track making the mask tighter as it slowly reached its destination. It was on and it felt sooo good!

Snoopy still had his eyes closed just reveling in the new sensations pulsating throughout his entire body. He then heard in a quiet whispering loving voice, “I’m going to put the collar on you now. You make such a beautiful Dog! You are a beautiful Man!” And with that he felt the warmth of Damon’s tongue press against the mask and lick up and down his cheek. Snoopy started to quiver and shake! He could hardly control himself! His cock was now rock solid hard! Damon then picked up the collar and fastens it not too tightly around Snoop’s neck.

“I am done my young Snoopy pup. You are now a Dog...a Rottwieler Dog! Open your eyes when you want to and see how beautiful you look!” And with that Snoopy first raised his hands and started to caress the latex that now enveloped him. Moving all around his dog face feeling every crease and line, nothing but new sensations, pleasure and fantasies surrounded him. He moved his hands up to feel his dog ears. Then down across the eye slits onto his snout to the end of his dog nose, then around his dog lips and chin. The sensations he was now feeling brought him so much pleasure. Snoopy opened his eyes and immediately gasped in disbelief at what he was witnessing! Groaning and cringing his eyes…his right hand ripped off the cod piece and his penis immediately sprang out straight as an arrow! Panting and heaving, he gave out a much muffled groan of both delight and pain and then cum came out with such force that it sprayed all over the mirror and onto the floor. Snoopy panting and exhausted from the effort, saw Damon the Hound still standing behind him through the reflection of mirror. In a soft reassuring and kind voice whispered, “Don’t worry about that. It happens a lot when men get first masked. This is your time to revel in what you are and what you will become. Do it again if you want. Enjoy in yourself!”

Snoopy, so happy so content, turned to face Damon the Hound, dropped to his knees and hands and looking up at the Hound longingly but saying nothing, just stared like a sad puppy. “So you are ready to meet your pack mates?” Damon the Hound with a sweet kindness in his voice.

All that came out of Snoopy the Rottweiler’s mouth was, “WOOF! WOOF!”

Das Ende.