Liam was a lucky guy. He had been in the furry community for a while online, but never really had the money to buy a suit of his own, let alone the craftsmanship or the patience to make one. That’s why it came so conveniently to him that a local furry was trying to sell his suit for a ridiculously low price: a well built, handsome hyena costume that looked pretty seriously crafted, much like the ones that go for thousands of dollars each. That’s why it was so suspicious that it was going for only fifty bucks, and even though the profile which advertised it was empty and frankly, quite shady too, Liam couldn’t resist not getting it for himself. Even if the images weren’t real and the suit looked like it was made of carpet samples in reality, he’d at least have something as opposed to having absolutely nothing to dress up in.


So he rang up the seller, who along with the suit, also offered to accompany the new owner to his first furry con as a handler- the person in charge of making sure nothing terrible happens to the fursuit’s wearer while they were in there- which in case of this suit, was “more likely than usual”, he explained. Hence the low price point, which despite the risks, was still way too dang good to miss out on.


After giving his measurements however, it turned out that Liam was way too tall for the suit, but the seller generously agreed to make some adjustments for free. “I should be able to make it fit you perfectly! Care to pick it up and try it out at the next local con?” He asked, to  which Liam agreed. Not only was he going to get a perfect fursuit for a laughably low price, but he’d also be able to try it at a con right away! What a deal! Maybe miracles do happen… How ignorant he was.


–


Two weeks ran by, and Liam was impatiently waiting in his hotel room by the con, having already bought his ticket and just needing his suit to get in. Thankfully he didn’t need to wait for long: a knock on the door sent him flying to open it, to a more mature, yet friendly looking man holding a box in his hands. “Liam?” He asked, grinning in a way that the excited young guy couldn’t yet pick out as shady or suspicious at all. He was just  too excited to care.


“That’s me! Come inside! I can’t wait to try the suit!” He said, having to resist his urge to jump around and celebrate at the thought of finally having his very own fursuit. The seller, or Brayden, as he named his empty profile on the selling app, carefully put the box on the ground, which admittedly looked a little small compared to all of the fursuit boxes Liam had seen in videos- even the most tightly packed ones. “So, it’s a full fursuit, right? Not just a partial or something?”


“It’ll cover ya head to toe~ Just look at this thing! Very proud of this one!” Brayden said reassuringly, opening up the box to reveal… A rather strange looking costume inside. As he pulled it out to show it to Liam, the young furry was slightly taken aback by the design: instead of the usual foam and fur solution, the suit appeared to be rather flimsy, like it was made of brown rubber, with chunks of fur hastily patched onto it that managed to cover most of the surface, but still left several shiny spots below.


“It… It looks fine!” Liam replied, not trying to be disrespectful to someone so proud of their work. “But are you sure that it's supposed to look like… This? Aren’t fursuits usually made of foam?”


“Oh yes, the foam ones are the ones that cost the big bucks, y’know… You won’t find any under a thousand bucks anywhere, not even used! If you wanna get into fursuiting with no money, this is the way to go. No one will even notice, I swear!” Brayden explained, lying out the rather repulsing looking thing on the ground like a gross carpet, that also smelled an awful lot like cheap rubber. “But if you don’t want it, I could take it back…”


“N-no, it’s fine. I want it! I just haven’t… Seen this kind before!” The fursuiter-to-be scurried to find his wallet, not wanting to miss out on this chance to finally dive into the world of fursuiting, even if his first costume was going to be a little… Off-putting, to say the least. At least it wasn’t made of carpet samples….


“That’s fine, ignorance can be excused.” Brayden replied, sounding a little annoyed in his tone as he took the money. “So you want me to be your handler on your first con?”


“Yes please! I would appreciate some help with this thing for sure…” Liam nodded as he reached out and touched the suit, stroking his hand on it. He felt like he had to give the monstrosity a compliment before asking any other potentially triggering questions from the proud creator, who seemed to be more and more frustrated upon seeing how his buyer wasn’t all head over heels with his product from the first sight. “I have to admit, it feels rather good to the touch. Does the s-smell go away though?”


“The smell is one of the best parts! Don’t you like the smell of rubber?” Came the expectedly defensive response. “Besides, foam suits smell much worse. Just imagine all that foam soaking in the sweat and spit of its wearer, it’s worse than a skunk den in there! This, you just wash with soap after every use, and the gross body smell is gone. And besides, aren’t  hyenas supposed to be a little stinky anyway~?”


“Fair enough!” Liam replied, although deep inside he would have preferred to sniff some musky boy smell in that suit instead of the overwhelmingly sweet, yet subtly chemical odor of his new possession. That wasn’t going to stop him though, and he didn’t want to miss any more of the con, so the two quickly got into starting to dress up the newbie fursuiter into his first ever hyena costume.


First of all, Liam was asked to strip naked- which he did hesitantly, but didn’t want to act all shy in front of another dude. Brayden assured him that the outlines of his clothes would have been visible under the tight rubber, so the only proper way to wear the suit was to be butt naked. Then he spread some baby powder all over the nervous guy’s body, massaging his legs and torso as he spread it around, despite Liam’s reassurances that he could do it by himself. “Don’t wanna ruin the suit on your first try!” was all that he could get in response.


Having never worn latex before, the feeling of his powdered legs slipping into the smooth, cool suit was quite strange, but actually not bad. His feet, and especially toes took a little bit of help to get right, but with the help of his handler’s passionate massage, Liam’s bottom part was finally united with the peculiar hyena legs. Next were his arms, one by one wiggling his fingers into the gloves that looked like paws from the outside thanks to some clever engineering on the creator’s part.


Only when the suit was zipped together at the back, did Liam realize just how tight the suit was: it felt like it had been poured onto him and hardened. Despite his creepiness, this Brayden guy did a really good job adjusting it to his size perfectly. The rubber clung to his sweaty, powdery skin tightly, really bringing out every little feature- including the bulge at his crotch, which was only obscured by a few balls of fur being stuck on there as a measure to not make the suit look too enticing. Though it was comfortable, the suit really started heating up around him quickly: the airtight rubber didn’t let any fresh air in at all, preventing his sweaty body from breathing even just a little bit, and this was only made worse by the bunch of fake fur stuck all over him like a thin fur coat.


“Now for the mask!” Brayden said as he pulled out the hyena mask from the box: it looked quite decent, shaped like a regular hyena fursuit head, but with the usual “fake fur patched over rubber” sort of solution to achieve it. As Liam observed, there was some foam packed into this one to preserve the shape well, but it was all coated in a rubbery film on the inside too- probably to prevent the sweat from soaking into it, like the maker described previously.


As the mask was slowly lowered onto his head, Liam suddenly felt something rather hard hit his head from above.  “What’s that? There seems to be some… Nub where my mouth’s supposed to be?” He said, but Brayden seemed unphased by the observation.


“Oh that? That’s fine, just open your mouth and let it slide in. It’s actually a mouthpiece to help you change your voice and talk in your fursona’s voice!” He explained, to which the suspicious, yet intrigued suiter opened his mouth, letting the rather large, hard, yet slightly chewy block slide into it. It wasn’t quite big enough to make him want to throw up, but he needed to pay attention to his tongue placement; it was just a little too big for comfort, but the open minded guy didn’t want to miss out on the voice changing fun.


“Mwwaawwwh.. Mfff…” He tried to talk, only managing to mumble incomprehensibly. Something was seriously wrong with this thing, which he tried to signal to his mate by pawing against the mask, who went on to completely disregard the concerned customer’s pleas.


“Oh, it’s a little hard to get into at first. But I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it by the end of the con!” He said, securing the mask into place and strapping it against the suit so it wouldn’t wiggle around or accidentally fall off. “There we go! All done!”


“Mmmmh?” Liam tried to ask, confused, as he realized that he couldn’t see out of the mask at all. His air was provided by two tubes that just fit into his nostrils above the “talking device”, and although they were uncomfortable to wear, he didn’t dare to try to set his nose free and risk suffocating in this terrible mask.


“There you are! I know that it’s a little difficult to see in that thing, but your eyes will get used to the darkness soon. Let’s go now!” Brayden explained and tugged on the leash that he quietly connected to the suit’s built in collar, catching the confused fursuiter off guard. He didn’t have any choice but to obey- he couldn’t talk, and his hands had become useless to undo the straps that held his mask in place. This was basically bondage, he was suddenly trapped in an impossibly restrictive suit, at the mercy of a weirdo that was now going to drag him around a fur con for everyone to see. That wasn’t what he imagined his first furry event to be like.


–


The two men stepped into a busy hall full of people in beautiful fursuits hanging out with each other and enjoying the con… Or at least that was what Liam imagined it to be like, since he couldn’t see a single thing, and the only sound that made it through his foam and rubber padded mask, was an amalgamation of chatter and some faint music. He couldn’t stop for a second, as whenever he tried to take a break, his handler would harshly tug on his leash, forcing him to follow in the direction.


“How I wish I had something to drink before I put this damn thing on…” The poor guy thought to himself, as he felt himself sweating rivers out of every inch of his body, and his mouth drying out from being constantly forced open. “Isn’t that what my handler’s supposed to be taking care of anyway?”


Hoping that he could get some much needed hydration, he tapped on the shoulder of- who he believed to be- Brayden. The man stopped, causing the fursuiter to clumsily bump into him, then try to apologize in his stupid, incomprehensible gag voice. “Mhhhm… Mfmh?”


“Are you having fun, yeen boy?” The handler asked cheekily; by then, it was obvious that he knew what he was doing, and that his only goal was to make the poor first timer suffer. “I hope you can appreciate how I’m doing this all for FREE for you!”


Liam carefully nodded his head, but before he could try to beg for water again, he was carried further. By that time, so much sweat had accumulated in his suit and flowed down into his suit’s feet, that every step he took was accompanied by a goofy sloshing and creaking noise, as the water got pushed out, then sucked back in again with every step.


“Look at that! Have you found another one, dude?” A stranger’s voice could be heard from quite close as the two stopped. Liam jerked away uncomfortably as his belly was touched by an unfamiliar hand, followed by some laughter.


“Some people just don’t know any better. I promised this ugly ass suit to this asshole for fifty bucks, plus one handling session for free! Can you fucking believe it?” The suiter felt his head being bobbed from side to side as he was given a rough pet on the head by who he believed was his handler. “Well this guy did!”


Great. Just as he feared, Liam was scammed. Now he could hear a couple more guys approaching and admiring the suit, all probably related to the sadistic handler in some way, touching and rubbing him all over, one even squeezing his crotch. The terrified guy squealed up at the feeling of his crown jewels being touched like that, sending all the others into a laughter. “Hey, you sure this isn’t a girl in there?” One of them teased.


The event organizers should have seen this by now, Liam hoped, as he kept enduring several pinches to his nipples and small slaps to his buttcheeks, all of which made him flinch and jump around defenselessly, much to the mens’ entertainment. If he tried to jump too far, a stern tug on his leash made him jump back to right where he was, and if he didn’t give an appropriately painful reaction, they would just do whatever they did again, just harder until he screamed, moaned or jumped.


“Isn’t this one of those suits with the nose holes?” Came a question from one of the strangers, that sent Liam into a panic. His air source was the only stable thing about his suit, but this made him realize that these fuckers had complete control over his breathing too. He started rapidly shaking his head, backing away, only to be pulled back by his leash, causing him to almost fall over.


“Yeah, the hole’s right on the nose. Do what you want with it, just don’t kill the idiot.” Brayden said, and Liam could immediately feel something pushing down on his shoulders, forcing him on his knees. “Down on your knees, boy. Show ‘em how much of a good rubber yeen you are!”


The poor suiter was trembling with fear, but he was too weak to resist the force of the other, much stronger guys. He heard someone’s pants fall to the ground… Then something weighing down on his nose, forcing him to turn his head slightly downwards.


“Prrrppp…..” A quiet, yet drawn out fart blew in through the nose holes, making Liam cough and shake his head desperately, his lungs and nostrils burning with disgust. He almost threw up in his mouth, but the massive gag didn’t allow anything to flow out, so he was forced to swallow his slobber back down, feeling incredibly sick


The other men laughed, before another fart was forced down his nose; at that point, he seriously contemplated pulling away from the tubes in his nostrils, but he knew that that wouldn’t stop the stinky gasses from entering his mask. He blew and gasped, trying to clear his airways out, with a bit of snot collecting in the tubes that made it increasingly harder to breathe.


Liam was already getting tired and weak beyond words, his head spinning and hurting like hell because of the fear and dehydration. The group kept slapping, tickling and hitting him from all directions, until his reactions became less and less intense, his movements more and more sluggish.


“Y’all reckon we should give him water?” Someone from the group said, reviving hope for the fursuiter for a little while, only for that hope to be completely destroyed by his handler once again.


“Nah, can’t keep doing this for long. Security’s gonna find us. Let’s just keep tormenting him until he drops, then I’ll take the suit and we’ll be on our way.”


The others agreed, and another wave of torture began: by that time, the men had perfectly figured out where Liam’s most ticklish spots were, sending him into fits of laughing, crying and moaning every time they touched his nipples or tickled his belly. They plugged his nose hole for seconds at a time, making him panic and trash until they finally let him breathe again, only for the devilish cycle to continue.


The desperate fursuiter kept resisting until the very end, but eventually the exhaustion overpowered him. Giving out one last, painful cry, he collapsed onto the ground. No matter how hard his handler tugged on his leash or how loudly the others yelled at him, he wasn’t getting up: the suit was ready to be taken back, leaving one confused, disappointed furry behind, with only the trauma, and a juicy 50 dollar note missing from his wallet to remind him of what he had to endure.