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Jake had always loved Halloween. Every year, he looked forward to slipping into some ridiculous costume, drinking too much, and parading around the neighborhood, scaring children and adults alike. This year, though, he'd stumbled across something different—something that was both cheap and striking. A rubber werewolf costume in a dingy secondhand store, complete with a full-body suit, mask, and a strange necklace. The costume was surprisingly detailed. The dark brown rubber stretched over the body, with a lighter shade on the belly and chest, giving it a faux-realistic look.

When he brought it home, he was buzzing with excitement. He examined every part of the suit before pulling it on. The rubber felt cool and a bit slick as it clung to his skin, perfectly snug. It was tight, but it gave just the right amount of stretch. The sensation was oddly stimulating—more than any costume should be. Jake figured it was just because the suit was skintight, pressing against his body in a way that heightened every little touch.

He grinned as he zipped the orange zipper from his belly to his chest, ending just beneath his throat. The costume fit perfectly. He found the necklace at the bottom of the box, the silver wolf pendant gleaming in the dim light of his apartment. He shrugged and slipped it around his neck, feeling the cool rubber press against his skin. That was when the sensations started to change. What had been mildly stimulating before now sent sharp jolts of pleasure rippling through his body. His mind fogged with arousal, but something was wrong—his penis and balls felt compressed, like they were caught in a tight, unyielding bulge.

The sensations focused there, teasing, but never offering any real relief. His heart began to race as the arousal built to unbearable levels, but his manhood remained trapped, unable to fully experience the pleasure. His breath quickened. His pulse pounded in his ears, but no release came.

He reached for the mask, but before he could even touch it, the thing moved. It floated, hovering above the box as if controlled by some unseen force. Jake blinked, disoriented, as the mask rotated toward him. The visor inside began to glow, swirling with hypnotic colors. His eyes locked onto the patterns, unable to look away.

Slowly, the mask drifted closer. His mouth opened involuntarily, stretching wider than should be possible as a thick, rubbery dildo emerged from the mask and slid between his lips. It pushed deep into his throat, gagging him, but he couldn't stop it. It felt as if it was part of the mask's spell. His mind was overwhelmed with sensory overload—pleasure, fear, and now, this choking pressure.

Two rubber tubes shot out from the nostrils of the mask, burrowing into his own. They snaked down his throat, merging with the tubes that had already entered his mouth. His body jerked in protest, but it was futile. He couldn’t breathe through his mouth anymore—only through the mask.

The mask lowered itself fully onto his face, sealing perfectly with the rubber suit and making it impossible to remove. He could feel the zipper disappear beneath the skin, the rubber layers joining seamlessly. His mind screamed, but all he could do was make muffled noises around the phallic gag now firmly lodged in his mouth.

Then, his body began to move on its own. He was aware, but distant, watching helplessly as the suit controlled him. His voice no longer belonged to him—it let out deep, guttural growls and howls like some feral beast. His limbs moved, not at his command, but the suit's. It pulled him forward, his feet moving toward the door, his chest heaving as the artificial breath filled his lungs in a slow, rhythmic pattern.

Jake's arousal remained, ever-present and agonizing. The suit denied him any release, keeping him on edge, constantly teased. The null bulge over his crotch pressed tighter, like a cruel chastity belt. His mind was fuzzy, slipping between consciousness and a primal state of arousal as the suit manipulated his body like a puppet.

Out into the night, Jake—the rubber werewolf—ran. The darkness of the forest beckoned, a place where the cursed could roam freely, where no one would find him, trapped in this monstrous form.