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An empty control room lined with computer screens and switch panels overlooks a loud, bustling hotel event hall. It is an enormous and decorated space with a bar, hundreds of tables, and a dancefloor. The many video screens seen here and there in the room presently display three featureless rooms, each containing a disoriented and frustrated looking male. The hall is packed wall-to-wall with excited visitors. One might find the assemblage peculiar for a number of reasons, but predominantly for the fact that they are entirely male; a hodge-podge of leather-bound and licentious characters. Given their location however this is not so surprising.

This is The Rujiao. Ostensibly a hotel, this massive, modern building functions in truth more as a hub of a black-market persons trade. Its unscrupulous and mysterious owner, Ruel, possesses supernatural powers which make him uniquely suited to please those with alternative sexual tastes and he has made a lucrative business of abduction. Those taken by Ruel are transformed, bound, or costumed to suit the customer's tastes. The mogul's command of all things latex and shining have led to his hotel becoming a hotspot for the perverted elite. Proud hedonism and sexual servitude are to be expected here. The assemblage of excited men has gathered in the event hall for a premier event.

Above the revelry the door to the control room is opened and loudly slammed. A gloved hand flicks the room's light switch bathing the technology in pleasant red and white mood lighting just bright enough to allow for working the controls without disrupting the atmosphere of the party below. Two friends in the midst of jovial conversation stumble into the room.

"-It changes what the wearer says?! Haha! Oh that is great. So what did he do?" Says one, a ghastly looking dog wearing only violet, silken trousers.

"Well, Grant, he was begging to be fucked right? So, I did only what he asked me to do." Replies a blue furred wolf wearing a sleeveless, red unitard of form-fitting latex. The pair approach the console, Grant with his arm around the wolf's shoulders. They set their drinks down on the console desk as the laughter subsides.

"Ruel that is delicious. He must have been mortified. Damn your twisted ideas." Grant says, a genuine grin clashing with his soulless black eyes. "This is going to be a great time."

"Thanks friend." Ruel replies, clinking glasses with his guest.

Ruel's sordid guest goes by the name Grant and while not much is known regarding his past and private life he is a VIP in Rujiao. What is widely known and admired by some is his nearly limitless magical ability. He can, apparently, bend reality to his whims with little effort. This paired with his singularly sadistic and twisted mind make him a character one would do well not to offend. The dog, with his blank eyes and generally unhinged manner, is plainly untrustworthy. He is the dismal sort who exudes an aura of general unease. Though when paired with the similarly perverted Ruel the canines appear disarmingly affable. Grant in his potency grants magical favors for Ruel who in turn allows the dog unhindered access to his twisted inn.

"I threw some surprises in there for you, you know." Grant says.

"Oh that wasn't necessary. But, I may have slipped one or two in for you as well." Ruel replies with a smirk.

"Fun for the whole family I'm sure?" The dog asks with a brow raised.

"Yes. Absolutely." Ruel says in deadpan before a lewd grin curls the corners of his muzzle. "Ok, shall we?" The wolf navigates the dizzying console to find his desired volume slider. Upon drawing it toward his body the music in the hall below is quieted and all heads turn toward the control room. The revelers fly into an uproar at the sudden revelation of the hotel owner's presence. After a moment the wolf quiets them by raising a gloved hand. He pulls one of the many microphones in the booth closer to address the crowd.

"How is everyone feeling tonight?!" Ruel says spiritedly. The crowd naturally explodes once more in cheers and shouts. "I thought so. But, tell me, are you all ready for the first annual Rujiao Pleasure Maze event?!" The crowd erupts again with even greater volume. "You all know my friend Grant, I'm sure. It's because of him that this event is possible. Listen as I explain the rules. Especially you contestants." On the screens the three hapless men turn their attention to television screens in their otherwise empty rooms which evidently display Ruel and Grant as they exposit the rules of the event.

"Grant has made a maze out of Rujiao. Every hotel room exit has been replaced with a portal which will lead to a different room or hallway. While the path is labyrinthine there are two exits. If a contestant reaches one of the exits they will be set free, no strings attached. However, and this is the fun part, the hotel rooms are home to conditions and traps which must be overcome to continue to the next room. Also, some room portals will lead to 'dead ends.' If the contestant passes through one of these they will be instantly disqualified... and possibly imprisoned." Ruel pauses for dramatic effect. "Travel through the rooms, complete the tasks, and win your freedom! Let's meet our contestants. The tiger stud on Screen 1 is Tanish, a reporter. He's been getting a bit too close to my Rujiao dealings for my liking so I decided he would make a perfect contestant for your little pleasure maze. Of course his toned and round, er ... assets were totally incidental to the decision. Grant who is this man on Screen 2?" Ruel says.

"This is Pete, I met him this morning in a coffee shop. I started a friendly conversation and asked offhand if there is anything he wishes for. Coincidentally he said that he has always wished he could be on a game show. Well today is your lucky day Pete, you are now a contestant on the Pleasure Maze Show." Grant explains waving at the confused man on the screen.

"What a good friend you are." Ruel says. "And lastly, I think a few of you will recognize this character." Screen 3 enlarges to zoom in on a thickly built grey wolf standing defiantly with scowl and crossed arms. "Contestant number three has been on my shit list for a long time. Aldo here works as hired muscle for the mob and is infamously homophobic. I've gotten a number of requests for him to be given a taste of our Rujiao hospitality." This last comment causes the assemblage to boo loudly. The wolf, evidently hearing them, shows the camera his middle finger. "Isn't he a nice? Oooh I can't wait to watch you squirm." Ruel adds.

"Ruel, I'm dying to start. The crowd is ready. Let's get this party started." Grant says.

"Absolutely. Without further ado, let the first annual Rujiao Pleasure Maze begin!"

• Contestant One: Tanish -

Tanish Dey, pacing in his featureless cell blinks his eyes and suddenly finds himself in a swank penthouse. He stumbles backward, startled. He stands in a grand kitchen which appears to have had the majority of its cutlery and fixtures removed. The den which lies ahead is comprised of two elegant loveseats and an expensive-looking table. Just as Tanish is beginning to think his time in Ruel's cell was a hallucination or nightmare he hears the crackling of electronic speakers followed by the sounds of cheering and the voice of the wolf who had abducted him.

"Tanish, you're up first, choose your door." Ruel says. The tiger is understandably confused and frightened.

"Why Ruel? Why did I have to get put on his assignment?" Tanish mumbles while speeding to a pair of double doors with paned windows. He can see the night sky outside. He grips the door handles tightly and yanks. They do not budge. They are so resolute in fact that the doors do not shake. It is as if they are a part of the wall.

"Come on tiger. The only way out of here is through the maze, I can promise you that." Grant says. "Choose your path."

Tanish struggles further with the door, only conceding defeat when his arms begin to ache. He turns around to examine his options. The room's windows are skylights and are out of reach and there are three doorways. Deciding he might as well play their game and earn his freedom the tiger approaches the doorway beside the kitchen in which he had so recently appeared. The open doorway is filled with a white, opaque screen; apparently the portal Ruel had spoken of. It shimmers faintly and forbids preview of whatever may lie beyond.

"This is a mistake. There's no winning with him. God, I'm never going to see my family again." The tiger stands before the portal shaking his head.

"Jesus what a pussy cat. Come on big man, let's go." Grant chides, the crowd cheers.

Swallowing, Tanish steps decisively through the portal. He passes through the electrifying membrane and is completely baffled when he finds himself standing in the lobby of Rujiao. The hall is a high-ceilinged affair with leather and lace décor. A pair of drunken partyers dressed in form-fitting fetish gear marvels at the tiger's sudden appearance. Through an arched doorway ahead and on Tanish's right he can hear the drone of the audience and his captor's voices.

"Oooh, dead end on his first room. That is unfortunate." Grant announces.

"The lobby? What trap is this?" Ruel asks in genuine surprise.

"I call this one 'The Fountain Trap.' I hope you enjoy it." Grant says.

In his ecstasy Tanish hardly notices Grant and Ruel's speaking. Thinking that a tremendous stroke of luck allowed him to defeat the maze on his first try the tiger runs headlong toward the beckoning doors to the outside world. When he is halfway toward his destination he is frozen in place. His shoes are stuck to the tiles below. Furthermore he is sinking steadily into the ground.

"Huh? Nnng, damn. Stuck." Tanish struggles to release his paws while a second change takes place. The black tiles around him are congealing together to form a slinking mass. This viscous blob begins climbing and consuming Tanish's body.

"Ahh! Get it off!" Tanish yells. He remembers the two party goers who continue to watch his plight. "H-hey, you guys got to help me, quick." The pair only laugh and watch with greater interest as he is slowly coated. His clothes are seemingly absorbed into the mass as it spreads and the blob is altering his outward appearance. Consumed now up to his waist the tiger finds that his legs are encased within the substance and appear muscular and thick thanks to the mold. When the passing pair notice the toned look of Tanish's legs they are doubly excited and begin muttering to one another. The substance forms a small dildo which works its way into the tiger's anus before widening continuously. It is hollow to allow entry and unfortunately has the effect of giving Tanish a stiff erection. He is given a firm, round butt and svelte hips by the mass. His dick is coated which doesn't feel entirely unpleasant. Then the tiger's torso is consumed leaving him with enviable abs and ballooned pectorals. Tanish struggles all along, but makes no progress. The rubber is pliable, but firm. The most he can do is budge his coated parts slightly.

As the substance winds its way down his arms they are contorted into a 'flexing' position. Sure enough the trap gives him the appearance of having huge, strong arm muscles.

"No, no, no I was so close." Tanish shouts. The two passersby approach.

Tanish twitches and jostles his stiffly covered body in vain. Thick 'muscle' compounds around his neck before a hood of rubber descends on his face trapping it as well.

"Hmm?! Mm-mm!" The tiger grunts and moans beneath the tiger mask which grins cockily. With the blob's work completed Tanish stands as a nude, pitch-black, muscular statue with his anus open and inviting and with his cock dribbling pre. His form jostles every now and then when he makes a strong attempt to escape, but his statuesque prison holds. He is thoroughly trapped with the doors that would lead to his freedom only thirty feet away. Now thoroughly invested in the imprisoned tiger the revelers stroke and grope his pliable musculature. Poor Tanish learns that despite the thickness of the substance he is somehow more sensitive to touch than he would be normally. The teasing claws and wandering tongues excite him. Soon one of the burly visitors makes his way to Tanish's rear and after pinching his perfect ass plunges his cock inside and humps the trapped tiger with abandon.

"So what do you think?" Grant asks Ruel.

"Very nice. Very creative. He will make a fine centerpiece for the lobby. Though, I do have one question. Why do you call it 'The Fountain' trap?" Ruel says

"Have a look." Grant says.

"Phmm! Mmmnnn." Tanish moans loudly as he blows a huge load of cum from inside his prison. It flies through the air landing in a puddle on the floor.

"Ah I see!" Ruel says before adding in a whisper to his hired hand, "Smith can we get a bucket for the new fountain please? A large one. Thank you."

• Contestant Two: Pete -

Pete, an average-looking man stands alone in a modest Rujiao hotel room. He is naturally terrified of his situation. Though he knows he hasn't wronged Grant or Ruel directly so he is hopeful that if he plays by their rules he will be able to navigate their twisted maze and earn his freedom. Having seen Tanish's fate Pete knows not to trust even the floor he stands on. He briskly hops toward the portal which is the small room's only exit.

"Well, here I go." Pete mutters before boldly stepping through the portal.

"What a good sport. I like this guy." Grant comments.

Pete appears in a long hallway of shut doors. It is dimly lit, but in the distance Pete can see a rack holding clothing of some kind. He decides that this must be his condition for opening the doors and makes his approach. Though he does test and yank the doors he passes to no avail. This hallway is windowless as well, enhancing his feeling of entrapment.

As Pete approaches the garment he notices that it is shining and presumably made of latex or leather. Upon closer inspection he learns that it is a lion suit.

"Aha, a classic. The latex lion suit. Alright Pete, you'll have to take off your clothes and slip this sexy suit on to move forward." Rule informs.

Pete drops the suit which he had been inspecting. "What?! I'm not putting this on. You guys are sick."

"Pete it's not like you have to wear it forever. If you make it to one of the exits you can change right out of it." Ruel says. "And besides you'll be stuck in this hall until you put it on."

"Man, I do not like this." Pete mumbles. He begins to disrobe while facing a corner of the room with no video camera coverage. He takes the lion suit in hand after removing his underwear. "So as soon as I'm out of the maze I can take it off?" Pete asks.

"Yes. Absolutely." Grant says flatly

Pete steps inside the legs of the suit. The feet paws are padded and bear thick claws. The suit is surprisingly bulky because it gives the wearer a toned, enviable figure. Inside the leonine legs Pete's doughy, shapeless thighs look sexy and fit. The suit has a big, tufted lion tail which hangs heavily from Pete's backside. He was discomforted to find that his penis would have to fit inside of a dick sleeve which looks like the red, barbed cock of a lion. The upper body of the suit is as bulky as the bottom portion. Pete feels plodding and heavy in the fake musculature. Pete's hands fit tightly inside very thickly padded handpaws. The pudgy fingers bear external paw pads and big, rubbery claws. Pete is very worried about the diminished dexterity that accompanies the gloves. He carefully zips up the suit along its front side. The zipper runs through the abs and pectorals terminating at the neck. Finally Pete lowers the lion mask over his face. His mouth is within that of the lion and he looks from behind its glassy eyes. All in all the suit fits him disturbingly well. As soon as his hood is secure he hears the clicking open of dozens of doors. At length he turns around to inspect the hall and allow the camera a look.

"Wooo, look at that sexy lion. How do you feel?" Grant says.

Pete blushes furiously while holding his burly arm. "Embarassed..."

"Well you better move on then!" Ruel says.

Pete walks awkwardly in the lion paws. Given that he can't know what lies beyond the doors he arbitrarily chooses the nearest portal. Upon stepping through the shimmering field Pete finds himself standing in a lavish hotel room which, with a wall-wide window, overlooks the city. There are two queen sized beds and a table bearing an odd machine. It is a nondescript box bearing a single button. Beside this object on the table is a sign bearing the words "PRESS ME." The two exits from the room are locked so Pete surmises the button is his next trap or condition.

"Grant I think you are going to appreciate this one." Ruel says.

"Oooooh. What is it?" Grant says.

"Uuhgg. I know I'm going to regret this." Pete approaches the table and slowly presses the button.

For a moment the press has no visible effect. Then, slowly, Pete notices a pressure on his hands. The suit's paws are growing. The pads grows bulbous, the claws double in size. The paws which were merely difficult to manipulate are now nearly useless. He holds the paws in front of his face and tries desperately to pinch his super-thick index finger and thumb together, but cannot.

"Awww what?!" Pete groans.

"Oh my god. Look at those things! Mmph. I hope you find my exit." Grant says, confusing Pete. "I bet you can't even work the zipper with those puffy paws!"

"Shit!" Pete shouts. He brings an oversized paw to the chest and finds that the fingers are in fact too thick to fit between his mountainous pecs. He can't reach the zipper and if he could he wouldn't be able to pinch it.

"I know how much you love for the hands Grant." Ruel says.

"I want them in and around my mouth, at all times." Grant says with a laugh.

Pete had heard the doors open as soon as he pressed the button. He looks dismayingly at his huge, useless paws and shambles to the nearest portal. After stepping through the portal Pete arrives in a seemingly normal hotel bathroom.

"A bathroom? What do I do?" Pete asks.

"Step into the shower and find out." Ruel answers