How to Enter Dragon Heaven P1

Story by Serathin on SoFurry

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#1 of Dragon Heaven

This is a rather long story that will be turned into a book, a guy gets bothered by his friends to join him in a rubber club with a very particular set of rules... namely that one must be in a rubber dragon suit to even get in.

Edited by texotic

This book will eventually be on sale, along with all the other ones that can be found there or at my Dealer's Den booth. Also patreon's got to see this story months ago, even at one dollar!

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Shawn's stomach had been in knots all day, sitting in the chair of his apartment while he watched the sun go down. He was like that ever since his two friends had called him at his workplace and told him that they had secured a weekend pass for him at Dragon Heaven, one of the premier nightclub establishments that had cropped up a few years ago in the middle of town. It had instantly become the place to be and a fixture of the city, even though it had garnered a rather... interesting reputation. Strangely it only increased the standing of the club in the eyes of most of the public, including two of his friends that had been trying to get him to go there for months.

After all his excuses had run dry he could no longer refuse their invite, and the very next week was when he got the fateful call about their fortunate luck. He pressed his hands against his scalp and ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to fight off the nervousness he felt about the whole situation. Not only was he about to go to an exclusive club that was invite only, but it was good for the entire weekend. He figured if it was only for the night he could fake it for a few hours and go home, but an entire weekend was a bit long to potentially waste if it wasn't a good time. Still, he didn't want to disappoint his friends and he trusted them enough that he was willing to give it a shot.

A buzz on his phone indicated that his friends were downstairs waiting for him, and with a measured sigh he grabbed it and walked out. He felt weird leaving in just normal street clothes, but his friends were insistent that he didn't need any special club attire and that everything would be provided for him when he got there. It was yet one more thing that made him nervous, but he figured that his friends would explain everything to him. When he got down to the road his friend's car was already there, both of them in the front seats waving him in.

"So did you puke yet?" The driver said as he looked back at Shawn.

"Shut up, Mitch," Shawn replied, which caused both of them to laugh. "Are you absolutely sure I don't need anything for the entire weekend?"

"The club's got you covered man," the other guy replied with a grin.

"Just leave everything to Conrad and I," Mitch replied as he turned around to look at Shawn with a similar smile. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you."

The drive from his apartment to downtown on a Friday night took longer than he had expected, especially with the traffic as people tried to get to all the events and entertainment that it had to offer. Mitch drove them to a nearby parking garage where they offered long term and paid for the weekend before driving up to the first available spot. When they got out Shawn was still found himself shaking slightly from his nerves and took a second to catch his breath. His friends locked the door but also didn't take any bags with them, either, as they walked out of the parking garage and back onto the city streets.

From there the three walked through the busy crowds to Dragon Heaven, which unlike most of the establishments didn't have a line waiting to get in. It made sense since the nightclub was invite only, and also made Shawn all the warier. He could see the eyes of the others that passed by on the streets, looks of curiosity and jealousy on their faces as they entered the establishment. When they stepped inside the lobby Shawn realized that it used to be an old movie theater, complete with a ticket booth in the middle behind a pane of glass.

"Welcome to Dragon Heaven," Mitch said as he gestured to the lobby. "Well, the entryway at least. Normally we'd just scan our cards and get into the changing area, but since you're new here you have to get properly inducted. Your escort should be here any minute now in order to get you prepared, then we'll get ready while you get set-up and then we'll go in together. I can't wait to see you when you get done."

The more his friends talked about it the more Shawn wondered if it was too late to back out. What type of club needed someone special to come and get you prepared? His thoughts began to go to darker and darker places as he waited, but when the door opened and what would be his guide walked through, his mind immediately went to a completely different place.

The man who introduced himself to Shawn stood nearly a foot taller than him and had a muscular body that was covered only by a later of skintight, black rubber scales that shined in the light. The man's suit was so intricate that he couldn't take his eyes off of it, everything from a pair of white horns and claws to large draconic feet that were angled perfectly to give off the bestial appearance while still able to walk on two legs. He even had a pair of contacts on that covered his sclera to give him the appearance of golden reptilian eyes that looked down at him. "Is this our newest potential member?" he asked as Shawn continued to stare at him in awe until his friend's elbow in his chest made him realize what he was doing.

"You bet it is!" Conrad said as he moved Shawn forward. "Shawn, this is Brutus, he's the club's welcoming committee. He's going to make sure you understand all the rules and get you suited up. Once he's done with you we'll meet you back here in the lobby, alright? Great!"

Before Shawn could ask any questions his friends bailed on him, swiping their cards at a side door of the lobby and going through it to leave him alone with the rubber-suited dragon man. "I uh..." Shawn started to say as he looked back up at Brutus. "I... didn't realize that there would be rules and such... or that I would need a suit. Maybe I'm not a good fit for this after all, I can just get a cab home, and if you could tell my friends that would be great."

"Nonsense," the larger male replied as he clasped a hand on Shawn's shoulder. "If they didn't believe you were the right fit for the club they wouldn't have put their necks on the line to get you a pass here. Now then, we have plenty of rental suits in our changing area that you are more than welcome to try out during the duration of your stay here. Follow me."

Brutus led Shawn through a different door on the opposite side of the lobby, one that seemed to lead to a long hallway that ran parallel to the theater. It was a long walk from the front to the back, and as they did the rubber-covered male gave a rundown of the rules that he would have to follow while he was with the club. The first and most important thing was that he couldn't enter the club proper without wearing a dragon suit, if he was ever found in the area without it he would be escorted out immediately. The second was that while he was outside of the club he was able to still wear the suit, but due to city regulations he couldn't be exposed or engage in sexual acts while in public. Those appeared to be the big ones, after that Brutus went on to explain the club itself and that Shawn would learn most of the ropes when he experienced it himself.

Shawn felt the knots in his stomach twist even tighter from the man's explanation. What if he did something that embarrass his friends, or worse, that got them kicked out as well? Still, he at least knew what the guy was talking about when it came to wearing suits in public as it was only recently that the city council had changed certain provisions to allow them to do so. It caused a bit of a controversy, but eventually the club won out and more than a few times Shawn had seen dragon-suited males wandering about. He was always in awe that they were able to do that, if he was in one of those suits he was fairly certain he'd never take a step out in public with it on.

Just as he got to thinking about the suits he reached a set of double doors that Brutus said led to the backstage of the club. The rubber dragon suiter took out a key and unlocked them, then pushed them open and allowed Shawn to step inside. Once the lights flickered to life he was taken aback by the number of rubber dragon suits he saw housed there. The entire backstage area was filled with racks of them, all in different colors and shapes and with a number of different adornments as well. He continued to stand there in awe until Brutus cleared his throat and motioned for him to go and see if he could find something that called to him.

Shawn just nodded and began to walk, his mind overwhelmed by the sheer choice that was presented to him. He had never been the most decisive sort, and to have such a large number of choices in front of him proved to be rather daunting. Still, he was more than willing to look at them as he went through the racks. They had western styles, eastern styles, and even ones with or without wings or tails. The only similarity was they were all made of rubber and were a full suit from head to toe, just like the one Brutus wore as he followed behind.

As he was about to cross over from the western styles to the eastern ones he suddenly stopped mid-step and turned to his side. There he found a rubber dragon costume that had a touch of an aquatic nature to it, the hands and feet were webbed and there were earfins on the head. It also had a pair of silver horns that swept back from the skull and a pair of shoulder talons of a similar nature. For the first time since he had walked in he no longer felt nervous or anxious as he pulled the dark blue rubber suit off the rack and looked it, his hands traveling from the scales to the bright red ventral scales on the inside.

"It appears we have a winner," Brutus said as he came up behind Shawn. "Why don't we go ahead and get you into that so you can have a night of fun with your friends, I'm sure they're waiting for you."

While he had never specifically said he wanted that suit in particular, the other male made a good point that if he took too long here he would cause his friends to wait, something he didn't want to do after they were nice enough to get him this pass in the first place. Plus, from the looks of it he could always trade out suits later as he was escorted towards the back where a large fitting room had been constructed. Shawn took the suit inside with him, but before he could undo his jacket he suddenly found the room occupied with Brutus as well.

"You're going to want someone to help you the first time," Brutus said with a smirk. "Trust me. After that, though, it's like riding a bike."

Though Shawn was a little leery of letting the other man help him, it would be better than him flailing about for an hour. He quickly stripped down to his underwear and then reached for the suit, only for the rubber-suited dragon to pull it away from him and shake his head before pointing at the remaining garment. Though it made sense since they appeared to be rather obviously skintight it still caused him some trepidation, but as he saw the slightly impatient look on Brutus' face he swallowed hard and took them off, as well. After taking a second to take in the bizarre fact that he was now naked in the back of a club with a man in a rubber dragon suit, he quickly grabbed the one he had chosen and began to slide into the hole at the neck.

The first thing that surprised Shawn was the amount of give that it had, especially since it was his bare skin unaided by anything that would have allowed easier access. When he got his toes to the ones in the suit they slid in nearly perfect with only the slight need for adjustment, wiggling the silver, rubber claws and stretching out the webbing between the toes before he moved it up to his hips. "This is the part that gets most people," Brutus said as he leaned forward. "Now I'm going to touch your junk to get you to slide you into the suit's sheath. Is that alright, or are you going to jump into the ceiling?"

It took more than a second for Shawn to realize what the other male was asking, but at this point he had already gotten completely naked in front of the guy and at least he asked first. Still, even as he nodded he felt a little strange when the man's black-rubber coated hands reached inside his suit, one of them securing his maleness while the other grabbed some hidden fold. Shawn had to bite his lip not to get aroused from the sensation as the other man expertly guided it in before he pulled back, his dick now completely enveloped in what felt like a tube of latex as he was told to continue to pull it up. When he got to the chest Shawn once more required help from Brutus, only this time it was far less awkward as the two males worked together to get his arms guided into the suit.

Once everything was said and down Shawn looked at himself in the mirror, his human head sitting on top of a shiny dragon body. It was amazing how well the dark blue and red material fit as he turned around to look at himself, there wasn't a single seam or crease out of place as it moved with him. Once he had given himself a close inspection he had one last piece to put on, the dragon hood bunched up against the back of his neck. He continued to stare at himself in the mirror as he reached back and pulled it over his head, the last of his humanity disappearing underneath rubber as he continued to pull on the seam until it overlapped with the one on his neck.

Shawn could hear the sound of his own breathing as he looked at himself in the mirror and adjusted the rubber so that his eyes saw out of the holes in the mask. As the cool rubber heated up it seemed to suction itself to his skin, and when he opened his mouth he was surprised to find the muzzle of the suit did the same. Part of him wondered how he even got out of such a thing that clung so tightly to his body, but when he asked Brutus he reassured him that he just needed to break the seal between the seam of the bottom of his neck to the top of his chest and the suit would come right off. Shawn nodded, watching as the rubber dragon in the mirror did so as well.

"Congratulations," Brutus said as he walked behind Shawn and adjusted the large latex wings so they drooped realistically behind him and did the same with his tail. "You're going to make a fine dragon." Shawn could feel himself blush at the compliment, but before he could say anything else Brutus gestured to the door of the changing room. "Shall we meet up with your friends now?"

A few minutes later the two made their way back to the front lobby where they saw two others waiting, dressed up in similar vulcanized draconic attire. Shawn couldn't believe that the two, one of whom was a purple-scaled eastern dragon with a synthetic lavender mane that ran from the top of his head to the tip of his tail while the other was a standard bronze-scaled western, were actually his friends. Had they not started to shout excitedly at how good he looked he would have thought they were complete strangers. It made sense now why some were able to so freely walk around with them since he would have never identified the two on the street.

With Shawn deposited back with the other two Brutus gave them all a fond farewell before walking back through the door he had just came in. Once he was gone the eastern dragon, whom Shawn found out was Conrad, went up to the ticket booth and pressed the red button that was just inside it on the counter. A few moments later Shawn's eyes widened once again as someone who must have been a professional bodybuilder squeezed their way into the booth, his gleaming pearlescent scales tight against his pectorals as he looked down at the three. Without another word the club's gatekeeper nodded at them and then left the booth while the lobby doors swung open automatically.

As they walked inside Shawn immediately got the vibe of a nightclub, the music was heavy in the air as colored lights flashed about. What had once been a theatre stage had been retrofitted with dancing poles as cages hung in the air with people dancing in them. The terraced seating had been leveled off to make room for the club itself, booths and tables adorned one area while a bar sat in the other serving drinks. The only difference it seemed between this area and a typical nightclub were the fact that everyone was in a rubber dragon outfit just like the one he was in.

"C'mon, let's get you a drink!" Conrad shouted as he and the other two made their way through the throng of people towards the bar. Every time someone rubbed up against his rubber-clad body with their own it caused him to shudder in pleasure, though he made sure not to get too aroused by the sensation. The last thing he wanted to do was pop an erection while in the club, though as he passed by one or two others it appeared it wasn't all too frowned upon as he saw their latex-covered cocks flopped out of the slit in their suit.

When they did get to the bar Shawn almost immediately had a glass pushed into his hand, and once all three had one they clinked them together as they toasted their friend's first step into a new life. As Shawn downed the sweet beverage Mitch said he saw someone he needed to talk to and excused himself, which left him and Conrad to talk while they waited for him to return. After a few minutes the music stopped and everyone on the dance floor stopped dancing as they looked around in anticipation. Shawn was unsure of what was happening, but when he looked back to Conrad he saw his friend with a smirk on his muzzle that caused him to get nervous once again.

"I have a very special announcement to make here," a voice that sounded a lot like Mitch came over the speakers suddenly. "I am pleased to say that we have a brand new dragon in our little slice of heaven here today. If we could get two of our handlers to go and collect him at the bar, we need to make sure that he is properly introduced into our fold!"

There was a loud cheer as everyone suddenly turned back towards the bar and their eyes locked onto Shawn, who swallowed nervously and began to back away until two men came up to him. "Where do you think you're going, handsome?" one of them said, his black rubber scales shining with an orange iridescence to them like a fiery oil slick. "Name's Pyre, and I'm here to make sure that the man of the hour gets to the stage along with my cohort here."

The second dragon was also of a western type, but his rubber scales seemed to shift with metallic blues, silvers, and white swirled in random patterns. He introduced himself as Tundra, and before Shawn could say anything he had secured a rubber collar around his neck that had a leash on it that he held. Shawn had no idea what to do as they started to make their way towards the stage and he remained frozen in place until a tug on his new collar told him to start moving forward. At that point the only thing he could do was move forward, bowing his head slightly as he heard the cheers from the other rubber-suited dragons in the audience that cleared a path for them.

"Since you're a first timer it's only right that you get to perform for us," Pyre said as he started to walk up the stairs to the stage while those that had been previously dancing quickly vacated it. "Of course we're all here to help, so we're going to make sure that you have everything you need to properly entertain us. Tundra, make sure he doesn't go anywhere from stage fright while I go get my things."

The other dragon just smiled at him as he held onto the leash, which with the muscles that Shawn could see under those latex scales it was clear he was stronger than him. He started to be amazed just how many buff men were at this club, though with how well the suits showed off their figure it would make sense. What concerned him more; however, was the fact he stood nervously on stage while dozens of club patrons stared up at him expectantly. He wasn't exactly sure how or what he was supposed to perform, but it wasn't long before he felt the other dragon come up behind him and loop something around his head.

There were catcalls and cheers from the audience as Pyre secured the rubber muzzle to Shawn's head, which prevented him from talking at all as it was tightened around him. When he brought up his hands to touch them both Pyre and Tundra struck, his handlers clamping thick rubber cuffs to his wrists connected to heavy rubber straps. Those straps were connected to the nearby dancing poles and tightened to the point where Shawn could no longer bring his arms down. The crowd was quickly being riled up into a frenzy as he tried to move his arms, only to find them restricted somewhat as the two dragons did the same to his ankles.

"Looks like we got ourselves a prime specimen here," Pyre said as he gestured to the restrained dragon-suited males. "As is tradition here in Dragon Heaven, we have our little exhibitionist up here to show off his new suit to everyone in attendance. You want him to do a twirl? Maybe dance to a song? We'll make sure that happens for your enjoyment!"

Shawn swallowed hard as he felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment as he received more catcalls from the audience. The music began to play again as he was told to perform for the crowd like a good dragon, and despite the fact that he could have demanded to be released and go home, it felt as though he didn't have a choice. With the bright lights being shined on the stage he couldn't tell where his friends were, but he knew that they were likely having a good time at his expense as well as someone told him to turn around and show himself off and he found himself doing so. "Looks like this one is already well adapted to that position," Tundra finally spoke, causing the audience to laugh as Shawn's two handlers smirked.

As Shawn continued to remain there with his back turned to the audience, out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the dragon-suited males from the dance floor hop up on stage and walk straight towards him. His two handlers let the other male come up to him and with a strong push bent him over, then took the dark blue and red tail of the dragon suit and lifted it up. There were hoots and hollers as Shawn's latex-clad rear was completely exposed for everyone to see, which only caused his embarrassment to grow deeper. After the show was over he was told to turn around again, and before he realized it the crowd erupted into another loud cheer as he faced them.

He hadn't realized it until he stood up again, but as Shawn looked down he saw his cock had pushed its way out of the rubber slit of the suit. It was sheathed in bright blue rubber molded to an approximation of a dragon dick, its ribbed length tapered at the end as it throbbed out in the open. "Hey Tundra, I think he likes it!" Pyre shouted, Shawn hanging there in his restraints in shame. "I think he's going to fit in just fine here, let's make him feel right at home!"

Shawn was unaware of how long he hung there as his reflective rubber body became the centerpiece for the night, his cock still hanging out of the rubber slit. Others told him to flex his muscles, get on all fours and wag his butt, or thrust into the air with his still-hard cock. The stimulation of the rubber pressed against the sensitive flesh made it nearly impossible for him to get soft again, at least that's what he tried to tell himself as the night wore on. When the time finally came to shut down the club for the night, which at that point was early morning, Shawn was completely exhausted and hung from the restraints.

Suddenly he felt a pair of hands reach out under him and hoist him up as the restraints were taken off his body, all save for the collar and leash as the two self-declared handlers helped him to his feet and gave him a bottle of water. "You did good out there, fresh rubber," Tundra said as he patted Shawn on the back. "Want us to give you a lift home?"

"That's alright, I came with..." Shawn's words trailed off as he looked out over the club and, now that the lights were off, could see that his friends were not among the few dragons that remained. "...friends."

The two dragons chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "No worries," Pyre said. "We can get you home safe, you've had a long night."

"But... my suit..."

"Don't worry bout that," Tundra replied as he reached down and tucked in Shawn's still-hanging member before he motioned for him to follow. Shawn walked behind the two dragons as they led him outside and towards a different parking area. Despite it being nearly four in the morning there were still people about celebrating the night life, and it took him a second to acclimate to the fact that he was in a rubber dragon suit among them. He tried to keep his eyes averted, but every so often he would catch a glimpse and saw varying looks from interest to lust.

Finally the dragons got him to their car and they drove down the nearly empty streets back to his home. Along the way they told him how good he was for his first time and complimented him on his style and performance. While Shawn was too tired to refute him he thought he hadn't done that well, though mentally he wondered if he was being too hard on himself. Eventually they got to his house and by that time Shawn had nearly fallen asleep in their back seat. It took both of the other dragons to hoist him up and help him to his front door where Pyre took the keys and unlocked it for him.

Once they were inside Pyre and Tundra dragged Shawn straight to his bedroom, tossing him on the bed. When Shawn tried to reach up to undo the seam Pyre smacked his hand told him to go to sleep, he could always undo it when he got up in the morning. Tundra took the time to write a note that he placed on the nightstand for Shawn to read once he got up in the morning. By the time the two had turned around and made it to the door Shawn was already asleep, his dreams filled with rubber dragons that flew around him as he slept peacefully in the dragon suit.

Both Tundra and Pyre walked out of the house and made sure that it was locked before they went back to their own car. "I remember when I was that beat after my induction to the club," Pyre said as he slid into the driver's seat. "He has no idea what's in store for him next."

"You got that right," Tundra replied. "I think we got a good thing going here, as long as his friends don't tell him that we paid them off to ditch him at the club with us."

Pyre just grinned and started the car. "I talked to their master," Pyre said. "We don't have to worry about a thing, this one is ours."