Normal, you guess

Your clothes are stripped from you and put into a locker, and then Master Don begins pulling out your outfit. It is a leather hood with a latex boi shirt that goes about your midriff, with boi shorts that are more like underwear, seeing as they look like they would leave your cock and asshole exposed. Rubber hand and foot mitts complete the ensemble.

First, you are lubed up, and Don’s rough hands feel good on your soft body, and he pulls the shirt over and rubs it too, his lubed hands feeling exhilarating through the latex. He then pulls on the latex boi shorts, and they are skin-tight. He also fondles your cock while he puts them on, making it spring to life. Discovering more about yourself with every moment it would seem. You didn’t know if it was the latex or the man’s touch or the lube that was arousing you, possibly all three.

Then came the mitts, which formed a hollow rubber bubble around your hands and feet stopping you from using them effectively. They definitely took time getting used to. Unfortunately, you only had a bit of time. Finally, came the hood. Shaped like Doberman or Rottweiler, you weren’t sure it fit snug, and sealed snug with an attached leather collar which was padlocked through. “Padlocks only come off for winning puppies.” You don’t fail to notice that your mouth is still fully accessible, and you can hear the bar from all the way back here, meaning the first round is almost ready to start.

“Now, the goal of the wrestling match is to get the other pup to cum first. If you do that, then you will win the match and proceed to the next round. Lose, and you will be on the auction block first. If you want an advantage, then I have something you can do…” He grips his leather bulge as you look up at him.