Chad lay there exhausted panting. He was swimming in sweat inside his rubber dog suit, or at least it felt like that, but the rubber also felt like skin, it was so sensitive to the touch. Chad licked the last sticky rubbery drops of liquid from the tip of his permanently hard rubberized cock. He managed to stand upright in the tiny closet. The contractor who built it had been a little person, and Chad hadn't realized until now that he made the access only suitable for a person of his stature. It felt weird standing, but the wall provide support for the now four pawed Chad.
He couldn't believe it. He had jerked off before, and had sex before, but he had never orgasmed ten times before. He might be rubber, but if it meant he could orgasm ten times, it might not be so bad. The most he had ever done was 5 times, and the last load was only about a quarter the size of the other ones. Still he was a horny young man - er, had been. He felt his still waggily tail hit a two by four. He dropped down on all fours, and worked his way around to the passage to the hallway. He had to crouch a bit.
The man appeared to be gone, as the house was quiet. Even so, Chad was cautious as he pushed the secret panel open. He paused and listened. Then he closed the panel with his muzzle. He had a muzzle or snout. His nose and mouth extended out from his face. He headed to his bedroom, and found that it had been ransacked. The guy must have been looking for something besides Chad. Chad wondered what? He sniffed, and discovered the man left a sweet woody spicy odor, probably cologne. Chad's mind drifted, he was 69ing the stranger in his mind for a moment. He shook his head. There had to be a way out of this suit.
His paws banged on the keyboard hitting several keys at once. The screen flickered. Chad grabbed a pencil in his mouth, and began pecking at the keyboard with it.
Ten minutes later, he had done a google search, but was more confused than ever.