Act 0 
You would never expect to find a home in a place so desolate and so seemingly inhospitable, encircled by trees, without a tarred road, inhabited by the most vicious creatures of the night.
Hot, scorching summers alternated with frigid, glacial winters.
A place where screams for help would instantly turn into futile echoes in the immense surrounding valleys, where not a single living soul would dare to respond and risk his life to save someone.
Mr. Carson had just turned 20 when he found himself at his father's funeral, on a day that ahead of his years he would be able to describe with very few adjectives, and all of them were distressing and cold.
"Grey and many tears shed..." he would whisper without saying it out loud, for which he would not have the strength.
He nodded at every condolence he received, his calloused and scarred hands constantly reminding him of what would await once he left the church, so that he did not even have the chance to console himself with the kindness of those words.
He found himself alone with his wife, Joline, who smiled at him in an attempt to soothe his wounds. He made to return the gesture, but felt he was on the verge of tears without being able to do anything about it.
However, he felt a touch on his shoulder and a grunt-like cry that interrupted his sobbing.
He turned around, properly opening his big blue eyes he saw a tall, massive bear, wearing a distinct spectacle on his nose and an all-black funeral dress. 
He held something tightly between his elbow and hips that Mr Carson could not recognise.
The bear held out his hand. "Mr Carson, I am sorry to interrupt this intimate time of yours, but I am on my way out and I require you to talk to you right now." He spoke in a mellifluous voice, and Mr Carson shook his hand in turn.
"To whom do I have the pleasure of talking?" he asked, holding back a sob. 
The bear noticed the wolf's shining eyes and decided to hurry. "I am, or rather was, your father's lawyer. Mr Carson Senior."
The wolf raised his eyebrow, surprised by the dandy's words. 
"I've never seen a bear lawyer before, you're usually more the fishing or hunting type," he pointed out and the bear did not seem to take any offense.
"Yes, I am rather unique in my kind. But that's not what I want to talk to you about, Mr Jay Carson Junior."
"I'm waiting," the wolf burst out in a harsh tone.
"Your father left a will, and you are the only surviving successor. I invite you to stop by my study in the city as soon as possible, I will be back late this evening so I will wait for you until 10pm."
He gave a good-natured smile. "Do I make myself clear, Mr Carson?"
He hesitated, then nodded, placid.
"Well then, I can do no more than offer you my deepest condolences Mr Carson. And if it makes you feel any better, your father was one of the toughest, most staid wolves I've ever known, though I'm sure you already know that."
"He was, he sure was," the wolf remarked.
The bear gave a restrained bow and turned on his heels towards the exit. 
Mr Carson watched him go, pondering his words for a long time. He did not believe that his father, having hunted him when he had turned eleven, could have appointed him heir to anything.
"Jay dear, he might be talking about the house..." his wife suggested, resting a paw on his shoulder and murmuring in a low voice.
"That dump, I'm not doing anything with that redneck house...," he mumbled and recoiled from the she-wolf's touch.
Then he looked back again, his blue eyes meeting his father's vacant, whitish ones. 
" Dad, I never thought that for a strong and resilient creature this day would ever come."
The first tear slid down his protruding cheekbone, then again down his cheek and chin. A moment later it shattered on the floor. It was the first of a long series.




Act 1
Mr Carson, once he had spoken to his late father's lawyer, had to give his wife's reasons.
In the will, in addition to a thousand dollars in cash and a classic car, it was expressly written that the entire estate with adjoining acres of land, barn and animals should belong exclusively to Jay Carson Junior, as the last surviving son.
Jay read the will more than once in disbelief. He got up from his chair and started in the direction of the exit, without uttering a word.
"So Mr Carson..." the lawyer stopped him. "What are you going to do, do you accept the responsibilities that managing these lands would require, or, and consider this option carefully, do you prefer to sell everything as if none of it has any kind of value to you?"
Jay had frozen in the doorway, one arm raised and resting on the door. "I need to give it some thought," he said.
The bear twisted his muzzle. "You don't have much time to decide, are you aware of that?"
Jay did not turn around. "Yes, I know," he muttered and walked out of the study. 
The lawyer saw the black train of the dress for a second, and heard the footsteps follow one another in rhythm before fading into the void. 
He sighed, he had misjudged Mr Carson, he had believed him to be a wolf tied to his origins, but from that shy and repulsive attitude he had realised that his intentions had turned out to be completely wrong.
He put the documents back in the Carson file folder and slipped it into a compartment. He closed the bolt that stood guard and left.


Carson talked at length with his wife, who seemed to be much more convinced and inclined than her husband.
"Darling, you can't keep working for that bastard!" she shouted as she fiddled with the cooker.
Their home, if it could be called as such, consisted of barely 20 square metres, filthy walls, a single bed in which Jay slept with his wife; no windows, a shabby cooker and a sink with encrusted pipes.
Jay sat on the bed, hunched over and distressed. "Master Weymar is not a bastard, he feeds us, without him I would have no job and no home."
Joline kicked the cooker and turned abruptly to her husband, her eyes were vermilion red and there was a hint of foam on her thin lips. "You really call this a home, huh Jay? Does this look like a worthy dwelling for our child to you?"
He groped his wool jumper at belly level. 
"In six months...," she sobbed, "In six months our son will be born, and if you're not going to take that house, I'll be gone."
Swollen tears streamed down her face, dragging with it the filth stuck between her fur. She knelt down, arms limp and head bent forward.
Jay's lips trembled, his brain clogged to the point where he couldn't formulate a sentence that would lift his wife's spirits. It was something he had long been used to doing in situations like that.
Even if there was no food at the table, but on the contrary there was plenty of back pain and cuts on his hands, Jay had always been able to console Joline, albeit with great effort, and with a perpetual and at times delightful urge to cry.
He had learnt to love crying. He had gone from never crying to doing it every day. He found it comforting and an anchor he could turn to when he had no idea what to do.
He looked at Joline carefully, and the image of her lying on that filthy, grimy floor, with an even more disgusting backdrop, burned into his psyche along with his father's funeral.
"Joline..." he exclaimed, delaying his tears. "Joline..." he repeated in a louder voice, and stood up to walk towards her.
"I will accept what my father left for me, we will go and live there and I will work a land that will be mine and mine alone."
He hugged her as tightly as he could, resisted the sickening smell of her fur and kissed her on the forehead.
"I am sorry to have made you so unhappy, I should have accepted without doubt for so long." He lifted her off the ground and squeezed her hands. "And all this wouldn't have happened, you won't cry anymore my dear, I promise you," he whispered to her in the most reassuring tone the woman had ever heard.
Aware that he had overcome that seemingly insurmountable hurdle, Jay threw his head onto his wife's chest, crying and whimpering for the umpteenth and final time on that distant day of fourteen years.




Act 2
It took Mr Jay Carson Junior just fourteen years to transform and entirely renovate his father's estate.
The house, an old wooden mansion, was restored, the barn was thickened with purebred stallions and the farm was filled with chickens, goats and donkeys.
All this cost an unimaginable amount of effort, so much so that the Jay emerged with several aches and pains and a skin as hard as steel.
Buckets of sweat, clenched teeth and elbow grease were all it took to turn the inherited ruin into the splendid home it is now.
Dawn arrives right on time, Jay is already up and waiting impatiently. His wife and two children are still asleep in their beds, and he feels like the luckiest wolf on the entire planet.
He does not dare wake them, he prefers to lighten their labours as much as possible, keeping them away from the hard rural life. He knows well that his children will have to replace him very soon, and he knows even better that that time is not far off.
He rocks in his chair in the foyer of the house, and when he gets up to reach the kitchen and drink a nice hot cup of coffee, he is astonished to find that he is not the only one who is already awake.
"Teddy, what are you doing here?" he asks in a voice that has become harsh and dry with the passing of time.
"I woke up earlier to help you, that's all," replies Teddy, Jay's eldest son.
He turned fourteen a few months earlier. He has a silky gray coat like his father's, an alert look and bright, sharp teeth.
As Teddy grins at him, Jay feels a crack in his heart that breaks through the layer of stone that surrounds him.
It is about the love of a father for his son, a feeling he has never yet experienced but can proudly distribute, even if in his peculiar way.
"No Teddy, go back to sleep," he tells him and walks straight to the coffee machine.
"But dad, I just want to get you some help, every night you come back from camp wrecked and I feel bad seeing you like this!" Teddy approaches him with a slow pace.
"No Teddy, I'm so sorry, but I've already told you what is my point of view. You and your brother are still too young to work in the fields." Jay talks slowly, with apparent listlessness.
"But I'm fourteen!" exclaims Teddy suddenly.
"You're still too young," he replies without looking him in the face. "Go back to your room."
He feels Teddy's young muscles tense from the fury running through them; he senses the flush of pheromones rising from his pores, and the distressing feeling that his son is becoming a full-fledged adult.
"I am not like that sucker Jessie!" thunders the boy with a ferocity far greater than that shown just before.
Jay hears those words and snaps like a train. He grabs Teddy by the buttons of his plaid shirt, which fly off on contact with his stubby, powerful fingers. 
"Don't you dare talk about your brother like that in my presence!" Jay is shouting for the first time in as long as he can remember, clutching his son with such vehemence that, realizing his own ferocity, he relinquishes his grip a moment before Teddy faints in fear.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he begins to repeat. He has transformed, in less than a blink he has lost all the thunderous power he had been able to release. And now he appears weak and with a veil of sadness as heavy as steel resting on his shoulders. 
Teddy welcomes his father's huge head into his arms. 
"I don't want you to end up like me, I don't want to...," Jay whispers, and Teddy notices his father's weeping dampening his shirt.
"Dad, I just want to help you. As the eldest son I have the right to, I want to help you and nothing more."
Jay finally lifts his head, his eyes puffy. "Are you serious?"
Teddy hugs him even harder. "Yes, dad."


The hand clicks to 8 o'clock, and the alarm shreds the blanket of silence in Jessie's room. The wolf cub jerks awake, sending the covers flying off the bed, straight onto the wooden floor.
Panting, he remembers nothing of the nightmare he was experiencing just moments before. Only images of a horse, and of his brother Teddy. Images whose logical connection he cannot decipher. 
In a clumsy attempt to get off the mattress, he sinks his paws into the soft sheets, and only realises at that instant that they are soaked.
He brings his paw into contact with his nostrils, and inhales deeply. A pungent, salty fragrance, so strong that he rubs his nose hard because of the itching.
"But that's pee!" he exclaims in the high-pitched, subtle voice that so distinguishes him, and for which his brother never misses an opportunity to tease him every time he hears it coming out of his mouth.
Like a flash he is already with his paws on the ground, turns around and once he has noticed the dark puddle on the sheets, swallows.
In an apparent catatonic state, he struggles to recover. He had not made it to bed for months. Unlike the other children, little Jessie had a difficult relationship with nappies.
He had worn them frequently until the previous year, and by the time he had turned six, his nightly leaks had ceased.
He had proudly stopped wearing them, describing them as mere 'baby items'. 
Now, however, there was no trace of the smug pride he had displayed on that past occasion, which now appeared distant and unattainable to him.
He lowers his gaze, slowly investigating the night trousers he had been wearing all night. On it is clearly visible a large stain of a darker shade than the rest. 
He feels that his thighs have stuck together and he finds it hard to even make a small movement. And although he hadn't been paying attention until just now, the whole room is now invaded by the stagnant smell of his piss.
He tries to remedy the irreparable. He grabs all the sheets, piles them into a single, squat ball full of bulges, approaches the window and opens it with a snap.
He takes a deep breath, kneels beside the ball of yarn and wraps it in an embrace. He clenches his baby teeth, and hardens the immature muscles of his legs and arms together, then stands up. Or at least, he attempts to do so.
The piss-soaked ball of yarn doesn't budge an inch, and when he stops to ponder another way to dispose of the incriminating evidence, the door suddenly opens.
"Jessie, what the hell are you doing?" asks Joline, standing motionless with a basket of clean laundry still in her hand.
Jessie lowers her head as fast as he can, his cheeks hot with shame and his legs in tremors over which he feels he has no control.
"Honey, what's going on in here?" the she-wolf insists as she sets the basket down on the floor and approaches her youngest son. 
"Mom, I'm sorry," Jessie stammers without having the courage to look his mother in the face. 
Joline reaches for him in an instant. She can't help but notice the stain on his trousers, and once she sniffs the air, she guesses what the problem is.
She grabs his head and presses it to her belly, pulling him close to her. "Tell me Jessie, did it happen again? You can talk to me, were you trying to throw the covers out the window?"
Jessie doesn't cry, but his voice is shaking and he seems constantly on the verge of breaking down. "Yes mum, I'm so sorry. I woke up and everything was wet, the sheets, the blankets and the slacks."
Joline consoles him with pats on the back. She decides at that moment that she will have to talk it over with her husband. She will have to do it for Jessie's sake, to prevent him from suffering further from a problem he cannot handle.
"You'll be fine Jessie, you've already overcome this problem once, I'm sure you can do it again."
Jessie lifts his face and smiles. His mother is right, and he believes her. 
"All babies have peed the bed, you know that?" says Joline to him, and winks.
"Even Teddy?" he asks.
"Yes dear, even Teddy," she lies.
"Daddy too?" he asks insistently.
"Yes, your father too," she lies again.
"Now go and wash up, I'll take care of this here."
Joline dismisses Jessie, stays with him until she sees him reaching the stairs. 
She sighs, exhaling warm air from the nostrils. She hates lying to her child.




Act 3
Jessie Carson, the youngest wolf in the family, descends the stairs like an infant who has not yet learned to walk properly. With every step, the sticky piss between his thighs causes him an unbearable sense of discomfort, while the nauseating smell permeates his nostrils with a unique insistence, even when he reaches the floor below, the stench gives him no respite.
His silvery fur reflects the slanting rays of the early morning sun as he crosses the kitchen and exits through the back door. 
He knows he has to hurry. When he woke up there was no sign of his brother, which means he was already up for a while. 
-He could see me at any moment, - he ponders, even as he tries to banish any negative thoughts that might slow him down.
When he finally arrives at his destination, he has to hold his trousers up with both hands to prevent him from falling down and remaining naked.
He notices with infinite pleasure that the barrel where he takes his customary bath every morning is filled to overflowing. 
Without wasting any time, he prepares for the plunge. He can already feel the cool water wrapping around his body in a purifying embrace, and the weight of his movements lightening, and the good mood inviting him to do his best for the rest of the day and to forget the ugly incident of that night.
Then he hears a prolonged whistle. A real stable-boy whistle that penetrates his eardrums. Every muscle seizes up like a series of rust-bitten gears, his heart begins to gallop in his chest with an untameable frenzy.
He can only emit an inaudible squeak.
"Hey Jessie, getting ready for your amazing morning bath?" 
Jessie recognises the voice's edgy overtones, defiant tone, and the strafiness of which it seems to be composed.
Before he can turn around, he realises he's behind him. He only has to smell him to immediately distinguish the fragrance, which reeks of adolescence. Only there's a difference, this time Jessie perceives new nuances: soil, sweat and cattle; (smells that don't usually belong to him).
A heavy hand rests on his shoulder. "So princess, do you want to take this bath or not?"
"Go away Teddy, please." He tells him, fearing the worst.
Teddy has a particularly heavy step that morning. He shifts and flanks his little brother. "I have as much right to be here as you do," he tells him. Then he brings his lips close to his long pointed ears. "Do I make myself clear, pissant?"
Jessie winces at that word, and like a locomotive at full power the memories that are attached to it run through him in the blink of an eye.
All the insults, the threats, the psychological torture. A heap of negativity and pain breaks free from the chains that had held back its expansion until then. 
He feels the tears coming, and the barrel in front of him seems to be moving further and further away from him, as does the chance to hide the stain on his trousers from his brother.
Teddy slips past him with an agile dart, a few moments of silence. 
Then he breaks out into thunderous laughter.
He points his finger in the direction of the stain and chuckles heartily, holding his hand against his belly to prevent his organs from exploding as he emits such thunderous giggles. 
"I can't believe it!" he cries, "The pissant is back!"
Jessie clutches at himself, trying to turn invisible, while Teddy starts prancing around him without stopping teasing him.
"What an idiot! Jessie still shits his pants! Jessie likes to pee in his pants!"
Teddy peppers him with taunts, and even when Jessie falls to his knees and bursts into tears, he doesn't seem to stop.
"You know bro..." he says when he finally manages to stop laughing. "I have a feeling you're going to need a proper nappy."
Then he opens his eyes wide, stands up and points the index finger of his right hand upwards. "I had a great hunch, I'll talk to Mum and tell her you need to put your diaper back on. I can't wait to see you with that thing on again. You look ridiculous enough without it, with your skeletal arms, but with the baby nappy on you're a real freak!"
Teddy turns and sprints in the direction of the back door. Jessie is just in time to watch him enter, notices that his shirt and jeans are filthy, and that he leaves footprints of dirt wherever he steps. 
Jessie hears someone else whistling to his left, quite a distance away. He spots a tall, stocky figure entering the barn; it is his father. He feels he has let him down. Then a shiver runs through him, suddenly so afraid of what Teddy might do to him.
He remains on his knees on the soggy ground as a trickle of golden piss runs down his thighs, soaking his fur down to his ankles. 




Act 4
"Darling...", Joline exhorted, stroking his ears with her hands made hard by hard labour. "Jessie is going through a difficult time, and I don't think using the nappy again is the best option. We have to make him understand that what he is doing is not wrong, and that he is above all not bad."
"But Jessie is just a pissant and nothing else. In my opinion you should put a nappy on him!" he exclaims loudly as his mother scrutinizes him from head to toe.
"Teddy, you stink," she tells him all of a sudden.


Feeling the hope of Jessie wearing a nappy again receding, Teddy goes for a bath. His personal barrel is on the opposite side from his brother's.
He washes himself thoroughly and with contentment, scraping away from his fur the grime that has accumulated after all those hours of exhausting work. 
He proved to his father that he could be more useful than his younger brother. He has sifted the grain, fed the animals and learned to ride the most impressive stallion on the entire farm. 
He spends most of his time cleaning his cock. He soaps the fleshy shaft and glans well in the areas nearest the frenulum, where the dirt builds up the most.
Teddy is proud of his phallus. The more he looks at it while immersed in water, the more he realizes how much it has grown compared to a few years earlier. He has reached 18 cm in length and 14 cm in thickness. He knows that his development is not yet finished; he is looking forward to reaching his full potential.
"Teddy, lunch is ready!" shouts Joline from the kitchen.
Teddy's eyes go wide, he can't believe he's been soaking all that time.
He gets out and dries himself slowly, the numerous drops separating from his fur. The shadow cast over the garden shows off the erect phallus, already magnifying its considerable size.
"Teddy..." someone stammers.
He lifts his head, sees his brother in the usual pathetic pose. Legs bent and shaking, hands joined and nervous, head turned perpetually downwards.
If he could photograph it and display it in an art gallery he would title it 'The most pathetic little brother on the face of the earth'.
"What the fuck do you want?" he asks him when Jessie doesn't hint at continuing.
"And why don't you lift your head when you talk to me? Are you afraid of something?" 
Jessie swallows, and mute raises his head. All he needs is a second, the sight of Teddy's glans pointing at him like a cannon poised to fire, and he goes back down.
"Mum told me to come and warn you." He makes up his mind to answer, but does so stuttering to the point that it takes him several seconds to finish the sentence.
Teddy at that point throws the towel at him. Jessie cannot avoid it and ends up waving his arms in an attempt to free himself. When he succeeds, Teddy towers over him, one step away. 
His older brother is twice his height, and he realises he is so short that his cock is right in front of his face.
He would like to retreat and run away, but he is stuck, and he hates when that happens, because he would like to be in control and decide to leave when he wants to. But he can't, he doesn't have the time or the mental coolness to think about it, and so as always, he just goes along with it.
"So pissant, did you talk to Mum about the nappy?" asks Teddy, and he has a strangely honeyed voice.
As Jessie processes a response, a scent of soap mixed with an unmistakable aroma of musk seeps into his nostrils, sticking to the sides. 
It is the smell emanating from Teddy's phallus, from the spongy skin of his freshly washed glans. It begins to swell and pulse repeatedly, until it doubles in size and stabilizes.
He places it on his face, with the head near his eyes. He rubs it on his cheekbones and cheeks.
Teddy looks at the little wolf in the eyes and smiles at him. "What's the matter baby brother, don't you like it when I stroke you?"
"Teddy, you frighten me when you do that, I already told you I don't like when you do that." Jessie's voice is a barely audible whisper. The high-pitched voice is close to breaking again. 
"Jessie, you have a serious flaw, you know that?" he asks him as if he hadn't heard anything. 
Jessie doesn't answer, then Teddy swivels his pelvis, his cock bends to the side and with a whiplash effect hits the child full in the face, tearing him to the ground. 
The dull pop sounds like a symphony to Teddy's ears.
Jessie starts massaging his cheeks with rapidity where a bright redness spreads like wildfire.
Teddy kneels in front of him, his cock almost touching the ground. "Your fucking problem, my little Jessie, is that you don't answer my questions. So, now that you understand what awaits you when you don't, answer what I ask."
Jessie nods with a pained grimace and reddened eyes. It's certainly not the first time Teddy has shoved his cock in his face, but this time he reads in his brother's gaze and tone of voice new and different intentions than usual. He knows that this time he could do anything to him. He knows it could happen at any moment, like the piss up of this morning.
"So, did you propose to Mum to wear a diaper?" He formulates the question with unexpected calm. Jessie has made a habit of his brother's sudden mood swings. He knows they are dangerous and frighteningly unpredictable.
"No, I haven't told her yet. She hugged and reassured me when she saw me. Then she didn't say anything more."
After finishing his sentence, he squints his eyes and clenches his teeth in preparation for Teddy's fit of rage.
But Teddy does not hit him, instead reaching out and stroking him on the head, mussing the hair on his scalp. 
"No problem, don't worry," he reassures him. Then he rubs him harder and harder, and Jessie feels the pain and burning increase. 
"But you're going to tell them about it at lunch, starting right now. You'll ridicule yourself in front of everyone, and beg to wear that fucking nappy."
Teddy is furious again, rubbing Jessie's head so hard he is shaking it.
"Alright..." the baby sobs. That's all he can do, and at least this way Teddy lets him go.
"I told you that you're a pissant!" he taunts him before returning to the barrel to get dressed.
At which point Joline renews the invitation (obligation) to lunch. Teddy enters the house first, leaving Jessie petrified in front of the barrel where the smell of soap and musk hovers.




Act 5
They are eating. Joline has prepared two rare steaks for her husband and Teddy, and some bread for her and little Jessie.
"A nice steak for our two workers!" she exults when she hands them the plate.
Jessie eats his piece of bread in silence. Teddy is sitting opposite him. He looks up and meets his purplish eyes.
He sees him nibble on the steak and voraciously tear off a piece devoid of fat veins.
He clears his throat and asks permission to speak. He raises his right arm, his father is the first to notice. 
"What is it Jessie, is something wrong?" he asks him, and he is tired, he can immediately feel it.
Little Jessie opens his mouth, on his lips are tiny breadcrumbs firmly sealed to his skin. He squeezes the air with his little hands, his grey fingertips impacting against each other. 
He tries as hard as he can, but he cannot speak at all. One glance from Teddy is enough for him to regain the necessary courage, though, so he catches his breath and begins.
"Dad, I woke up today and..."
"Wait!", Joline interrupts him. "Darling, I don't think this is the right time. Can't you see that your father is eating? He's been working all morning, and it's only fair that he relaxes now." She strokes him on the cheeks, no one paying attention to the blush on the left side of his face.
"Darling, if Jessie wants to talk to me, I don't see why he shouldn't. Come on son, what's wrong?"
"Yeah Jessie, what happened?" urges Teddy, snickering inaudibly.
"I peed my pants last night." Admits Jessie in a pathetic tone. His mother comforts him with caresses on the shoulder blades, while his father abandons the cutlery. He appears in obvious astonishment.
"I can't believe you wet yourself after all these months?" he asks him, incredulous, with half a steak on his plate but little desire to continue biting into it.
"Yeah, I'm sorry dad. Maybe I should wear a baby diaper again. I'm afraid it will happen to me again."
Mr Carson takes on a thoughtful expression. "Diaper? Aren't you a bit too old for a nappy?" he points out.
Teddy remains silent, waiting for the exact moment to strike.
Jessie feels the weight bearing down on his father's shoulders. Even though he is six years old, he can sense it. He feels the regret eating at him from the inside. He feels he is ignoring the travails every day his daddy endures, and it crushes him.
"I need it daddy," he reluctantly admits. He feels his brother's eyes staring at him like two blood-coloured beacons.
Joline decides to intervene. 'I don't think it's necessary, yours might have been a simple case. You know Jessie, sometimes it can happen to everyone to have a relapse. You don't have to fear."
Jessie waves his head no. "No mum, I know it could happen again, and I don't want to get my trousers and fur wet again. Not to mention my thighs rubbing against each other. I don't want to." he says in a heartbroken tone, then feels something brush against his leg. It is Teddy's paws. His brother's malign intentions pass through him like nettling flashes through physical contact, making him quiver with terror.
In a moment of silence, in which Jay and his wife were communicating with mere glances, no one can ignore a strange sound emanating from little Jessie.
Suddenly there is also an acrid smell that Joline instantly recognises.
A moment later she is on her feet, intent on lifting Jessie from his chair. At the same instant, Teddy reaches down and grabs the baby's trousers with his toes.
The puppy is lifted, naked, and a trickle of hot piss draws a scythe across the table. The jet bounces off the wood and splashes in Jay and Teddy's faces. The latter takes the opportunity to feign eye damage. He curses his brother, reporting unbearable pain and burning. 
Jay gets up, slamming his fists on the table. The floor vibrates, and the table splits in two.
Jessie starts crying and shaking like a baby. Joline tries to stop him, but the baby forces her back.
The flow of urine does not stop. It ends up soiling the walls, the floor and the diners' steaks.
Teddy runs to the bathroom, swearing. 
Jay approaches Joline and grabs Jessie by the arms, then starts pulling. His wife does the same.
In a flurry of screaming, swearing and pissing, the two fight for Jessie's ownership, pulling at his arms and legs. The child ends up terrified to the point of no return. A matter of moments, a braid composed of pieces of shit joined by tiny fecal filaments emerges from his anus. It juts out several centimeters, opening its way into Jessie's rectum.
"Let go of me!" shouts Joline with foam at her mouth and her hands clenched on Jessie's little arms.
"Woman, let go!" cries Jay instead with stubby fingers wrapped around the skeletal ankles.
Jessie sways from side to side, like a bag of rubbish. The shit comes off his ass and flies straight to the edge of the table broken in half. The impact is thunderous, squirts of liquid shit fly in all directions, taking on the most imaginable shapes and colours.
Jay lets go as the shit lands right in his eyes. Joline does not have time to exult because a splash slips inside her nose.
Jay waves his muscular arms and howls expletives of all kinds.
Jessie cries and pisses incessantly.
Joline falls to the ground, sinks her hands and ass onto a lake of golden urine.
The only one enjoying the scene is Teddy, who rubs his hands together as he watches them squirm from afar.
"I'll go get the nappies!" he announces, and no one dares to argue.




Act 6
Joline makes a solemn commitment. To clean Jessie in the best possible way.
She grooms him from head to toe as her husband would have done with the farm stallion. She scrapes piss and faeces from his fur, then lays him on the kitchen sink. Jessie is still small enough to get into it.  
She wraps the clean nappy of the largest size around his freshly rinsed ass. She closes the elastic bands on either side, et voilà, the job is done.
Jessie takes his first steps and realizes that he will have to get used to having a bulky nappy on him again. 
Joline gives him a kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry about what happened today honey, now go outside and have fun, I have a lot of cleaning up to do."
Jessie walks out through the front door, and notices something strange on the oak tree in front of the house.
Teddy is perched on the sturdiest branch, his long legs left dangling, and a mocking smirk on his face. "Hey pissant," he says as he frames him.
Meanwhile the turquoise sky begins to tinge orange, and the Sun looks more and more like a giant apricot embedded like a gem.
"Are you happy now?" Jessie asks him. 
Teddy conspicuously nods. Then he drops down, does a pirouette in midair, lands on his hands and with a forward somersault falls back onto his legs. 
Jessie can't avoid being impressed. 
"Careful you don't shit your pants again, OK Jessie?" his older brother recommends with a fat laugh.
"Yeah." the child retorts, not knowing what to add. 
Teddy dismisses him with a slight wave of his hand. 
The hours pass. Joline cleans up the mess in the dining room. She takes the remains of the table outside, where her husband will soon chop them up with an axe to make wood for Winter. 
Jay feeds the animals again. He hoes and sows. He frees the horse and scouts around the perimeter. He finds holes in the fence. He fumbles to patch them.
Teddy climbs another tree, the one in front of the back entrance. From one of the overhanging branches, he jumps onto the roof. There, in a little place where no one can see him, he has created a little space of his own. There are cans scattered around, a blanket and a half-brewed beer.
He grabs it and finishes it in one go. 
Then he hears a cry coming from not far away. He climbs a rise and gets in a position to have a good view of the source of the noise.
He sees his brother, on the ground, his knee scraped and his hands dripping with blood. He is calling for help in his shrill little voice, but no one comes to his aid. 
He is left alone. And he screams.
Teddy smacks his lips. 'That kid manages to get himself in trouble,' he murmurs in a low voice. 
He scrutinizes him closely, his eyes becoming two narrow slits, pupils dilated with a strange, seemingly unmotivated excitement.
He feels a strange pressure under his pants, which are tighter than ever.
He denudes himself with an instinctive gesture, without taking his eyes off the small, agonizing Jessie.
His prick springs out of his pants. He spits on his hand, lubricates the red glans with saliva and begins to masturbate slowly. 
He moans and groans, with Jessie's crying in the background. He admires the swollen tears streaming down his face. He finds the image of his brother in pain an absolutely horny sight.
All he can do is tighten his fingers on his frenulum and jerk off. When he is about to cum, his bitch mother rushes at Jessie. 
She throws herself at him and blocks the sight of him. "My baby, are you hurt?"
Teddy curses. A moment later he puts his clothes back on and returns to his post, as if nothing had happened.
Jay is riding his trusty steed. "Good job Terence," he whispers in his ear, and pats his muzzle.
In that instant he reflects that he has shown more physical love for the horse than for his own children. He would like to promise himself to make up for it, but he has already done so, and he has no desire to fail again.
The last area to check is the main entrance. It is a wooden archway, twelve meters high, on which 'Carson's Ranch' is engraved.
Jay stops to look down the narrow road leading away from the entrance, and spots a thin figure advancing in the preamble of the night. 
"Mr. Carson, is that you?" the man asks cautiously, his voice rough but brittle. 
"It's me indeed," Jay reassures him. Then he sees him as he is. It is an old letter carrier. He wears a rumpled uniform, a hat of the same faded blue color, and a leather bag over his shoulder.
"I have a letter for you; it is fortunate to have found you. I met your father in the past when I delivered messages to him, and that is the only reason it took me only an hour to come here. Anyone else would have been lost."
Jay senses what the old man is trying to convey to him. "I am immensely grateful to you, and I'm sure my father would be too. I thank you."
The old man nods smugly. Then he waves his arms in the air. "Damn, I was forgetting about the letter."
He mutters under his breath as he rummages through his duffle bag. When he pulls out the letter he immediately hands it to Jay.
He takes it and puts it in the pocket. "Would you like a ride back to the main street? It will soon be night and you may risk being attacked."
The old fox shakes his head. "I must decline the very kind offer, but my job does not allow me to accept such courtesies."
Jay does not insist. 
"Good evening Mr. Carson." The old man removes his hat and gives a weak bow. "I hope I haven't brought bad news."
He turns and walks off with crooked legs and a limping gait.
Jay lets out a grunt-like cry. The first gusts of freezing wind awaken bad feelings in him; the letter in his pocket is unbelievably heavy, as if there is stone inside instead of plain paper.
Pulling on the reins, the stallion paws and turns in a single, agile sprint. Jay spurs him on with a couple of hip kicks. In less than two minutes he is already in front of the entrance to the house.




Act 7
For dinner, Joline has set the only table left in the house, which is the one in front of the sofa. 
Everyone sits down and begins to eat. 
Jay, hungriest and most tired of all, finishes his meal first. He gets up from the table and picks up the letter from the breast pocket of the jacket he uses for work.
He returns to the couch where he indulges in its soft embrace, then unwraps the enclosed envelope, pulls out the message and begins to read it. His eyes travel quickly over the lines; he has to hold the paper with two hands to keep it from slipping away.
When he is done, he looks up and stares straight ahead.
"Darling...," he says referring to Joline, who has meanwhile gotten up to collect the dishes.
"Yes honey, go ahead."
Jay clears his throat. "I need to talk to you in private."
Joline freezes and stares at him. "Is it about that letter?" she asks him in a stern voice.
Jay nods, and a moment later Teddy and Jessie are alone in the room. 
The older brother dicks around with his switchblade. A gift from his father. 
In the meantime he keeps his gaze fixed on his little brother, wondering what in that child makes him so horny. 
A couple of days would be enough for him, Teddy thinks. A couple of days in Jessie's company would be enough to satisfy his needs. A place to be alone and undisturbed, in which the puppy could scream even to the point of spitting blood since no one would ever come to his rescue.
"Hey pissant, what do you think Mom and Dad are talking about?" asks Teddy, waving the knife in front of him, cleaving the air with a series of quick strokes.
Jessie is sitting on the couch with him, but at the farthest possible distance. He taps the fabric a few times before responding.
"Maybe they're talking about my birthday," he hints, nervous.
Teddy begins to laugh. "Jess, when are you going to realize that no one here gives a shit about your fucking birthday." 
The puppy accepts the blow without reacting, hoping his brother won't keep talking.
The door to the living room to the left of the two boys opens. Joline and Jay come out, both of them distressed and subdued, more so than they were just before.
"Pop, what's going on?" asks Teddy after putting the knife away. His mother hates to see him with that object, especially inside the house.
"Guys, I've got some bad news," Jay begins, so exhausted that he comes to the couch crawling with his feet on the floor.
He places himself between the two wolf boys, raises his head and looks up at the ceiling. "Your grandmother is sick, your mother and I are leaving tomorrow."
He speaks in one breath. Joline squeaks in the face of her husband's coldness. 
Jessie resists a few seconds, then gets up and throws himself into his mother's arms, already ready to receive him in a tight hold.
Teddy has already sensed how the conversation will go. He suppresses a smile and lets his father continue talking.
She would not want to drop you off. "I would like to take you with us, your mother and I have discussed this at considerable length. She would not want to leave you here, and neither would I. But the farm is too far from any of my other friends to take care of it, and only you two know it as well as I do."
Jay keeps looking away, the protrusion of the adam's apple rising and falling with each word. The hair is raised upward and tingles even without touching it.
"Teddy, you've seen today what the work here in the country is all about, and I'm sure you'll be able to hold your own for a couple of days without us."
Jay lowers his head and turns a fatherly gaze toward Teddy. He smiles at him. "I trust you, and so does your mother. You'll look after Jess for the time we're gone, we're sure you'll be great."
Jessie cannot believe his father's words. He sinks down his face into his mother's belly and cups the ears with her shirt. If she does not hear, nothing her father says will come true.
"No problem Pops, I'll take care of everything." Teddy replies, his father holds out his hand, and he shakes it.
"Deal." says Jay, genuinely proud of his firstborn son.
Jessie continues to avoid the talk, and when he thinks it's all over, he goes to bed. His mother checks his diaper. "Jess let me see."
Jess shakes her head. "Mom, it's my birthday soon, have you forgotten?"
Joline smiles at him, and looks beautiful, like any mother in front of the eyes of a son who loves her. "No way, when we get home we're going to throw a super party!"
Teddy, inside his bed a few feet away, simulates a retch of vomit.
Jessie is tender and innocent, snickering in the most childlike way imaginable.
His mother prints a kiss on his forehead, then on his cheeks, and finally greets him. When she closes the door, Jessie is already fallen asleep.




Act 8
When he wakes up, there is an unreal silence that permeates the room. He opens his eyes wide. There is Teddy right in front and he is staring at him very closely.
"Hello pissant," he says to him, then grabs him by the arm. His squeeze is strong enough to feel the flow interrupt.
"Mom! Mommy!" he shouts, but Joline does not come, and Teddy starts laughing again. 
"You poor fool. Those two pain in the asses are already gone. They wouldn't wake up the little guy for fear of ruining your sleep!"
His lips begin to tremble, his brother exudes a warmth and ferocity he has never seen before.
"I feel really elated today!" exclaims Teddy, then lifts him up denuding him of the blankets.
He slams him to the floor with unprecedented violence. 
Just as he tries to get up, with muffled sounds and blurred images, fighting an apparent state of dizziness, he realizes his diaper is full to bursting.
"Someone crapped their pants last night," Teddy points out, and meanwhile pinches his cheeks and slaps the back of his head.
He circles around him, as a tireless hyena does with a carcass, taunting him, gesturing at him, taunting him. All the while he laughs, and Jess wishes he had someone's help. Instead he feels abandoned as never before that day. He didn't know it would be so horrendous, and agonizing, and poignant at the same time.
He feels humiliated, with a load of nettling shit on his flushed buttocks, a killer stench in the nose, and eardrums pounded by his older brother's constant mumbling.
Everything seems to be against him at that moment. As if fate and all his colleagues have agreed to get in his way.
He cannot move so heavy he is feeling. Not to mention the burning. His anus is on fire, and he recognizes the sensation perfectly. Chafing runs through his little buttocks as so many vermilion-colored craters. The prepubescent willy is surrounded by layers of silk soaked to the brim with piss. Even in that area he feels a burning like so many tiny insects busy devouring him one tiny millimeter at a time. 
He has overslept, his muscles sore. He knows full well that where his brother is amusing himself with pinches, purple and blue hematomas will grow. And he knows even better that he will have to justify their presence with excuses if he doesn't want Teddy to punish him.
"So pissants, unfortunately I only have two days to have fun with you, but I promise I will make them unforgettable." 
Teddy puts a hand on his chest. "I swear." he says in a solemn tone.
Then he grabs him by the legs and starts dragging him across the floor.
As he is moved, shit gets on his back and the diaper spreads all over him. 
"Stop Teddy, please stop!" he shouts at his brother, trying to pity him.
"You're my brother, you can't do this to me!"
Teddy then stops. He then turns around, wearing neither underwear nor pants. His dick is in view, and although it is not erect it hangs down to his mid-thigh.
"You're right my sweet little brother."
He starts stroking him gently on the cheek. "Maybe I was a little rough, I admit. Now if you will follow me, we will go downstairs, and once there I will change your diaper and make you breakfast." 
He listens carefully to his words, and they seem so unreal to him that he asks him to repeat them.
"What did you just say?" he asks him with an incredulity he has never felt before.
Teddy smiles politely, chases air out of his nostrils, and prepares to answer.
"I said that once you get up, you will follow me downstairs, then I will wash you and cook you a healthy breakfast. After all, you are my little brother and you deserve all the love I am able to give you."
Teddy doesn't blink. He just smiles. He speaks in a mellifluous, convincing voice.
Jessie retreats a few inches, crawling on the floorboards. "Teddy, you are strange. A moment ago you threw me out of bed and now you're sweet on me, why?"
He tries to stay as far away from him as possible until he's figured it out.
"I've told you before Jess, I behaved badly. And the days before that, too. But now I have a chance to make it up to you, and I hope you'll give it to me."
He continues to stare at him, then Teddy holds out his hand to help him up.
He hesitates. He knows it could be a trap; he's not that stupid. But his brother seemed sincere to him for the first time in years. And he's speaking to him in such a kind and loving tone that he can't help but try to give him another chance.
"I love you Jess." Teddy tells him at one point.
So he is persuaded. Aware that he is trusting one of the most devious individuals he knows, he accepts the help and allows himself to be lifted off the ground. 
As they descend the stairs, they talk as two brothers who love each other ought to. Or so Jessie thinks. 
Arriving downstairs, Teddy prepares some water from the sink, then turns on the stove, takes two eggs from the refrigerator, and sets them to cook on the hot skillet set to heat just moments before.
Jessie doesn't know whether to sit down with the diaper still overflowing. "Ted, I think you'd better change my diaper before we eat."
Teddy doesn't answer, has his back to him, and is focused on beating eggs with a fork.
"Big brother, can you hear me?" the puppy insists, and Teddy finally gives him a look.
"Sit down, the eggs are almost ready," he tells him in a serious tone. Then he starts walking in circles around his little brother. Slowly, step by step, he scrutinizes him.
Jessie follows his movements, then obeys. He sits up, and the shit in his diaper presses his anus. For a moment he thinks some of it has gone back into his rectum.
Teddy finally stops. "Great" he says.
He sounds crazy, the puppy thinks.
"Now I want you to enjoy those great eggs." Teddy takes a clean plate from the cupboard, places it in front of his little brother, and fills it with the sizzling contents of the pan.
"Oh Jess, I almost forgot," he says all of a sudden. "Would you like some salt?" he asks him, and Jess breathes a sigh of relief.
He makes a hand gesture that leaves no bad interpretations. "No thanks."
But Teddy insists. "Then would you prefer some shit? Or maybe some really good piss?"
At that point Jess looks at him in amazement. "What are you saying?" he mutters, and Teddy runs after him.
"I asked if you'd like some feces on your plate along with your fucking eggs."
With quick, jerky hands, Teddy grabs his little brother by the armpits and lifts him as if he is weightless.
He positions him with feet on the chair. Jess tries futilely to fight back. "Big bro, what are you doing?"
"Leave it to me Jess, this is a special recipe!" 
Teddy rips off the regimental straps, the diaper pops open. 
He grabs the plate with a snap worthy of a sprinter, and places it just below Jess's buttocks.
The feces piled in the diaper are dense and full-bodied, with various shades ranging from deepest reddish brown to concentrated black.
Pieces of a variety of shapes and sizes. Braids, cylinders, and shitballs that give off nauseating, hair-raising fragrances.
A symphony of aphrodisiac products spilling by the force of gravity onto the plate of eggs. The red of the yolk and the white of the egg white are replaced by a new dominant color. The entire white porcelain dish is transformed in the blink of an eye.
The first splashes hit the eggs in their center. 
Teddy feels the weight of the dish increase considerably. Try as he might to squint, he cannot peer down at his little brother's anus. All he sees is a shapeless mass of solid and liquid feces that allow him no other view.
The floor fills quickly, rivulets of liquid shit begin to slide out from the edges and soak the floor and chair.
Jessie grits his teeth, tears streaming down his face in the trajectory they are now accustomed to following.
Teddy snickers in delight, sets his plate down on the coffee table, producing a slimey, muddy thud.
"Now Jess, eat your eggs!" he orders his brother in a dictatorial tone.
"I don't want to do that Ted, please!" cries the puppy in a broken voice. 
Teddy scans his face. His muzzle is full of mucus, his eyes swollen and reddened, and a pout of terror seemingly cemented and unshakable.
"Maybe you need some help. You don't have to worry little brother, because I'm here to help you!"
Teddy forces Jessie to sit back down and sink his brown-stained buttocks into the chair. The contact between his irritated anus and the impregnated wood causes a twinge down his entire spine.
The big wolf drops his hand to the plate, sinks his fingers into the shit, and grabs a large amount of it.
"Open your mouth Jess!" he thunders, and the little brother, reluctantly and in more pain than ever, obeys.
The thin lips part, the pouch opens, the tiny baby teeth glisten for a second as sunbeams hit them and highlight their whitish enamel, the tongue vibrates before returning to its starting position.
At that exact instant, Teddy thrusts his hand mercilessly into it. The muscles in his jaw tense almost to the point of tearing, his uvula and palate are submerged in one fell swoop, the walls tinged with brick, as are the tiny teeth.
The bitter, pungent taste seeps into the pores of the tongue, and quickly spreads to the sublingual area where it has easy access to the brain.
Nerve endings present in large numbers at that very spot absorb the smallest particles of shit and send them directly to the puppy's fragile psyche, which, after processing them, begins to manifest its first effects.
Jessie feels excruciating pain and a sense of vulnerability that he had not felt before. Teddy begins to stuff him repeatedly by assigning from the plate full of feces. He shoves it down her throat and into her esophagus, where the shit slides in the direction of her stomach with incomparable elegance and class.
The puppy feels the first signs of fainting. He has already not been breathing for a whole and interminable minute, in which the epiglottitis has not dared to rise to let the feces pass into the airway and consequently cause death by asphyxiation.
He attempts to free himself by waving his arms. He moves his little hands in the wind, then directs his efforts in the brother's direction. He intercepts his hand, already ready with a new steaming load of feces.
He stops him at the last moment, then pushes back in a sudden surge of strength. 
He falls back on the couch, the remaining shit in his mouth slides down his throat, and he is forced to swallow and resist the increasingly insistent gagging.
Meanwhile, his esophagus flares up and forces him to cough repeatedly. He leans forward and hits his chest with firm punches.
He coughs and bits of shit fly off him. 
Meanwhile Teddy claps. "Good job little brother, but you've only delayed the inevitable!"
"Change my diaper!" begs Jessie in a confused murmur. "Please!" he begs him.
Teddy responds by smacking his tongue on his teeth in rapid succession. "No no, you will keep that diaper on until our parents come back."
Then he has a quiver and continues. "In fact, I have a better idea."
 
Depriving him of the diaper, Jessie remains lying on the floor in a desperate attempt to breath properly. He tries and tries again, but every molecule of air he inhales causes him an excruciating burn.
"Aahhh," moans Teddy as he holds his brother's soiled diaper a few inches below his buttocks. Out of his ass gushes an excellent stream of freshly baked shit that pours onto the diaper, invigorating the tissue.
"Aaaah yes, that's much better now!" the wolf exclaims a moment before forcing Jessie back into the soiled and soggy diaper.
Jessie looks at the diaper and cannot believe his own eyes. The day before, when his mother had helped him put it on, it was as white as the foam in the little river near the house produced as a result of the water violently crashing on the shore; then it was snow-white and soft, like the warm embrace of Joline, his sweet mommy.
The one in front of him had lost all its initial characteristics. The bottom, the one in contact with the anus, was unrecognizable. 
A brown, dense background, leaving not a single space of clean inside. At the center of this fecal whirlwind is the darkest blackness, formed by the perennial contact of feces with the tissue.
And now there is not even her own shit, Jessie feels her brother's feces on her buttocks. They are warm, fresh from the bowels. 
He clenches his little teeth, and the foam he produces has a brown tinge that is easily distinguishable from the rest, making it utterly unique.
Teddy smiles at him, believing he is the best brother anyone could ask for. "Fuck Jess, seeing you covered in shit and with that diaper on makes me hard!"
Jessie remains motionless, not even his chest rising, his gaze blank. The older brother approaches him again.
Undressing him, he pulls off his pajama top with calm, controlled movements. He moves like an automaton, precise and without any margin for error with even the smallest of gestures.
Jess remains naked, wearing only a diaper.
"Now little brother we're going to a special place."
Ted lifts his brother and puts him on his shoulder. "Remember how Dad asked us to take care of the farm? Well now we're going to do just that..."
Jessie remains slung over her brother's shoulder. The hairs on his muscular arms sting him from how thick they are.
His brother begins to walk. The living room begins to recede. So does the landing. The front door closes behind them. The morning rays that have just risen hit him, causing the feces in his diaper to bubble up, increasing the stench and melting the thickest bits.
Jess hears horse puffs, a moment later the stench of fresh manure reaches even his nostrils. The barn is covered with thick layers of wood that do not allow even the most insistent rays of light to enter. 
The ground underfoot creaks, strands of hay scattered everywhere intertwined with feces and horse piss. 
The smell becomes increasingly damp and stale as you approach Terence, the thoroughbred stallion owned by the Carson family. 
The thoroughbred is 6 feet tall at the withers, brown coat with yellowish undertones. Stocky, sinewy neck is studded with veins as wide as Jessie's arms. Covering it is a thick mane as black as the darkest corner of the barn.
The four hooves paw the ground, tracing long, even furrows. It happens every time Terence notices someone coming in, because he knows there is a chance they might come out for a ride and he needs to be ready for anything.


Act 8
"Terence, Terence, how are you?" he strokes him on the muzzle, being careful not to touch the most sensitive spots.
The behemoth snorts conspicuously, large amounts of air flowing in and out of his nostrils. 
Teddy continues to stroke it, noting with pleasure the horse's muscle fibers hardening under the light layer of skin.
"An amazing creature." He talks to Jessie, but his gaze remains focused on the horse.
"Terence is a thoroughbred. Unparalleled genetic inheritance, I had the pleasure of riding him when Dad bought him. I was a child at the time, and Terence was as big as a pony."
Jessie listens intently, and hates herself for it. Why does he keep listening to her brother? What is the reason? Why is it that every time Teddy opens his mouth and lets his breath flow, he, like a poor fool, hangs on his lips.
But though these questions grip his psyche, he remains careful not to miss a single word from Teddy.
Ignore the mud that has seeped through the hair of the belly and sternum. He ignores the sickening stench that fouls the entire barn. And he ignores, even though a tiny region of his still undeveloped brain may suspect it, that Teddy has a plan in store for him.
The big wolf also shifts his attention to the other horses, which are decidedly more minute and common than Terence. Moving away from the stallion is difficult for him, which is evident by the grimace on his face the moment he stops feeling him up.
"Ah Jessie...," he sighs between steps. He lifts and lowers his legs in a funny way, but Jessie, looking down at him, his fur matted with mud and his ass covered in shit, does not laugh.
"Terence possesses a certain skill, quite special. Every morning, right about this time, his biological clock goes off."
Teddy turns suddenly toward his little brother. With a leap he reaches for him, and as soon as his paws touch the ground a series of mud splashes go right into his eyes, causing a burning almost more intense than that felt in the rectal area. 
Teddy acts promptly by plugging the puppy's mouth with his hand. The screams explode muffled and devoid of any vigor. 
Jessie's body, which has now become its own part, separate from the brain, flails like a fish out of water. 
He vibrates in a series of pathetic convulsions, which accomplish nothing except to make Teddy's cock harden even more.
"How pathetic you are, my dear little brother," he whispers to him once the puppy has ceased whimpering.
"I don't think you are smart enough to have guessed what I have in mind for you, so let's not waste any more time. When Mom and Dad come back, they'll find the farm better than they left it to me."
Teddy speaks in a pompous voice, feeling like a king, and what he has in front of him is the filthiest and most insignificant of his subjects. 
He turns a sinister glance again to little Jessie. He waits to mirror his own red eyes in the ice-colored ones of his little brother and finally continues. "More importantly, Mommy and Daddy might have one less little problem to deal with."
He smiles at Jessie. He has expressive eyes, gaudy teeth, jaw warped by the smile. The expression of a madman.
He grabs Jessie by the hair and lifts him up. The diaper, overcome by the force of gravity, drops dizzyingly toward the ground, even reaching to skim the floor. It looks like a hot air balloon that, once punctured, falls floppy to the ground.
"That diaper still isn't dirty enough, is it?" he taunts, garnishing the sentence with yet another laugh.
"Fuck, I'm having too much fun," he wipes away a tear and continues.
"Anyway, Jessie, now that I can finally talk to you, I have to confess that I don't hate you."
Jessie would love to laugh at that statement. 
But he can't.
Teddy clears his throat and begins again. "I mean, I know it may seem like the opposite to you. But really, my dear little brother, the way I relate to you is pure and simple love..."
He pinches one of his cheeks, pulling a flap of skin and hair. "And now, let me give you another immense demonstration of how I feel about you."
"The diaper...," mutters Jess, who now cannot think of anything else because of the excruciating pain. "Take off the diaper..."
When he talks, the breath that haunts his mouth is toxic. 
Teddy wrinkles his nose slightly, impressed by that stench, but still remains to listen to everything his brother has to say.
"It burns me. It burns me so bad..."
Jess's high-pitched, sweet voice seems to have transformed for good. No more candid overtones, or small vocal cords capable of generating honeyed, innocent sounds.
Now it stutters, hoarse and plaintive. A black, dark voice, no longer bright and white.
"Oh Jessie, haven't you figured out yet that I don't give a shit about your burning?"
Teddy carries Jess as close as he can to the stallion pen, when he reaches it he lays the puppy on the edge where Terence can smell it.
Jess immediately feels the power emanating from the behemoth. He perceives its mightiness, the hot, swirling breath through his nostrils, and the beady eyes that scan him without missing any detail.
He feels studied and analyzed. 
Terence whinnies as if in approval, Teddy is relieved. 
"Great!" he exclaims loudly, then sets Jessie down on the side of the fence, in a spot where his petite stature will not be able to get in the way of what he is about to do.
He fiddles with the latch, slides the pin onto the base, and a second later Terence is free to get out.
The stallion hesitates until Teddy opens the little door for him and comfortably lets him through.
Jesse is low enough to watch Terence's hooves stamping on the ground, leaving the tracks of his own passage in the muddy slush.
He can't see any more because Teddy grabs him again, this time with more force than before. "Terence has accepted you, and I couldn't be more thrilled, he has chosen you, considered you worthy to receive his feces directly from his anus!"
Jessie is trafficked by his older brother's words. All of a sudden he finds the energy to wiggle, and he does so with all the strength in his body. He makes use of the still-healthy, pristine blood coursing through his veins, puts aside the pain and the burning.
He hits Teddy on the arms, on the shoulders. He punches his chest and kicks his ribs. He closes his eyes to avoid looking his brother in the eye. 
He opens them again only when he realizes that the grip on his neck has stopped choking him. 
He realizes he is on the ground. There is still no light, and the smell has not changed. So he is still inside the barn.
Terence towers two steps away. The bulging chest is almost scary. The mastodon doesn't give him a glance.
Teddy turns the horse around with a slap on the thigh that makes the muscles quiver. The stallion responds to the blow, tail fluttering sending away dozens of flies eager to perch on his anus. 
The hooves reverse their starting position, just a moment and the horse turns his backside to Jessie.
The puppy casts an upward glance. He squints and frames the crevice placed under the tail and between the behemoth's thighs. 
He swallows a piece of saliva with a shitty aftertaste that struggles to go down.
Teddy beside the horse breaks the silence. "So Jessie, you're going to be a good little brother now. Open your mouth."
Jessie shakes his head without a second thought. Teddy looks up at the ceiling and sighs. "Jessie, do what I told you." Then he takes a pause, sensing that his brother's cooperation is almost absent. "Okay you bastard, I'll do it then."
Positioning himself behind him, as he would have done with the stallion, he straddles him. Grabbing his mouth with powerful fingers, he spreads it wide open without sparing even an ounce of strength.
Jessie's lips part one more time, a trickle of saliva remaining the last through before breaking after a few seconds.
"Let's begin!" exclaims Teddy and lets out a prolonged whistle.
Terence, the mighty stallion, neighs and paws at hearing the sound. Then he calms down, and demonstrates to Jess the efficiency of his training.
He spreads his legs in preparation, his buttocks muscles tense, as do his hamstrings and quads. The tail lifts, letting the sun's rays highlight the anal crevice.
The wrinkles surrounding the hole stretch and shrink. Teddy lifts Jessie's head so as to bring him as close as possible to the main show.
The sour smell seeps into his snout like a snake sprinkled with a fragrance that smells dirty and overlooked. Jessie wrinkles his nose, his eyes tighten, and an upturned smile prints itself on his face.
A fart cleaves the air of the barn. It is a very ominous portent of what is to come.  The sickening stench causes Jessie to gasp, which he miraculously manages to resist. The stench assaults his windpipe, from which a searing burning spreads. 
Air infected by the fart lurks in his lungs, contaminating the alveoli and sticking to the lung walls, without a chance to escape.
A stubby cylinder, 20 cm wide, composed of lumps of different sizes and imperfections resembling war wounds, pops out of the anus like a surprise guest.
Devoid of manners, the phallic-shaped piece of feces makes its way into the stallion's rectum. 
The color is even a darker shade than Teddy's. 
Terence lets out a groan, the effort of expelling an object of that size puts even a behemoth like him on edge.
The tip of the cylinder shows itself in all its glory. An unbearable fragrance permeates its exterior as well as its interior, giving it a stench that Jessie had never smelled so closely and with such destructive power.
The pup's nostrils are pushed to their limits. Suddenly, they are unable to withstand further strain. 
They deactivate, with the stench of fetid shit anchored to the walls like a host that won't go away for any reason. 
Gravity causes the piece of shit to parabola downward, its tip eventually resting on Jessie's lips, splaying over them and spreading the first tastes of its own flavor.
The pile descends lower and lower, peeping inside, settling on the palate and teeth, enveloping them in a slimy embrace. 
The saliva and heat emanating from Jessie's mouth very soon melts the incoming shit, turning it into a warm liquid that begins to flow between the baby teeth and under the tongue. 
A few rivulets, the more resourceful ones, begin their slow descent to the depths of the esophagus. 
A hard-to-digest lump makes its way up the palate, carried by a brown stream that provides it with the necessary means of locomotion.
The lump slams on the uvula, which bends after the impact and triggers an instant vomiting sensation in Jessie's digestive system.
The boy gasps, his head jerks forward in a series of sudden convulsions, his eyes disappear from their normal position. 
Nothing but monstrous gurgles issue from his mouth.
Teddy meanwhile does not let go, all the while admiring the fall of the shit-beams into his little brother's mouth. 
Terence doesn't seem to stop. He churns out pieces of shit one more substantial than the last.
Like a factory in full production, the rectum ignites from excessive fecal spillage.
Shit upon shit. Everything Jessie smells, tastes, sees and touches at that juncture is shit.
His entire existence up to that moment seems to him to be composed of shit.
And this very word bounces around in his brain, putting down roots that will never be uprooted again.
Terence whinnies louder than before. He raises his hind legs upward highlighting his muscles.
Teddy reacts on impulse. He rips the diaper off Jessie's little butt. When he has it in his hands, he feels it greasy and soggy. The fabric no longer holds, it has lost all its initial texture.
The smell that was already awful just a short time before has now had time to intensify.
Teddy abandons Jessie on the ground. The baby falls like a sack of potatoes, slamming his face into the soil. His nose crushes, all the shit left on his lips slips inside. His cheeks swell and Jessie feels more and more desperate to breathe. 
He coughs out what he is able to expel, but he struggles. His strength has left him completely.
He does not know why his brother took off his diaper, but he does not want to think about it because he knows it would lead to nothing.
He just abandons himself on the slush.
Teddy hurries to lay the diaper on the horse's buttocks. The stallion acts as if he understands the wolf's intentions, and he does it with extraordinary timing.
At the exate moment when the fabric brushes against his skin, he shits out a consistent stream of semi-liquid shit. 
The diaper absorbs as much as it can, but its center ends up creating a mud-colored pond that reflects the faint light present in the stall.
 Teddy lets the last few squirts gush from the horse's anus before putting the diaper back beside his little brother. After that he walks away in the opposite direction. He returns after a minute in which neither Jessie nor Terence has moved a muscle.
The wolf holds something tightly in his hand, but before Jessie can figure out what it is, Teddy grabs and forces him back into the newly stuffed diaper.
The first contact is the weirdest. Terence's shit envelops the infant's buttocks, warms and hugs them. 
Immersed in a lake of rancid shit, the infant's buttocks soak. The fur gets wet, the anus is flooded all the way to the intestines. A hellish burning spreads like wildfire, bringing with it burns and scalds. 
-I can take it off, I can take it off anytime I want to!"- Jess reflects, one step away from delirium. 
He feels dazed, unable to act, a slave to events, no longer master even of himself. And when a glimmer of hope makes its way through that blanket of anguish and suffering, everything is suddenly extinguished the moment Teddy shows him something he holds tightly in the right hand.
"You're not going to take that off, are you, Jess?" he asks him in that damn voice he's sure he'll never trust again.
"What is it?" murmurs the child in a hushed voice. 
Teddy sighs, inhaling with pleasure the stench emanating from his little brother. The stench in his super-developed nostrils causes him a burst of energy he has never experienced before, and it excites him, and not a little.
He has a tape in his hand, rolls it out with ease, and begins to wrap it around Jess, at waist level, right where the bands are.
Jess shakes and vibrates, making the job harder than expected. The baby does nothing but sob and murmur under his breath pitiful words and pleas for help, made even more pathetic by his swollen and reddened eyes.
"That's it!" Teddy exclaims once the diaper is firmly secured to his little brother's fur. He's abounded with the laps so that the bands won't come off, even when yanked hard off.
Jessie in fact instinctively brings both hands to the swaddles, fingers tapping on the tape before grabbing it and tugging. 
"I can't get it off! I can't!" he cries, waving his hands around his waist.
A panic attack hits him at that precise moment. His body turns to marble.
With such a weight gain, the baby makes no effort to even untangle himself. 
Teddy throws him to the floor again, then kneels behind him and begins to murmur words under his breath. "Very good, very good."
He unzips and drops his pants. The teenage cock leaps out in all its glory, the throbbing head and squat shaft thick with blood.
He grabs Jessie from behind by the hips, squeezes him tightly without allowing him any evasive maneuvers. The puppy does not react. The tears that contour his face come silently.
Ted rests the tip on the diaper and sinks into it gently. 
The glans penetrates the soaked fabric, shit wraps around him the exact instant he breaks through the perimeter.
"AAAhh," moans the boy, feeling the heat flare up around the phallus. 
He pushes again, the cock sinks inch by inch, until it grazes the boy's anus.
He feels the little hole, tickling it with the tip, circling it like a predator does with its prey.
Jess realizes this, and starts sobbing again. Murmurs muffled by the feces clogging his throat. 
Teddy projects forward to reach for his brother's ear. "Pissant, get ready to scream," he whispers to him, and Jess shakes from head to toe.
The older brother sinks into his anus with a sudden thrust. The glans slides in, lubricated by the liquid shit around it. 
He forces his way into the rectum, which dilates as much as possible. The perineum is the first to be stimulated, causing mixed emotions in Jess.
Pleasure but also much pain.
The baby stifles a moan as Teddy continues to fuck him.
He thrusts all of it into him, feeling the tight walls opening as he passes. He pushes and presses in as hard as he can, not being intimidated. 
Jessie's rectum is leathery, virgin. It has never been explored before.
After thrusting all the way in, he pulls out just enough and then thrusts in again. 
Penetration becomes easier and more pleasurable, rivulets of blood spread from the micro-lacerations making it slippery.
The shit adds a note of warmth that lends intimacy to the fuck.
Jessie remains with jaws wide open the whole time, moaning and tensing his brother every time he puts it in him. 
He feels his cock turgid as a rock. 
The baby's body vibrates with each stroke delivered, tears fly from his eyes.
"AAAhhh yes Jessie, I love fucking you so much! You are so fucking pissant! This is all your fault, if you hadn't been so stupid I wouldn't have ravished you!"
Teddy shouts without worrying about being heard. Jessie also begins to scream as the pain reaches unbearable levels.
He cries and pleads for his parents' help. He curses them for abandoning him there at the mercy of his brother.
"Why mom? Why did you leave me here?"
But when he cries out, his voice is weak. The baby is on the verge of fainting.
His little body cannot take the blows, his diaper is on the verge of bursting. 
Teddy proceeds without restraint until orgasm hits him. 
He cum in Jess's ass, stuffing it with his own hot semen. 
Semen mixes with feces and blood producing a heavenly mix.
Ted gasps, feeling exhausted but also pleasantly satisfied. He has emptied his balls. 
When he tries to get up and pull his cock out, Terence pushes him away.
The boy has no time to react and falls to the ground. When he looks up, he sees the stud intent on sniffing Jess's diaper.
"Ah Terence, you don't have an ounce of patience," the boy admonishes him, and Terence reacts with a snort.
"I'll be right there."
Ted goes for a thick, yellowing rope. He drags a dying Jessie across the ground to the outside, Terence persistently tailing them.
The baby is tied to a very strong wooden beam. The stallion whinnies two steps away.
"Well Terence, I'll leave the rest to you then."
Teddy walks home, leaving the spectacle behind.
Terence begins by sniffing the baby's diaper, eyes wide and twitching. 
He flexes his neck muscles and lifts the baby high enough. 
Between his thighs peeks out a stratospheric-sized cock. Three times longer and twice as stubby as Ted's.
Covered in lump, studded with pulsating veins, dark as darkness and with a rosy chapel as wide as the baby's head.
Jessie begins to cry again, the heat assaulting him by foaming the feces left in his ass and diaper. Meanwhile, the stallion dominates him from behind, licks the nape of his neck and prepares to mount him as if he were a mare in heat.
He thrusts into him without a second's hesitation and an ounce of gentleness. He breaks through his rectum at the same instant as he penetrates him.
The cock spreads the baby's ass, numerous cuts sprout with the frequency of mushrooms after a rainy day.
Jessie screams louder until he can taste blood mixing with shit. 
The stallion behind him thrashes wildly, dominating him thanks to his size, mercilessly pounding him. 
He neighs with each hammering. 
Jessie is pushed and pressed to the ground by the behemoth's insistent blows. A huge hole forms in the diaper from which lumpy, boiling shit gushes out.
Teddy returns at that exact instant with an apple in his hand. He bites into it, the crunch of the bite mixing with Jessie's desperate screams.
Terence freezes suddenly. His thoroughbred semen begins to flow from his urethra. 
The copious cumshot travels up the child's rectum to his intestines. With one last cock stroke, Terence even touches him in the stomach.
Teddy throws the core on the floor, gets naked again, and rubs his hands raw. There are still several hours until Jay and Joline come back.