Gree made a big mistake.

The gray fox left the bathroom of his house after flushing the toilet. His mate heard the flush. The brown otter slowly walked down the hallway, tapping a rolled up newspaper on the palm of his free paw. When he saw Otty approach him, Gree swallowed nervously and winced, anticipating that he was going to be whacked by the newspaper.

"What did you flush the toilet for?" asked Otty.

Gree scratched the back of his head. "I needed to go, but I forgot to --"

"I told you to stay in diapers. Did I stutter?" Otty snarled.

"No, master. You didn't," Gree said. He lowered his head.

Otty ordered Gree into the bathroom. The otter dashed away from the bathroom to retrieve something and returned about a minute later. Gree entered the bathroom and stood silently, whimpering -- completely unaware of what was about to happen to him. Otty followed Gree into the bathroom, turned the lights back on and shut the door. Gree shifted his eyes nervously as the otter rummaged the cabinets underneath the sink and retrieved a large, disposable diaper. The diaper was part of a stack that was stored underneath the sink. Those diapers were part of the couple's reserve supply.

After he removed his mate's shirt, Otty pressed his body against Gree's and forced the fox against the wall. Otty unfastened Gree's belt, noisily unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down. Gree was breathing heavily through his nose, paralyzed with anticipation. Otty took the diaper and slipped the back half of it behind Gree's rear. Gree swished his tail as Otty diapered him while standing. Otty put the diaper on aggressively. He made it very clear to the mischievous fox that this time, Gree was staying in diapers for a while. He got the thickest diaper he could find, and put it on Gree. When he finished wrapping the tapes from back to front, Otty grabbed Gree's diapered bulge and squeezed the thickness as hard as he could.

Gree was ordered to sit on the toilet with the seat up. He did just that. The goal was to make him a part of the toilet -- that is, an object that can be used with the toilet. Gree was forced to endure that musk-on-porcelain smell with a hint of artificial pine and freshly doused urinal cake. He was then bound: paws clasped together with rope behind his back, legs spread apart with feet taped with black duct tape to the toilet exterior where the bowl meets the floor. Gree was blindfolded.

"You're going to be my toilet pet," teased Otty. "Don't expect to be changed any time soon."

That's all Gree heard from Otty before the lights were turned off and Gree was left by himself, restrained and ready. With his eyes blindfolded, it was easier to imagine being in a busy, large restroom with a row of urinals on his left and right. He imagined being forced to sit at a urinal while a line of men, caressing their large, plump peckers and desperate to relieve themselves. He imagined overhearing the conversations between the males that he couldn't see.

"This faggot wants to be peed on," says one male.

"Let's give that bitch what he wants," says another.

Gree opened his maw, ready to be used and abused.


Gree returned to reality. The daydreaming left him uncomfortably aroused in his diaper. When his dick got hard, it moved up -- forcefully brushing against the diaper. Precum oozed from the tip of his sexually agitated shaft; it moistened his piss slit and trickled down to his shaved, aching balls. The precum rested by his balls like a thin, syrupy puddle that reintroduced to him the feeling of being wet, naughty and shameful. Before he could fully savor his balls being coated in his precum, the lights were turned on.

Otty returned and closed the door behind him. He walked over to the toilet and faced Gree. He saw Gree panting. The willing fox opened his maw, desperate for a taste. Otty unbuttoned his pants, reached into his underwear fly to fetch his dick and wagged it in front of the fox's muzzle. Gree sniffed and left his mouth open.

Gree felt the otter's slick, thin-skinned member enter his mouth. He welcomed his master's thick, pungent musk. He eagerly bobbed his head back and forth, lapping the cock with his agile tongue and sucking hard. Otty was humping his mate's maw, which helped Gree cover everything from the tip of the shaft to the base -- back and forth. 

Under his breath, Otty called Gree a "slut" who "needed more dick." Gree moaned in agreement.

Before he was about to cum, Otty pulled out. He let his dick get in a half-flaccid state before he relieved himself on Gree. The otter's bladder was already full before he forced Gree into oral, but the arousal helped him intensify the full bladder feeling. The otter grabbed firmly onto his dick, aimed it at Gree's muzzle and let out a stream.

Gree caught the piss in his maw, swished it around and spit it out. Otty smacked Gree's muzzle playfully.

"What's the matter, baby?" asked Otty. "If you want more, I got more.


Without waiting for a reply from Gree, Otty let another another stream -- this time, a lot thicker and more consistent -- onto Gree's chest. The fox felt the pee slam onto his chest. The warm liquid was saturated into his fur. He felt his mate's piss trickle down to his diaper waistband and travel over his diapered crotch. Piss dripped from his hardened, tight bulge and dripped inside the toilet. At that moment, Gree wanted to jerk off and scratch the sexual itch that intensified every second Otty pissed on him. Gree was so aroused, he felt his heartbeat run through his dick. The pressure building up in the fox's loins was intense.

Gree thought: "Fuck me now!" Though he was restrained, his personal restraint was gone. He couldn't contain his excitement. He was sweating. The upper-half of his body stiffened. Seeing Gree find pleasure from the soaking he received -- or deserved, rather -- Otty finished up, buttoned up and walked out of the bathroom as if nobody else was with him. He turned off the lights and closed the door, leaving Gree in the dark once again.

Otty was confident that he was able to stop the fox from climaxing.

Gree squirmed in position. Every time he moved an itch, urine dripped into the toilet bowl. He kept thinking to himself that he was a dirty piss pig. He kept associating himself with denigrating labels: filthy slut, urinal whore. He accepted his punishment with flare. He accepted the abuse that was bestowed upon him. He liked being restrained and rendered helpless and struggling before being forced to accept futility. He was aroused by his own disgust. He loved to hate being peed on like an unwashed trough. He didn't even think about his bladder, which started feeling full.

The fox already embarked on another adventure. He was hard and deeply aroused, but his bladder was demanding attention; it wanted to be freed. The arousal was like a clamp that was on his dick: he couldn't cum and he couldn't pee. Because he was horny, he couldn't relieve himself. Gree moved a little on the toilet and tried to let his mind drift into nothingness. It was a problem -- the foreplay kept him in a state of constant sexual tension. He felt his balls getting heavy in exasperation. He kept smelling his master's scent on him, and it reinvigorated his arousal. 

Gree thought how much he just wanted to wet himself. He wanted to wet his diaper because he had to; he needed to. He had no choice. He was a baby, and diaper-wetting is what babies do. He wanted to pat his diaper and celebrate his 'cubby' side. The fox was easily amused. By now, he wasn't as aroused. His dick was flaccid enough to allow a few drips to moisten the inside of his diaper. He imagined dressing lik a sissy: purple-colored schoolgirl outfit with a short dress. He -- no, she! -- wanted to be the princess that Otty caressed and cuddled with.

He started wetting himself. It happened so suddenly. He was peeing so forcefully that he heard the diaper fizzle: the absorbent core couldn't absorb so much at once. Gree had a twisted look on his face, looking down at his drooping diaper, which turned dark with wetness. He wondered how it would feel if he wet his diaper -- a pink diaper, no less -- with a dress over it. He thought: "I'm a very naughty girl, and I got a secret that nobody else knows but me!" He didn't want to be alone when he wet. He wanted someone like Otty around, sniffing out of curiosity. What's that smell? Is it her? Did she -- no, she couldn't have! 


Back in the bathroom, Gree drained his bladder successfully. His sheath was bathing in the warmth. Feeling relieved, he sighed. It took a few minutes before he arousal returned. This time, his dick poked the wetness inside his diaper: a convenient reminder that was dirty both inside and out. Hanging just a few inches from the toilet bowl water, Gree's diaper was sufficiently soaked. The yellow wetness indicator was now gone. The tapes were barely holding on. The outer surface of the diaper had a fine, shiny gloss as a result of Otty pissing on him. It seemed so ludicrous, but it felt right. Being on the edge of leaking felt amazing.

A couple of minutes passed. Gree started panting again. He felt his dick throbbing wildly. Otty walked into the bathroom, turned the lights on and inspected Gree. The otter checked Gree's diaper. Wet. He rubbed Gree's chestfur. Still moist and rich with thick, irresistible musk.

After he said that Gree was a "good girl" for him, Otty jerked his pants and underwear down. He began jacking off. It wasn't too difficult to gain momentum: he was already hard from earlier. Gree instinctively whimpered, begging Otty to cum; begging the horny otter to grace his body with spunk. Otty jerked himself faster and faster. His cheeks turned red. His body warmed up. He felt every strand of hair on his oily, furry body. He was sweating from his forehead, just underneath his partially green-dyed hair. He throbbed and throbbed before ejaculating three spurts onto Gree's muzzle and chest. Otty was immediately drained.

While the otter's sticky mess dribbled down to his belly, Gree immediately creamed his diaper. For the first time in two hours, he moaned a word: "OHHHH!" For two hours, he carried the burden of sexual anxiety only for all of it to be released at once. He thanked Otty profusely for the "punishment" as he sat, covered in a piss and cum-covered glaze. Here's how he felt after being restrained on the toilet for a while: helpless, humiliated, relieved and accomplished. He couldn't ask for a better boyfriend to entertain his wildest desires.

Gree and Otty ended the afternoon together in the shower. Otty scrubbed his mate passionately in between passionate kisses on the lips. Otty gazed at his boyfriend's eyes as he smiled calmly. As soap bubbles hugged the tiled walls around them and steam filled the bathroom, Otty's mind was swarmed with ideas. 

Otty leaned over to Gree's right ear and murmured, "You know you're going to be dirty again soon, so let's savor the moment, shall we?"