The ashen rat waited until his mate was sound asleep before snaking an arm out from beneath the covers to snag his phone off of the bedside table. He shielded the screen with a rosy paw so that the light didn’t disturb Myles’ slumber as he scrolled through his saved audio files. His willing slave had so readily taken to the last subliminal alterations that the mischievous rodent couldn’t help but try to reprogram his peon just a tad more. His newest addition was to be a bit more sinister than the last. The symphonic track should implant the post-hypnotic suggestion to cause his beloved pet to fully empty his bladder whenever he heard a certain word, in addition to his continued nightly proclivity for bed-wetting, of course. The amethyst-striped vermin had secretly recorded his chosen trigger- juice- earlier and embedded it in the script. He was determined to push the limits of just how much he could humiliate his lover.

The murine carefully propped himself up on an elbow and peered over to his obedient property, sleeping deeply on his side. The speckled ram had one arm folded comfortably beneath his metallic-blue streaked ebony horn and the other lazily outstretched. Their blanket had slipped down to his knees, clearly revealing that he was dozing in nothing save for a poofy diaper. The sheep had only just dozed off and his still-dry padding retained its stark white color. Garco quickly snapped a photo of the adorable pose and promptly changed his wallpaper to the embarrassing image. He then retrieved his earplugs to temporarily deafen himself and set the two hypnosis files to play back-to-back in order to continue to reinforce the nocturnal wetting while simultaneously introducing the new compulsion.

Pleased with how malleable his darling partner’s brain seemed to be, the rat laid back down and slowly drifted off himself as he planned the next day’s activities. If his submissive caprine companion both loved and loathed his uncomfortable shopping trip, he was going to get an even greater humiliation-fueled adrenaline rush the following morning.

Several hours later, Myles awoke to the incessant screeching of the couple’s alarm clock and swung his hooves over the edge of the mattress to sit up. The bighorn’s groin was warm and the extra cushioning still felt awkward to sit on, even after having done so for no small amount of hours the afternoon before. His testicles ached terribly from the way his plump sheath exerted itself against the unyielding bars encasing it; putting pressure on the steel ring wrapped behind his sac that held his cock cage solidly in place. He took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly before craning his neck downward and tentatively opening one dazzling, sky-blue eye. The sheep’s diaper was swollen and discolored to a pale yellow, obviously heavy with his urine. Thankfully the absorbent underwear held up well through the night just as the packaging promised, and the sheets were spared.

He released a melancholy sigh and let his head droop, demoralized, between his shoulders. “How can this be happening now? And everytime I sleep?” He huffed to himself as he put his face in his palms and groaned.

Exasperated, the silver ram rose and stretched, feeling the weight of his soggy protection sag between his thighs, before clumsily toddling to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He hoped that his master would be up and about soon. He knew the perverse pleasure the vermin would get from seeing the soaked diaper about his waist and mercilessly teasing him about it, and the caprine was also certain that he would be severely punished if he were to take it upon himself to change out of his saturated padding without prior permission. He was already owed discipline for his failure to swiftly obey orders from the previous day and didn’t intend to accrue more unnecessary suffering.

As Myles spat out toothpaste he spied Garco sauntering up behind him in the mirror. He had donned a pair of sheer, black trunks that hugged every curvature of his bulge and left little to the imagination. The drowsy rodent’s morning erection had yet to fully subside and the hardness pressing visibly against the fabric was a reminder of his own forcibly chastised state. His owner cocked his brow with a superior smirk as he looked his toy up and down before his glassy-black eyes finally settled on his servant’s well-used diaper.

“At least you won’t have to do laundry today,” the rat quipped smugly as he drummed on the sodden rear of the rustling plastic with his swift claws.

“This isn’t normal. I’m too old to start peeing the bed like this,” Myles responded, blushing furiously.

“You’re fine, I’m sure. It’s probably just something...psychological. Just enjoy being my bed-wetting diapered bitch,” the vermin encouraged. “I’m confident that you’ll feel better after a good workout.” The duo went to the gym for a couple of hours on every Sunday without fail, determined to stay in shape. “You did well yesterday, pet, with a few exceptions. You actually went through with buying your diapers. You’re still due a punishment, though,” the murine mused aloud. “I’ll tell you what: I’ll flip a coin. If it’s heads I’ll let you wear your normal tighty whities to the gym, but you’ve got to stay locked up so that everyone in the showers can see that I own your tiny prick. If I flip tails, the cage comes off that pathetic cock of yours but your fluffy butt is going to the gym padded. If you protest at all, you’ll be both locked and diapered the whole time.”

Garco was proud of the game of chance he thought up on the spur of the moment. He wondered which option his amenable slave would prefer. The crinkling, disposable underwear might be pointedly ignored by the other anthros in the locker room for the most part, or at least the emotionally mature ones, who would possibly just assume that such a thing was medically necessary. Not that it would be any less humiliating for his submissive to be standing in a room full of masculine furs wearing nothing but a diaper. On the other paw, the chastity cage was an overtly sexual and unmistakable tool that others would no doubt recognize for what it was as well as make the bighorn’s workout quite uncomfortable.

The dominant rodent felt secure in removing the frustrating device for a few hours if fate agreed to it. It wasn’t like his mate was going to risk arrest simply to masturbate in a public gym, no matter how horny he was. The sheep was pent up enough after the past couple of days, however, that he would probably be embarrassingly rigid the entire time they changed out of their gym clothes and showered anyway, especially when surrounded by sweaty, athletic anthros of all shapes and sizes. If the activation word worked, and Myles was wearing his diaper as they went through their normal routine, he would be mortified as he needed to change out of a wet one in the locker room. If his unimpressive length was restrained, he would be compelled to accidently piss in his shorts in public. Either way was sure to be highly entertaining for the rat and incredibly unnerving for his lover.

Garco disappeared from the bathroom and returned a moment later with a quarter in paw, agilely spinning it betwixt his clever digits.

“What are you hoping for, pet?” He inquired rhetorically before flipping the coin a couple of feet into the air and then snatching it back with his lightning-quick fist.

The ram swallowed anxiously. He was unsure which outcome that he preferred. Which horrifyingly demeaning item would he be stuck wearing in public? His heart hammered away in suspense while fate decided his future. The rat held out his paw and unfurled his fingers excruciatingly slowly. The caprine leaned forward and focused with great intensity.

“What’s it show?” The roguish vermin asked, his fleshy tail lashing impishly, not even glancing at the coin in his palm.

“T-tails,” his property stammered, voice meekly wavering.

“And what does that mean?” The rodent pressed. “What’s your punishment for failing to piss yourself immediately when I told you to yesterday?”

“That that I have to wear...my diaper...to the g-gym,” he replied, quivering.

“That’s right. And after today’s punishment I don’t think you’ll fail to wet yourself when instructed ever again,” Garco sneered. “Now: let’s eat some breakfast, take that cage off, have you change into a dry diaper, and get dressed to go workout.”

After a quick meal, with Myles sitting in his nearly dripping padding all the while, the domineering rat allowed his squirming partner to put on fresh protection. As soon as the sheep laid down on the floor and untaped his wet diaper, his master knelt beside him and slyly produced the key, as if from nowhere, needed unlock and remove his restrictive device. The bighorn flushed uncontrollably as he lifted his hindquarters so that the murine could slide away the soiled garment and place a crisp one beneath his rump. With expert precision, the dexterous vermin taped the untainted padding into place. Its dry lightness teased the ram’s newly freed sheath and he found it incredibly difficult to not get an erection. His diminutive member seemed to be in a perpetual state of half-hard arousal, creating a small but noticeable bump on the front of his diaper.

As the hooved fur packed a clean change of clothes for after their exercise into his duffle bag he considered about how, despite the horrifying humiliation he would soon face, he would at least get a hot shower after their workout to rinse the scent of his own piss, his keeper’s marking, and the sweaty musk he was going to work up out of his pelt. After tugging on a tight-fitting shirt over his metallic-streaked horns, Myles tried to pull up his gym shorts. The polyester had to stretch slightly to accommodate his padded rear, causing the fabric to appear faintly translucent as it clearly showed every outline of his diaper. He gazed at his crotch and cringed at the unmistakable shape beneath the synthetic cloth. He shuffled to the mirror to study himself standing in various natural poses to see just how obvious his padded state would be. The swish of his shorts sliding across plastic and audible crinkle with each step the apprehensive caprine took was painfully noticeable.

As he peered at himself, the jittery bighorn wished he had a longer shirt that was suitable for a trip to the gym. Anytime he even only slightly bent or twisted the hem rode up and exposed the ruffled waist of his regrettable underwear. His top was jet-black and his shorts a were a vibrant crimson, so the bold white of the diaper peeking out between them readily apparent. There was simply going to be no way to keep it from being revealed repeatedly as he went through his regular workout techniques, especially in a room full of full-length mirrors and competitive anthros checking one another out. Finally, of course, there was the locker room afterward where he wouldn’t even have the benefit of covering the thick padding at all.

“Come on, pet, we’ve wasted enough time this morning,” Garco called to him from the other room. The dutiful sheep knew better than to keep his impatient mate waiting and hastily collected his bag. They headed out the door together and, a short drive later, the pair were entering their local gym.

The duo wandered up to the reception counter to check in with their passes and then made their way to the locker room to put their gym bags away. The thick diaper intended primarily for overnight wear caused Myles to walk unnaturally. It was, thankfully, still completely dry and not saturated to the point that he had to awkwardly waddle like he was forced to the previous evening, but there was definitely something unusual about his gait that even detached onlookers would be sure to notice. After securing their belongings they traipsed out onto the fitness club’s floor. As it was a weekend, the place was plenty crowded with health-conscious furs. The ram preemptively drooped his ears in shame.

As the couple went through their warm-up stretching routine the flustered caprine was acutely aware of how prominent his diaper bulge was. It was certainly conspicuous to any anthro who even casually glanced their way. When he reached his arms high above his head or across his torso he knew that the front was achingly evident just below his midriff, possibly visible all of the way down to the tapes that strapped it tightly to his hips if the waistband of his shorts had slipped low enough, and when he arched his back to touch his hooves, there was easily four to six inches of rumpled, white plastic exhibited to the world. The sheep’s face was perpetually hot as he blushed furiously in embarrassment and hoped the random furs that he caught the eye of wouldn’t pay it too much attention to him. As though destiny conspired against him, before the rodent and his slave even made it off of the mats reserved for limbering up, there were already a couple anthros snickering and indiscreetly poking thumbs his way to alert their friends.

They started off their workout with some cardio, finding a pair of unoccupied treadmills side-by-side. The bulk between the bighorns’ thighs made it difficult to maintain a full run, causing him to take lumbering, uneven steps, and the excessive pace greatly amplified the crinkle that accompanied his every movement. They stayed well hydrated throughout the jog, the rat made sure of that, having brought two large reusable bottles of water for them each. Once they had put enough miles in for the day, they decided to finish off their trip with some weight training.

The vermin went through all of his sets first with well-trained alacrity while his subservient mate spotted him and then they swapped positions. When it was the Myles’ turn, his master coached him through his various lifts before finally spotting him on the bench press. A couple of reps into his first set Garco suddenly turned to wave over to a nearby raccoon who was drinking deeply from his water bottle, having just finished some rather intense activity by the looks of him. He couldn’t have been older than his early twenties and was built of lean muscle, not unlike the sheep’s controller. He had handsome markings to his face and carried himself with a sense of self-assurance. The blue-speckled silver anthro instantly knew what was coming as well as just how exposed he was to spectators as he lay on his back with his knees stradling the bench, arms up and occupied. Curious, the jock sauntered over, followed immediately by his array of companions.

“Hey, I really have to go take a leak. My mate’s only just started his set, though. Could you do us a solid and spot him for a couple of minutes until I get back?” The pale rodent requested, his voice was amicable but his tail whipped about wickedly.

“No problem, bro,” the masked fur responded, nodding back to his friends, before taking the purple-striped rat’s place just above and behind the stranded sheep. His tight, lycra shorts traced his impressive sheath and sac and the ram struggled to not stare at what was right in front of his face. He smelled of fresh sweat and musk, and as the ram was up close to its source he was almost drunk on the scent. The raccoon’s chest still rose and fell from the exertions of his own workout. The obliging anthro looked down at his new charge and placed his paws beneath the chrome bar that Myles struggled to hold in place during the exchange. The bighorn felt the tickle of cold air breeze across the shaggy fur of his belly, but had no hands free to adjust his shirt. He knew that while stuck in the compromising position, especially considering his lamentably semitransparent shorts, his diaper was blatantly on display.

The sheep felt the blood rush to his face and his ears folded back when he saw the raccoon’s quick eyes dart to his crotch and widen slightly, brows raised. His new spotter kept flitting his eyes back and forth from the lifting fur’s groin as they counted reps together and the ram’s depraved owner took his time returning. The group of bystanders that tagged along with black and gray anthro openly sniggered, though whether it was intended at Myles’ expense or if they were simply lost in their own conversation, he couldn’t say.

“Thanks, buddy. We appreciate the help,” Garco stated, beaming at his property’s utter indignity, as he returned.

“No problem,” the cooperative fur replied, shooting one last obvious glance at Myles’ bulky, diapered crotch. The embarrassed anthro sat up abruptly to adjust his shirt, almost cracking his curled horns on the recently stowed barbell in the process, but the attempt was futile. The caprine could see in the mirror behind him out of the corner of his eye that there was no missing the massive portion of white plastic between the hem of his shirt and the waist of his running shorts. Apparently the raccoon’s friends noticed as well as there were roars of raucous laughter from their direction immediately after he rejoined them. 

“When were done with our workout, why don’t we treat ourselves to one of those fancy expensive drinks you like at the juice bar?” Garco asked, doing his best to dampen his villainous smile as he tested out his slave’s newly implanted command word while the ram stood and self-consciously hitched up his shorts.

There was a faint hiss barely perceptible above the muffled music the gym speakers constantly piped in and Myles looked about, confused for a couple of seconds, before he realized that the noise emanating from him. As his protection swelled between his legs and the moisture drenched through his pelvic fur he realized what he was doing in an instant and his face went slack. ‘Oh, no! It’s getting worse!’ He thought, horribly alarmed. With all of the water he drank during their routine the flow just kept going, flooding into his diaper and causing it to balloon and press evermore tightly against his gym shorts until the semi-opaque garment failed to do anything to hide the padding at all. He was powerless to stop or even slow the deluge and thirsty lining continued to absorb all the hydration he had to give.

“Something wrong?” The patterned rat asked, eyebrow cocked. He fought to maintain his composure. It was all the vermin could do to not gleefully cackle at his success at embedding such a potent trigger. It was sure to be a primary source of amusement for many weeks to come.

“I...I think that I-,” the trembling ram shifted his eyes about to see if there was anyone close enough to overhear and lowered his voice significantly, “-that I...just wet my diaper.”

As his abashed mate made his confession, Garco saw the raccoon and his group of four friends wander into the males’ locker room, sweat towels in their paws. The changing room and showers would be certainly be crowded enough for the next several minutes for the cunning murine to have a bit more fun at his lover’s expense.

“Well, pet,” the rat answered cruelly, “that was poor timing on your part, because we’re just about done and now everyone in the lockers will see your piss-soaked diaper. Lucky for you though, I bought a spare since you were going to need a fresh one to change into after our shower anyway.”

Myles slumped. His sheath always twitched at the thought of being so publicly humiliated in fantasies, but he wasn’t sure he had the nerve to change out of a wet diaper and into a clean one in front of an audience of strangers. His master had been steadily pushing his limits further and further lately and the bighorn had resolved to see them through. He was used to the embarrassment of having the smallest cock in the showers, although adding “padded” to that made him feel a bit faint.

“Come on,” Garco coaxed his partner, sensing his toy’s hesitation and leading the way with purposeful strides.

The caprine hurried to keep up with his lover, feeling his yet-to-be absorbed urine slosh about with every graceless, wobbling step that he took. They reached the door to the locker room and the ardent rodent eagerly pried it open. The humid air and alluring scent of sweaty males wafted out in a fog from the portal as the mates entered, Garco boldly advancing and his slave meekly tottering along behind him.

The rat wandered to the lockers that the two had placed their belongings in and released the latches, quickly and precisely spinning the dials with practiced ease. He unzipped his bag and removed his towel, flippantly tossing it on the bench behind him, then casually began disrobing. In seconds he was standing relaxedly nude. He hung his towel over his shoulder and stood, hips squared, so unbothered by his casual nakedness in a public venue that he might as well have been posing.

“Hurry up and strip down so we can hit the showers,” the rodent urged.

Hesitantly, Myles gave into the coercion and followed suit. With quivering limbs he removed his shirt and then looked around the locker room furtively as he lowered his soggy rump onto the bench, plastic undergarment prominently peeking out over the waistband of his shorts. There were nearly another dozen anthros about the room, though none were paying them much mind. His body weight compressed the saturated protection and he felt the moisture squish around his sac and sheath, and he worried for a moment about springing a leak.

“What are you waiting for?” Garco asked with a slight authoritative edge to his voice.

“I’m just looking for a trash can,” the bashful ram replied quietly.

“And just what do you need a trash can for?” The vermin inquired mirthfully, raising his voice louder than it needed to be.

“To throw away my wet diaper,” Myles mumbled.

“I didn’t catch that. What did you say?” The rat responded, flicking his ear.

“I need a place to throw away my wet diaper!” the sheep stammered more emphatically. He had to work himself up to vocalize the statement louder and ended up repeating nearly as resoundingly as his owner spoke a moment before. The muttered banter around them quelled as he was quite obviously overheard. Some furs released snorting laughter openly. Others, though far fewer in number, pointedly and politely ignored him.

After a couple of seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity before time caught up with itself again, a neighborly voice from the other side of the row of lockers they were situated at cried out, “There’s one over here!” This invited a fresh wave of chuckling.

Face as hot as the sun, now that there were more eyes on him than before, Myles rose and shimmied out of his gym shorts until he stood in only his obtrusive, yellowed diaper. The sound of the tapes being pulled free was ridiculously bolstered by the hollow echo off of the tile as he undid his diaper, slid it from his dripping loins, and rolled it into a sopping ball. He staggered around the corner, padding in paw only to find the helpful raccoon from earlier along with his friends who were all either sitting on the bench or leaning against the lockers socializing in various state of undress. They grinned patronizingly and were (poorly) stifling amused laughter. Sure enough, though, whoever had spoken had uttered the truth. There was a large, mesh garbage bin within view. The caprine reluctantly trotted over to it, eyes on the floor as he he skirted close by the group, and dropped in with a wet thud.

The bighorn dared to glance over at the small crowd as he made his return trip and and noticed the athletic raccoon staring rapaciously at this undersized package.

“Don’t be shy. I’m just returning the favor, cub,” he said with a smirk, even though he was clearly a couple of years younger than Myles was. The sex slave blushed deeply and fought the urge to bleat in embarrassment before he blundered back around the corner to where Garco waited.

The sheep hastily rummaged for his towel and flung his musky gym clothes into his locker. His hooves clacked against the floor as the partners wandered into the showers together, the imperious rat leading the way with a needlessly slow pace. Almost all of the shower heads were occupied by the variety of furs in the steamy chamber. As the ram gazed around he could see that all of the other anthros had one thing in common; their sheaths easily outclassed his miniscule member. Even the sleeker, smaller species like Garco had equipment that was clearly larger than his, drawing condescending smiles from the those who noticed him peeping and comparing. The humiliation made his maleness swell, and he had to fight with his body to prevent his length from engorging and showing its true, shameful size. With perseverance, Myles managed to make it through thoroughly shampooing his piss-stained fur and even scrubbing his crotch with little more than his eager, charcoal-colored tip sneaking out from his fluffy sheath. He did his best to hide the undersized semi-hardness with a smattering of suds.

After some time spent washing and drying, the stimulated ram followed his keeper back to their lockers. The vermin rooted through their possessions and pulled out a plush diaper, its brilliant colorlessness matching his snowy fur and standing boldly out in his coral paw. He was needlessly clumsy in retrieving it and handing it off to his pet, especially given his natural dexterity. This caused it to crinkle loudly and again attract the attention of those curious and nearby. The submissive bighorn grimaced, but unfolded the garment and set it on the bench and than sat down on it, straddling his seat. With some effort, as he was still not incredibly proficient at the task, he managed to tape himself up ably enough, once again confining his ready phallus to a padded prison.

Just as the accommodating anthro finished adjusting his protection, the attractive raccoon sauntered around the corner, without wearing a stitch, with a swagger to his hips that accentuated his gifted body. After pausing briefly to offer Myles (who was still clad in nothing but rustling plastic and absorbent fluff) a lurid stare, he strode up his rodent master, putting the ram eye level with his uncovered, magnificent sheath. It smelled faintly of intoxicating arousal. He held something small and shiney between two fingers and offered it to the rat. The caprine could make out that it was a still-wrapped condom with phone number hastily scrawled on it on one side.

“I’m Roscoe,” he said, introducing himself presumptuously. “If you ever want a third to help you destroy your little friend here, call me.” The cocksure fur winked at the ram as he emphasized little.

“Sorry, dude, but we’re closed. He’s my personal property and I’m not into sharing,” Garco huffed derisively. The sheep nearly swooned at the display of ownership and he was, for once, glad that he was diapered so that no one could see the dribble of pre leaking from his insignificant hardness. “That said, I never mind an audience. So maybe I’ll call you sometime so you can watch me claim his ass.” He nonchalantly plucked the rubber from from the raccoon’s extended paw and then dismissively waved him away. 

Mildly deflated, the naked fur rejoined his group as they finished drying off and associated with a casual disregard for their comfortable nudity.

Myle’s had trouble fitting his jeans over the diaper and had to awkwardly hop as he emphatically strained to get them on. After finally managing to dress, his normally already form-fitting clothing unfortunately left no questions as to what they failed to conceal. He plodded behind his master out onto the gym floor again and toward the drink stand. All the while, he heard laughter and chatter around him. The exhausted caprine had no idea if the humor was directed at him or if it simply felt that way.

After commanding his toy to sit down, the rodent left to order them something to quench their thirst and returned a few moments later with a couple of large glasses of vibrant-colored nectar in in his paws. As they relaxed, the ram kept fidgeting and tugging down the hem of his shirt, unable to see but absolutely positive that the back of his diaper was revealed to the world as he sat on the backless stool. Garco demanded that he to stop adjusting his clothing entirely and he winced as he found himself unable to stem even the slightest amount of potential exposure. The murine drank his treat incredibly slowly, savoring it as well as his charge’s uncomfortable wriggling.

When they at last finished their large beverages the rat smiled mischievously and asked, “How was your juice?”

The bighorn felt his bladder unexpectedly twinge and a damp warmth immediately began to spread across his crotch, splashing into his padding. It was happening again, he was unintentionally wetting himself with and powerless to cease his sudden enuresis. His brief foray back into not having his fur reek of urine had ended, and he had only recently put on the only fresh diaper that they had brought with them as well. The padding inflated with this torrent and the sheep look of shock alerted his lover to incident. The moisture crept across his hindquarters, soaking his groin and rear. Myles bolted to this hooves and turned toward the door, eager to return home. 

“You may want to hold your bag behind you,” Garco teased, biting his lip to stifle his humor somewhat, as he also climbed off of his seat. The caprine craned to look at his back and almost choked in horror as he saw a pair of tell-tale crescent moons of wet fabric below his rump, right where his diaper gave to his upper thighs. It seemed as though Myles hadn’t done up the absorbent undergarment tightly enough and his pee had seeped through. 

Feeling like his mate had experienced enough torment for a single public outing, the white and purple vermin acquiesced to leave, motioning for his property to evacuate with a haughty gesture of his paw. He followed briskly behind the ram as he rushed out the door at a pace just a bit slower than a sprint. They clambered into their car together and after a brief ride they arrived at their house. The sheep could scarcely stop trembling from the exhilarating adventure the entire ride, even with the nervousness around his inexplicable incontinence. The lovers were barely out of the vehicle when the rat directed his slave go straight into their basement sex dungeon. 

In mere minutes, the caprine was on all fours, locked in place with a spreader bar separating each wrist and each ankle and a substantial choker firm about his neck. A short length of heavy chain connected his the tight collar to the brickwork and ensured that Myles wouldn’t move more than a couple of feet from the wall until set free. A second set of metal links attached to the same ring served as a leash and was pulled taut behind him, held in place by his desirous rodent owner. He had been stripped to nothing but his inundated padding, and rivulets of piss escaped from his diaper and streaked down the creamy fur of his inner thigh. The shaggy, silver anthro whimpered obscenely and presented his ass, horny from their humiliating trip and aching to be used for his controller’s pleasure. It has been days since he had last had a release and he craved his master’s cum inside of him, even if he couldn’t have any reasonable expectation of achieving his own orgasm.

Garco, having fully disrobed, was kneeling behind his enthusiastic servant and grinding his engorged sheath against his plaything’s piss-soaked diaper, pressing more trickles of ram urine out of the leg holes. With a deft claw he carefully pricked a hole in the discolored plastic and then sliced a tear in the soggy padding. Through the wet fluff he could see the needy black ring of Myles’ tailhole. 

The rat slicked his already fully erect length with a liberal drizzle out of a bottle of lube that was kept nearby, pumping the slick concoction over every inch of his penis with his fist as he used the fingers on his other paw to prod at the sheeps awaiting orifice. The captive moaned and bleated softly as he felt a slippery digit worm its way inside of his heat. The vermin wiggled his long, slender finger in all of the way to his knuckle and felt the warmth compress around it as Myles’ involuntarily flexed his yielding entrance. Garco withdrew shortly after, not wanting to stretch his pet too much. He gently grasped the base of his leaking tumescence and angled it to line up with the fissure he tore in ram’s disposable garment.

With a forceful stab he sunk his cock mercilessly into the sheep until he buried it deeply enough to feel his fuzzy sac smack against the diaper. The bound ram cried out in pain and passion as he was harshly penetrated. Without the steel bars encasing his equipment, he was free to attain a full erection. The small hardness rubbed pleasingly against its damp confines as his mate roughly fucked him with deep, powerful thrusts, but even with several days worth of unspent seed, the gratification wasn’t great enough to send him over the edge. The bighorn repeatedly drew close to the brink of ecstasy but frustratingly failed to be pushed over as the solid member continually slamming into him assaulted his prostate.

“Do you want me to call that raccoon and have him watch me take you like the little bitch you are?” The aggressive rodent taunted, bracing himself with a paw on his property’s lower back as he arched his own to grind far into his lover as he sprayed his insides with watery pre. “Maybe he can laugh at your tiny, useless cock as I take you. Maybe afterward you can tell him how much a bed-wetting cub you are.”

Garco was exceedingly horny from the all day exertion of dominance and arrived at the precipice of orgasm quickly. He wasted no time finishing, shuddering with a low hiss as he pumped his partner’s hole full of pungent vermin spunk with several spasming ejections. Myles clamped down on the convulsing phallus as he felt his owner erupt within him and flood his ass with hot, viscous cum while gripping his hip with his spindly claws.

After climaxing in his unfulfilled and bound slave, he leans over the prostrate body over his ram submissive and reaches around his waist to slip an agile paw into his diaper. The silver anthro felt the svelte form of his master press against him and a sylphlike paw grasp his hard, pathetic maleness, stroking it languidly for several seconds. The ram’s testicles drew tight as he was about to finally orgasm.

“Do you want to cum, pet?” The rat huffs into his ear, hot breath playing across his neck and jaw as he lightly massaged the sheep’s short, quivering length.

The other fur whined as he tried to buck against the dexterous fingers and finish himself off. The murine quickly disengaged, bringing his paw to his muzzle and tasting Myles’ pre with a flick of his tongue.

“That’s a shame since I’ve decided how I’m going to help you with your new problem. I’m going to lock up your little lamb dick and keep you caged until you can keep your diapers dry at night through a whole week. How’s that for motivation?” He asked with a sadistic smirk. “Oh, and every morning you wake up soaked, you’ll be heading to work in your wet padding,” Garco added as though it were an afterthought. The sexually frustrated sheep gulped in dread and trembled, but he knew better than to protest.

Hours later, after Myles had been successfully locked up once more, the devilish rodent casually deposited the key to the chastity cage’s padlock into the rubbish bin.