“You aren’t going to make it?” Derek huffed incredulously.

“Don’t whine; you sound like a cub,” Cody responded, rolling his eyes. “I couldn’t get the time off of work, but I already talked to Zane and he’s still up to go with you.”

“He’s your friend. It’s going to be weird without you there,” the younger wild boar complained.

“Don’t worry about it. You both love hiking and camping, and it isn’t like you don’t know him at all. You’ll still have a lot of fun and it’ll be a great chance to really get to know each other without me getting in the way anyway,” his brother noted, trying to placate his anxious sibling.

Derek had recently graduated from high school and would be turning 19 in the very near future. About to enter university, he and Cody had planned a weekend trip into the woods along with his brother’s best bud, a lynx named Zane. The older porcine had already finished with his schooling and entered the workforce, but his friend was entering his junior year of college and was conveniently enrolled in the same school as the timid pig. Cody, never having shaken the habit of playing the overly protective older brother, asked his feline friend to keep an eye on him, show him the ropes, and be his roommate. While the two had met on many occasions throughout the past several years, they had never spent much quality time together and this trip was intended to bridge that gap.

There were a couple of complications that arose in their plans, however. Derek had long had a crush on the attractive cat and could scarcely hold a conversation with him without shyly bumbling through his sentences and stuttering. Cody may have recognized the attraction for what it was, but had neither encouraged nor discouraged it. Whatever ended up happening between his Zane and his younger brother was their business as far as he was concerned. Maybe it would even be best if they hooked up for a while. After all, they’d be sharing a dorm in a few weeks time, so it would definitely be convenient for them as long as youthful anthro didn’t get all starry-eyed and romantic.

The second snag was a bit more concrete and a lot more embarrassing. And it was a problem that the pig intended to do everything in his power to keep underwraps for as long as possible.

The day of the journey came and the early autumn air was excellent for enjoying time outdoors. Derek had his bag packed with all of the supplies he could possibly need for a few day’s trip, along with a couple of necessary items specific to him secreted away at the very bottom of his pack. His brother was there to see them off and helped load up feline’s SUV with their tent, sleeping bags, and small cooler full of food and drinks.

The 21-year-old lynx was dressed in a tight, black sleeveless shirt and a pair of cargo shorts rolled up maybe an inch or two higher above the knee than they needed to be, showing off his sleek legs and muscular arms. He preferred to keep his footpaws exposed for comfort, as he often absent-mindedly flexed the toe claws into the dirt, and instead of any sort of footwear simply wrapped some athletic tape between his toe-pads and primary paw-pads. Zane was a bit on the short side, but had a svelte frame that, combined with his tendency to bounce energetically when restless, spoke of regular hours of physical activity. He liked to swim, camp, play any and all sports, and generally indulge in physical competition. There was a dominating presence about him despite his stature, and he too often wore the fierce, self-assured smirk of an anthro used to success. To Derek he was a perfect embodiment of smoldering, brash confidence, and everything that the wild boar himself, unfortunately, wasn’t.

The pig fur was a couple of years and several months his junior at 18. He was nearly as fit as his crush, though far less traditionally athletic. Rather than spend time in a gym or play team sports, he preferred to get his exercise in nature by hiking and rock climbing. Unlike his boastful and forward brother, he was reserved and his appearance matched his mild temperament. He was always quick with a smile, but a bit quiet and awkward until he was sure of himself, which often came too late to secure a friendship. He stood slighter taller than the feline (excluding the fluffy tufts on the top of the cat’s ears) about 5’8” and was a just a bit heftier at about 150 lbs. Derek had shiny, white tusks and his legs end in ebony cloven hooves, neither of which made him as imposing as he felt they should due to his deferential demeanor.

After they hugged Cody goodbye, the duo climbed into their seats and left for the not-too-distant forest where they had planned their trip. They didn’t speak much during the drive. Conversation would have been rather difficult, since Zane kept his music blasting so loud that the entire vehicle vibrated with its thunderous beats. The porcine found it terribly noisy and had a hard time even telling what the music was above the crackle of the straining speakers and rumble of the bass. He thought that surely with a feline’s sensitive ears it would be too intense for the cat, but the lynx merely nodded along with tunes as he drove. 

Derek kept glancing at Zane out of the corner of his eye, not letting himself stare directly at the object of his secret affection. The older anthro had a golden-yellow coat with black spots that were small and sparse across his back and hips, but grew more common and larger as the extend down his arms and legs (the porcine had seen him shirtless many times over the years, which provided no shortage of fuel for pawing sessions). All four of his limbs as well as his tail-tip and tall ear-tufts ended in completely black fur. He had a large spot surrounding his right eye making his vivid emerald-green iris stand out all the more strongly- though his eyes were known to shift colors depending on the lighting to a mellow chartreuse at times. His nose, paw-pads, and inner-ear skin were all a fleshy peach.

The boar eventually forced himself to look at something other than his visually pleasing companion during the ride. Seeing the sun shine against his smooth, spotted fur and the clothes pulled tightly across his body caused an embarrassing physical reaction from the pig, and he didn’t want to make what was sure to an awkward trip even more so by having his erection visibly tent his jeans at its onset. He squirmed in his seat and felt his hardness strain uncomfortably against the taut fabric of his underwear until he succeeded in distracting himself enough for it to deflate.

After several songs, Zane thankfully turned down his music. It was still far too loud, but at least a half-bellowed conversation could be held over it, even though it bothered the normally passive porcine to raise his voice so much.

“So...you getting laid these days?” The feline questioned with a casual shout. With his relentless focus on sex in his everyday life, Derek wasn’t surprised that those were the first words he’d spoken in a while. The lynx was known to have had many boyfriends and girlfriends throughout his few years at college, openly and flippantly exploring whatever he found that he enjoyed at the time.

The meek boar felt his face flush at the sudden invasive question, and opted for an honest, albeit timorous, shake his head rather than speaking.

“Charming guy like you? Hard to believe,” the cat teased, shifting in his seat and glancing sideways at his passenger over the rim of the dark shades that he had donned while driving into the brightness of the sun.

Derek felt heat flood his face as he blushed even more furiously than before.

“Never seen you with anyone, but you’re into guys right?” Zane continued, either oblivious to his companion’s embarrassment or covertly savoring it.

His passenger nodded silently, his head jittering in erratic little bobs.

“That’s what I figured. It’s gonna’ be a real quiet weekend if you don’t open that mouth of yours,” The lynx commented, cocking a brow.

“Sorry,” the other anthro managed to vocalize above the music.

“Hey, I-...I’ve been a bit of asshole in the past, but I want to leave all of that behind us, yeah?” It was true that the cat had often been a bit of a bully to the younger fur, even with Cody around. Without the tougher boar to encourage them to get along well, Derek felt that it was bound to get awkward and risked Zane falling back into his old, bad habits, even if he had matured a bit with age.

“Look, I know your brother wants me to be some sort of mentor for you or something, but I’m barely more than two years older than you and I’m not what you’d call the most responsible fur in the world anyway,” the feline went on as he shifted in his seat in a rare display of unease. “So since he decided to ditch us, let’s change the focus of this trip a bit.”

Derek, glad that the conversation started to gravitate away from him sex life, waited for the handsome lynx to elaborate, but Zane seemed to quickly collect himself and gave the pig a playful wink. A song he must have really appreciated came on because he suddenly cranked up the volume and slid his shades up his snoot in a smooth motion. A short while later they were off the road and lazily meandering through sparse foliage. The jarring bumps of the SUV tossed the boar about a bit until he fell clumsily against the feline’s shoulder, eliciting a smirk from the other anthro. Not long after the porcine righted himself, they discovered a decent-sized glade to make a camp in and parked. Surrounded as they were by nature’s bountiful majesty, it was hard to believe that they were only a brief trip outside the city.

“The place is perfect!” The cat exclaimed, looking about. “It doesn’t look like anyone has ever used this clearing to camp in before. A virgin spot. It can be our secret.” He smiled over to his passenger conspiratorially.

“Yeah. Our secret,” Derek commented somewhat distantly as he took in their surroundings.

“So what kind of guys are you into? If we’re going to be sharing a dorm, I’d rather not be competing for the same furs’ attention, if you know what I mean?” Zane questioned, immediately transitioning back into sexual banter as he had removed his keys from the ignition and the music abruptly died away.

“Well-”

“And now that I can buy booze this year we can throw all sorts of parties. College guys are great! They’re always up for some fun. You a top or a bottom? Switch?” The cat continued to press as they climbed out of the vehicle and started to unload their camping supplies.

“A b-bottom. I guess. I- I’m not that...experienced,” the boar managed to stammer, face glowing warmly at his admission to someone far more adept than himself.

“Figured you for a sub. Well, keep up the coy routine and you will be experienced. It’s cute. Plenty of furs would love to dominate a shy, little boar,” his brother’s friend commented with a smirk, making him blush all the more furiously and question what he meant by the statement.

He might have been just teasing, or he could have meant it as a genuine compliment that other anthros would find him attractive. Did Zane think he was cute? Did Zane want to dominate him?

Did he want to be dominated?

The lynx was ravenous in his sexual appetite, and generally had no qualms about making that well known. It certainly wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility that he’d be interested in a bit of fun with Derek, though the porcine knew that if he was looking for love, it would be best to look elsewhere than the capricious feline.The uncertainty of whether or not the cat was interested in him made him nervous, so he busied himself by helping set up their campsite while remaining as distant as possible and only answering direct questions. They erected their tent and built a firepit in good time, with plenty of daylight left for a hike. 

As they tramped into the woods, Zane, perhaps sensing his new friend’s unease in an uncharacteristic bout of tact, edged off his questions about Derek’s personal love life while they wandered and instead chatted about more mild topics like the pig’s chosen field of study and his ambitions for after graduation. It took awhile for the feline to get the younger anthro to speak in more than mumbled fragments, but the wild boar eventually opened up and began to feel more comfortable with his audacious companion. Soon they were conversing more casually than they ever had before over the last several years.

Underneath his impetuous facade, the feline was actually pretty likable. He had a forceful personality and dominated their conversations, but was genuinely friendly enough once Derek began to see past his bombastic attitude. Zane seemed to have a one track mind, however, for seemingly despite his best efforts, he could scarcely keep his mind off of the topic of sex for very long. It was virtually no time at all before his fellow fur learned that the lynx was an aggressive top and conceivably even enjoyed the complete submission of his lovers over the actual act of sex itself. From then on, the boar struggled to avoid thinking about what it would be like to fully surrender to the athletic cat and feel him slide into the tight ring below his tail.

The pig felt his briefs grow restrictive again at the concept and sensed a damp patch of pre spreading across the cotton pressed against the tip of his erection. He adjusted himself quickly at one point while the cat glanced away for a moment and hoped that the smell of autumn forest would conceal any scent of his arousal from the feline’s keen nose.

Eventually, the sun started to set and the anthros decided to make their way back to camp to watch the twilight unfold and roast their dinner on spits over the crackling heat of their campfire (fish for Zane and a collection of mushrooms and root vegetables for Derek). Having exhausted much of their conversation over the course of the day, they idled briefly on topics like memories they shared of being around Cody when they were younger and other, similarly trifling things, but eventually settled into near-silence as dusk painted the sky and fireflies winked in the air. As the horizon darkened the air chilled and they found themselves gravitating close to both the fire and to each other. The pair each absently leaned in until their shoulders bumped awkwardly together and lingered there for a time. Out of the corner of his eye, the boar noticed his older friend surreptitiously giving him predatory glances and brief but telling grins.

The pig’s heart fluttered nervously at what might or might not be happening between them, but tried to shove it aside. He’d never been with another fur, let alone one so experienced, and wasn’t sure he would up to satiating the cat’s voracious appetite for dominance (as enticing as the prospect was). If they ended up sharing a sleeping bag there would also be the awful and embarrassing moment when the boar would need get up and confess his greatest secret before they’d be able to drift off to sleep. It was something he had intended to hide as long as possible, even though he knew it would have to come eventually, especially once they lived together, but wanted to retain some shred of privacy about the matter for just a bit longer.

Derek never shook the bedwetting problem that reared its head in his adolescence. He already experienced the humiliating transition to adulthood, whereas a fully grown fur with his own part-time job and responsibilities, he was required to purchase his own nighttime protection from the pharmacy, rather than getting his parents to obtain it for him. Cody, of course, knew of his issue and planned to help keep it hush by distracting the lynx while his sibling quickly and quietly padded-up for bed in their tent (he’d need to sort out his own plan for secrecy or have a frank conversation with Zane once they moved in together, but that was a problem for the future). Now that hike occurred short one pig, he had to formulate his own plan stealthily don his diapers in the woods, since he was confident that he wasn’t ready to have that delicate conversation with his crush just yet.

He knew the discussion going to need to happen before they started sharing a bedroom every night, but Derek wanted to enjoy his fantasy of being lusted after for a bit longer before his humiliating problem shattered any attraction the sexy cat might hold for him. To that end he decided that he should probably disappear into their tent and put on his diaper before it got so late that they would wander in together and he would have absolutely no privacy to do so.

“I want to check my bag and make sure that I packed...something. Back in a moment,” he blundered through an explanation as he stood and turned on the camping lantern so he had enough light to see by.

Zane watched the boar wander away with a lavacious leer, focusing on the firm roundness of his hindquarters. He was lithe and lean, as far as pigs go, with a slight bit of muscle-tone visible beneath his short, coarse umber pelt. With his frame, it was unlikely that he’d ever fully grow into the broad-shouldered muscle-gut physique that porcine anthros tended to be known for. The lynx knew from times spent swimming with Cody and his brother that he had a series of shaggy, black horizontal stripes across his back, starting at his shoulders and wrapping all the way around his biceps that grow narrower the closer they get to his rump. The pig fur was demure and perhaps a little willfully ignorant of his advances, but experience told the cat that he would fold soon enough. With the Derek’s unwavering apprehension, he couldn’t wait to press him out of his comfort zone and see him writhe beneath him. He was a shy submissive; Zane’s preferred type.

The feline noticed that his friend gather his pack from outside the tent, pull it inside and zip the flap back up with curiously alacrity. His shadow was clearly silhouetted against the canvas wall of the shelter, and danced erratically with the light of the small lamp. Zane’s tail lashed rapaciously as he watched, and his ears perked up as he heard the backpack being opened up. The dark shade of the other anthro rummaged through the sack and eventually found whatever he was looking for inside. Then, to the cat’s surprise, when he rose to a stoop, rather than exiting the tent he began to fumble with his belt and undo his jeans. The shadow shimmied them down his hips and thighs, eventually stepping out of them and casting them aside.

Zane’s lustful inclinations toyed with the tantalizing spectacle. He was able to clearly make out each movement the other fur made, but without fine precision. The dark outline was crisp in some places, dark smudges in others. Why was he taking off his pants? Was there a plump bulge to his crotch, the tellings of a swollen sheath and hefty sac, or was it a trick of the light? Was he even wearing underwear at that point, or did he slide them off with his jeans? If so, which kind? The dominant lynx couldn’t wait to tear them off of him when the boar finally gave in and submitted. His imagination danced with the possibilities, and he decided to stalk closer for a better view.

Derek hurried through the motions of diapering himself. Having had a bedwetting problem throughout his entire youth, he had learned early how to change himself as a cub to avoid the compounded embarrassment of needing one of his parents or older brother to do so. After discarding his pants and briefs, the wild boar sat on the ground and shivered slightly with nervousness as the cool air caressed his now bare thighs. Quickly, the anxious pig reached for his crinkly, white protection.

He exhaled a heavy sigh at the humiliating garment and how it would likely prevent him from ever getting to spend an erotic evening with Zane. The cat was going to find out eventually, when they became roommates, and surely he would have a good laugh at Derek’s expense, then immediately discard any notion of taking the porcine as a lover. He’d been surprisingly flirtatious throughout the day but that definitely would not last, Derek mused sullenly, as he expertly laid out the diaper, hoisted his shirt and raised his hips, then settled his rump into the inviting cushion of the plush padding.

With speed and precision the bedwetting anthro folded the rustling plastic over his crotch. While he stretched the tapes into place he cringed when he heard the plastic and adhesive loudly protest as he adjusted the fit. Each slight alteration that he attempted threatened to reveal his secret.

Zane smiled cruelly to himself. He had his suspicions about what his best friend’s brother was doing after getting close and seeing the way that his shadow shifted across the canvas, but distinct sound of the tapes tearing free of plastic confirmed it. He lived for humiliating and degrading a subservient lover. Wearing diapers to bed was perfect fodder to demean one with. And since the boar seemed to require them, they would have always be on hand if the cat wanted to use them as a vexing prop during sex once they shared a dorm room. That was, of course, if Derek was the true submissive that the feline suspected him to be. A fur who wanted to be taken and debased as much as the lynx wanted to conquer him.

The pig’s heart skipped a beat as, suddenly, the tent flap zipped open and Zane stooped to barge in. The boar was on his back, hips still slightly raised with his bulky padding clearly on display between his thighs while he adjusted the garment. He was frozen in place, His beautiful, crystal-blue eyes (which Zane had always quietly adored him for) were wide with horror that his secret had been revealed in such an embarrassing way. The lynx stood hunched there with a superior smirk plastered on his face and cruel glint to his eye.

“I knew that’s what you were doing!” He laughed. “Who would have thought little Derek was a bedwetter?”

The mortified porcine’s face grew hot as he awkwardly and futilely tried to cover his shameful attire with his paws.

“It...it’s not like I can help it,” he eventually stuttered in response.

“The school year is looking a whole lot better! I can’t wait to have all sorts of fun with this,” Zane taunted.

“I- please stop,” the Derek pleaded, grasping for his jeans while the cat gently nudged them out of reach with his footpaw. “It’s embarrassing enough that I need to wear these every night.”

“Calm down, piglet. I’m not the bully I used to be. I’m just teasing you,” the feline told him, his impish grin settling into something marginally more friendly. His eyes flashed downward. “Though it seems like you might like that a little.”

To the boar’s humiliation, the lynx was right. He had a noticeable bulge in his padding where his length had stiffened and pressed unyieldingly against his diaper. Derek felt his turgid member throb as he considered the embarrassment and taunting. He had fantasized about being taken publicly by an aggressive dominant when he pawed off on numerous occasions, but he surprised himself by being so immediately and unexpectedly aroused by being mocked and degraded.

“Besides, you look kind of cute in those,” Zane continued. “Move your paws.” His order was causal but carried the weight of confidence behind it. Trembling, Derek unconsciously complied, fully revealing his padded state.

The cat gracefully dropped to his knees and crawled over on top of the shaken, reclining wild boar until their snoots almost touched. The pig could feel his friend exhale near his face, the breath coming in hot, heavy, and ever so slightly uneven. Zane placed one paw firmly on the lump in the front of the other anthro’s diaper. Then he moved his muzzle in closer and pressed it roughly against the boar’s. The kiss started aggressively and only increased in passion as he failed to be rejected. The lynx’s tongue sought entry into Derek’s muzzle and within seconds tasted his partner. While they kissed, the feline massaged his friend’s hardness through the crinkly plastic concealing it, eliciting wanton moans for the virgin fur.

“I think you want to submit to me. Am I right?” Zane huffed, once their kiss was broken.

Derek nodded meekly, his chest rapidly rising and falling in time with the cat’s.

“And I think you want me to humiliate and debase you like the subby bitch you are.”

“Y-yeah,” the pig stammered, feeling his maleness quiver against the soft lining of his diaper and release a jet of pre at the notion.

“Then do exactly as I say and I’ll give you exactly what you want. And if you enjoy this, you can be my plaything all year,” the feline instructed. His fangs caught the lantern-light as he smiled and his pupils narrowed predatorily, despite the limited illumination.

The boar swallowed in anticipation and nodded his assent.

“Good,” Zane commented with a cruel smirk as he moved his paw further down to the rustling, white padding and cupped the other fur’s groin. He found the weight of Derek’s sac through his diaper and squeezed lightly to claim ownership of the sensitive orbs, evoking a gasp of desire from the submissive anthro. 

“Use it. Piss yourself for me!” The lynx commanded suddenly.

The pig felt heat flood his face in shame and his spade-shaped ears drooped noticeably. The humiliation was intense as he skewed his face in concentration. His natural reservedness made it difficult to begin his stream, but he was eager to submit to the cat’s demands, afraid of disappointing him. With considerable effort he felt a small spray release into his padding. Wetting on purpose was a unique and interesting feeling. Normally, he went to sleep completely dry and only when he woke did he find his diaper soggy and yellowed. But now, felt the warm moisture bloom across the lining of his protection, and the dark stain likewise blossom over the front of the padding beneath his master’s paw.

Zane stared fiercely at his soon to be lover, tongue flicking aggressively over his gleaming teeth and tail lashing. His dominant presence was undeniable. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he felt the the flow began. Once the porcine’s bladder finally gave in and let him saturate his embarrassing attire, it was difficult for him to stop. The floodgates had been opened and the spurt of urine became a steady surge, sloshing audibly into his diaper with a hiss and causing it to swell and sag noticeably. The wetness of his fresh pee felt strange against his groin and rump. It was warm with its acrid scent hanging in the air. It was a far cry from the cold, sodden dampness and stale scent he generally awoke to in the morning.

The thirsty padding eventually soaked up the entire deluge of boar piss as Derek’s torrent steadily tapered off. His erection renewed he heard the cat chuckle and play with the weight of the now used diaper in his paw. A noticeable bulge formed in Zane’s tight shorts and the smell of his arousal was detectable even over the potent odor of porcine urine. 

“You actually did it!? Good. Get used to that soggy padding because you aren’t changing out of it until morning, and that’s if I decide to let you. No other clothes over it either. I want to see you wearing nothing but a diaper for the rest of night,” he ordered, finally removing his paw from the plastic to deftly unzip his shorts and slide them halfway down his tone thighs. He wore low-cut briefs underneath, a vibrant lime in color with with white elastic piping. The fabric was pulled taut across his sheath and sac, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. Ever contour of his groin was highlighted by the soft cotton hugging his maleness. “This school year you’ll be wearing nothing but your diaper when we’re alone in our dorm. Maybe I’ll even have you wear one under your jeans when you go to class,” the cat mused devilishly as his companion stripped off his shirt.

The tip of his penis, rapidly swelling due to his harnessing of authority, had entreated out of its fuzzy confines and fought against the underwear. It leaked enough pre to cause a dark stain on the fabric. The scent of impending sex hung, intoxicating, in the air. The dominant lynx brought his crotch near to the boar’s face and watched as his snout twitched at the enticing hint of pheromones.

“Kiss it,” Zane demanded. “Worship my cock and balls! Tell me how much you want to taste them. How much you want me buried inside of you.”

Derek shivered eagerly as Zane commanded him to submit fully and subject himself to the humiliation of begging to be used for his sexual gratification. He leaned forward, feeling his piss squish out of the padding like it were a depressed sponge from his shifting body weight, further wetting the fur on his ass. He pressed the side of his face against the bulge in his top’s underwear and rubbed against it, before turning his neck to kiss it as passionately as he had the feline only moments before. The musky smell of the sweaty briefs that the athletic cat had worn throughout their hike assaulted his senses and he tasted the salty-sweet tang of pre through the cotton.

“What do you want?” The lynx prompted as his length becoming fully engorged at the attention.

“I want to be your diaper bitch. I want to suck your cock and feel it in me everyday. I want you to humiliate me and use me whenever you want. However you want. I want you to make me swallow your cum everyday,” Derek moaned huskily as he caressed his master’s clothed phallus with his lips, doing his best to comply with his partner’s demand to be worshiped. He was surprised by his own boldness. His needy arousal clouded his judgement and overrode his normal timidness. “I want you to keep me as your bedwetting boar slave!” He claimed.

The cat quickly tugged down the elastic at the front of his underwear and positioned it behind his fuzzy sac, revealing his barbed, five inch erection. The peach flesh glistened as rivulets of pre trickled freely down its trembling length. He jutted forward his hips and placed the tip of his leaking cock at his new property’s mouth, which readily opened to allow the organ entry. The horny pig took it into his maw and rolled his tongue along it, tasting his dominant lover’s emissions and savoring his position of submission to the cat’s relentless aura of authority.  Zane bucked repeatedly into the boar’s throat, letting his textured length glide across the porcine’s tongue until his crotch fur pressed against the pig’s snoot. He released jets of watery pre and aggressive grunts with each thrust.

Derek moaned around the member in his mouth, lost in the bliss of tasting the cat. After a few short minutes Zane roughly gripped the fur on the back of his submissive’s head and pistoned away into the other anthro’s throat with wild abandon. He felt his leg muscles tense and his tail swish as he drew close. His sac pulled tight and with one final thrust, the lynx rammed his cock in deep and unleashed a gush of feline cum. Ropes of hot seed splattered across the porcine’s across his tongue and into his throat as he swallowed all his master had to give. The cat gave a few mighty spasms and an involuntary hiss as orgasm wracked his body.

Chest heaving, he stepped back and let his softening maleness draw a shimmering strand of semen between its spined tip and his lover’s mouth. He stuffed his genitals back into his underwear and surveyed the wild boar. He enormous lump in the front of his diaper where his unfulfilled erection fought to be free.

“Paw yourself through your diaper,” Zane ordered.

Immediately the pig began to perform his task and pressed against the soaked, rustling plastic with his hooved fingers. He massaged his dripping, six-and-a-half inches or marbled, corkscrew-shaped flesh through the confounding thickness of the absorbent underwear. His breath hitched as he repeatedly drew close to climax, but with the sensation muted through the damp padding, he failed to push himself over the edge.

“Cum for me now or I won’t let you have a release all school year,” the lynx snarled.

The idea of being utterly controlled and not being allowed a release except at the other’s fur capricious whims invigorated Derek’s arousal and with a few more aggressive strokes across the front of his diaper he felt himself tense. He groaned with satisfaction as he shuddered and erupted into his diaper with one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experienced. His hot, sticky essence dripped around his sheath and balls, mixing with the urine and providing an uncomfortable and constant awareness of his humiliated state as he settled into his afterglow.

“Excellent,” said the cat with a satisfied nod. “You’ll be sitting in that mess all night, so get comfortable.”

He sat down next to where the spent boar was sprawled, and rolled over him so that half his lithe form was draped possessively over the younger fur.

“I can tell that you’re going to enjoy being my toy,” he commented with an edge to his voice that caused the boar to shiver with anticipation. “Though we might have to work a bit on your dirty talk.”

Exhausted from the day and from their recent, mutual release, they drifted off. As they fell into the haze of unconsciousness cuddled against one another, the young porcine’s mind spun with the implications of what had just transpired.

The next morning, Derek awoke to find that the cat was already awake and no longer possessively snuggling him close. He could hear the lynx moving about outside the tent. The pig looked down and noticed that his diaper was even more sodden than when he fell asleep, confirming that he had, like usual, wet heavily in the night. The tapes managed to hold as the swollen padding sagged between his thighs and he staggered to a stoop. Fumbling for his bag, the groggy boar intending to follow his morning routine and change out of his soaked protection. He noticed the feeling of his cum and piss damp around his groin and felt a pang of arousal at the stark reminder of the previous evening. Simultaneously, he both lamented and reveled in the fact that he wouldn’t be able to shower clean until returning home.

He opened his backpack and dug through his possessions. Despite his best efforts, Derek couldn’t find a clean pair of underwear amongst his clothes. He figured that he could just wear his pair from the previous day, since the sweat and musk of the hike were going to mean little when compared with the aroma stale piss and cum. To his surprise, they were also missing. The brown-furred anthro unzipped the tent and stepped outside, soggy diaper still hanging from his hips.

Zane was standing by the campfire. It was a smaller flame than the one that they had built to cook dinner with and the younger fur assumed that the cat was preparing their breakfast. Until, that is, he spotted that the feline had both his pairs of white briefs that he had brought on their camping trip wadded up in his fist. Hearing his friend trod out into the morning, the feline looked smugly over his shoulder and flashed a winning grin at his new sex partner, clearly enjoying taking in the sight of him standing in only a well-used diaper. With a casual, graceful motion he lifted the underwear and flicked them into the smouldering flames. They quickly smoked and ignited. Within moments they were ash.

“I decided that you’ll have to destroy the rest of your underwear when we get back. It’s only diapers for you for as long as you’re my plaything,” the lynx explained.

The boar felt his yet-to-subside morning erection inexplicably throb at the prospect, even as he swallowed nervously. He didn’t particularly enjoy wearing his protection. More often than not he resented it, even if he had come to terms with the need for them. However, the idea of being so thoroughly controlled, degraded, and humiliated by the cat set his heart aflutter. He bit his lip and nodded, waddling awkwardly over to his golden-pelted master while the bloated plastic sloshed about between his legs.

Zane motioned for him to turn around with a twirl of his paw. Though curious as to the reason, the porcine complied. His curiosity didn’t last long. The older fur pulled at the back waist of the diaper and quickly undid his shorts before pointing the tip of his plump sheath down the rear of the padding.

“I haven’t had my morning leak yet, and since you’re already soggy, I figured I’d use you as a toilet. I’ll progress to using your mouth, eventually, but for now, enjoy carrying my piss around with you for a while,” he said. With a sigh of relief, his stream started to flow. The pungent scent of an overnight bladder-full assaulted Derek’s senses, as the hot spray of urine splattered next to his tail and ran down the dark fur of his rump and into his padding.

The cat wasn’t joking around. His powerful torrent continued uninterrupted for nearly a minute, swelling the diaper to capacity. Piss started to seep out the legs of the padding and trickle down Derek’s thighs. Once the lynx had finished, he milked his length of its lasts remaining droplets and wiped the tip dry across his submissive’s lower back.

“Come over here,” he commanded as he walked toward the treeline. The feline hadn’t even bothered to zip back up his shorts, and left his plump sheath on display. Once they arrived, he pulled a substantial coil of slender twine rope from his pocket and ordered the wild boar to hug the trunk of a massive tree. The oak was far too large for the anthro to wrap his arms all of the way around it, but he did his best to please his lover. Zane wandered to the other side where he deftly bound Derek by the wrists. The pig was left helpless with his drenched diaper fully exposed and jutting out behind him.

The lynx applied some lubricant from a small bottle that he had brought to his fingers on one paw and roughly shoved it down the back of the pig’s sopping wet diaper. He found the boar’s tight, virgin hole and felt him fidget and squirm at the sudden cold slickness of the lube. Without any further warning, the cat wriggled a digit into the hot confines of the fur’s waiting entrance. Derek gasped and involuntarily flexed, squeezing his ring around the invading member as it twisted deep inside of him and brushed against his sweet spot. His legs shook with anticipation as the older fur withdrew almost completely before thrusting it deep within again. He repeated the motion several times, caressing the anthro’s prostrate with each pass, until his slave was relaxed enough for him to gradually force a second finger inside. Zane scissored and twisted his paw to elicit a new round of moans and whimpers from the ready porcine.

“I’m going to give you a sample of what I have planned for you all year,” the athletic cat hissed in his ear. “But first, beg me for my cock again. Let me hear how badly you want me.”

“I need you inside of me. Use me! Make me your slave,” he pleaded in return, almost whining with need.

Zane quickly shucked his shorts and underwear and kicked them aside before liberally applying a splash of slippery lube to his renewed erection. He shivered with pleasure as he felt his paw glide across his sensitive barbs and tapered tip of his glossy length. The feline pulled down the rear of his property’s sodden padding and lined himself up with the other fur’s barely prepared hole.

“I’m never gentle,” he snarled, leaning forward and nipping at the boar’s ear.

Derek whimpered wantonly.

With a powerful thrust of his hips he plunged himself inside to the hilt and unleashed a throaty groan of satisfaction while his submissive moaned out in ecstasy at finally being penetrated by the fur he’d desired for so long. Zane ground his hips and pistoned into his lover’s heat with a methodical roughness, slamming against each pleasure point within the boar. He forced the pig’s body against the tree that he was bound to with every stab of his cock. With one paw he dug his claws into the the porcine’s hip while the other snaked its way into the crinkly diaper to fondle Derek’s trembling member. He expertly massaged it as he pounded away, his paw pads slick with lube and pre. His slave’s penis jolted and leaked over his claws as he toyed with the tumescence and coaxed it to the verge of release.

Zane’s intensity in both thrusting and pawing increased rapidly. He pressed his lithe form against the equally fit pig until his rolling hips were practically a blur. The cat’s tail lashed ferally this way and that as he snarled and aggressively fucked his toy. The porcine’s breath hitched as the barbs of the cat’s cock scrapped delightfully against his prostate and his hardness repeatedly twitched, eager to cum. Finally, the wild boar was pushed over the edge and and with a tremendous grunt he tensed and shivered, unloading his seed into the already leaking padding. The scent of his sex filled the air and his body locked up with the throes of orgasm. He clenched down on the lynx’s buried maleness, squeezing it tightly and bringing him to the brink as well.

With a triumphant hiss, Zane slammed deeply into the boar one final time and ejaculated within him, splattering his insides with a sticky spray of feline essence. Derek felt the cat’s fangs suddenly clamp down on the scruff of his neck in a lustful bite. Despite his orgasm the night before, the unbridled arousal of utterly dominating the pig caused him to produce plenty of cum. He filled him until it leaked out around his engorged cock. The lynx huffed a line of hot breath across the boar’s nape, causing him to quake weakly while in their afterglow.

“This is nothing, Derek. I’m going to use and humiliate you more than you ever dreamed possible. The entire college will know you are my property,” he declared in a husky, panting voice. “But this-” He suddenly leaned in and aggressively kissed his new lover along his throat while squeezing his soggy, well-used padding from behind. “Can be our secret.”

Derek, feeling his heavy diaper sag satisfyingly between his thighs as his new master’s softening erection began to slip from his abused hole, couldn’t wait.