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Chapter 7: Fetch

The sensation of the chastity cage firmly affixed to Bolt's bits was an unfamiliar one. Although he had indulged himself in the odd fantasy or two involving their use, not to mention consumed a not so small amount of online content featuring them, he had never had the opportunity to experiment with one himself. Now, not only did he feel its iron grip keeping his jewels firmly contained, he had experienced what it felt like to be caged up against his will.

The diaper played a significant role in serving as insulation between the tiger's hip and the chastity device. Had it not been snuggly taped around his waist, it would have likely been a painful experience for both him and the feline. The padding around his waist resolved all issues, insulating his front and bottom in a manner he was slowly becoming accustomed to.

The comfort of the fresh pair of crinkling underwear was beginning to grow on him, unlike the subdued erection he now found almost impossible to calm down from. As if further spurred on by the impossibility of growing to his full length, the knowledge itself that he was utterly helpless in even popping a boner made it all the more maddeningly frustrating to have even this most basic of privileges sorely denied him.

Reflexively, he let out a puff of air from his nostrils in frustration. Yuri immediately picked up on his impulsive act and chuckled softly, his canines flashing as he gave the pup a toothy grin.

"Having trouble?"

He remarked, sarcasm dripping from his rumbling tone of voice as he rounded at the foot of the stairwell and turned into the living room.

Cinder was reclining idly on the couch, a bottle of wine stood open on the coffee table in front of him. Cupped elegantly in one of his paws, the caracal sipped lazily from his glass of red before glancing up to greet the two furs with a smile.

"Well, if it isn't our favorite little pet! Did you have a nice nap, puppy?"

As Yuri stood next to the couch, his arms wrapped around Bolt's lower back and underneath his padded bottom, he gently bounced him up and down as he watched the husky's ears bob gently up and down from the movement. The caracal reached up with his free paw, affectionately patting the subby canine on his diaper butt, eliciting loud crinkling from the material. Bolt blushed, not for the first time that evening by far, and nodded softly in response as he found himself suckling on his pacifier gag for comfort.

Bolt had to admit to himself that the process of napping, messing, and getting changed into a fresh pair of diapers had been quite a refreshing experience. After getting his fur cleaned up by the doting attention provided by the burly tiger currently holding him aloft, he had indeed found himself feeling grateful for having his diaper changed. Despite the cage now hindering any sort of pleasure he might have gotten from the situation, he could not help but feel a sense of contentment from the attention.

Bolt's ears perked up as Cinder moved his paws down to reach for something underneath the coffee table. The caracal caught the husky's movement, reading his eagerness and giving him a whimsical grin in response.

"Oh? Are you an excited little puppy dog?"

Cinder now clutched a bright, neon green tennis ball in one of his paws. The husky's eyes alighted upon it immediately, and despite himself he felt his tail beginning to wag behind him. Although an anthropomorphic creature, the genes involved in finding enjoyment in running and fetching spherical objects still remained. Although, adults such as himself usually worked out such fascinations through keen engagement in ball-containing recreational sport.

However, when Bolt had been an actual little puppy, he was no exception when it came to being a lover of a good old-fashioned game of fetch.

Cinder held the brightly colored orb up on one of his paws, making direct eye contact with Bolt as he twisted his wrist back and forth, shaking the ball. Bolt's eyes flitted from the ball to Cinder's steady gaze, his heart rate rising in his chest as he felt the excitement of a chase building up. Yuri lowered him to the floor, his padded rear crinkling against his hindpaws as he was sat down in a kneeling position.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

Yuri had settled himself down on the couch after selecting his own cup of wine in his paw. He held the wine glass up to his muzzle, his nostrils flaring delicately as he noted its contents. Cinder glanced over to Yuri, leaning his head forward as he gave him a sideways glance. His eyes lighting up, he nodded and placed the tennis ball on the surface of the coffee table. Bolt followed every movement.

From behind one of the couch pillows, he withdrew a pair of soft, baby blue objects which were linked together with a leather strap. Bolt's attention wavered, dragging his eyes reluctantly from the teetering tennis ball to register the item that Cinder had revealed.

"Come here, little puppy! Let's get your booties on for playtime."

Cinder sounded out in a sing-song fashion, as if he were indeed addressing their newly adopted puppy dog and inviting him over to the front door for his 'walkies.' Deep in his headspace, Bolt sidled obediently forwards, his rear swaying from side to side as his tail now wagged madly behind him. His cheeks remained slightly flushed, as he retained some modicum of awareness of his situation despite having been lured into his subordinate headspace.

"Sit!"

Bolt sat, moving his footpaws forward as he lowered himself down onto his rear end. His seat cushioned by his padding, his tail increased in tempo as the caracal drew his attention to slipping on the plush booties onto the husky. Expertly sliding them over his footpaws, the feline paid careful attention to buckling them snuggly around his ankles; he tugged once at the strap between them as if to check their resilience. Then, he pressed his paw against the sole of the bootie, eliciting a muffled yelp of surprise as Bolt felt several dull spikes press into his sensitive paw pads. It had not hurt, but the pressure had come as a surprise nevertheless.

"Just in case you get any ideas that you're a bit too little for just yet."

The cat added cooly, patting the bottom of the bootie once more before he reached for the tennis ball. Yuri watched the entire spectacle with the detached air of a nobleman observing his hounds mucking about in his courtyard, swilling the glass clutched in his paw.

Cinder held the ball in front of Bolt's nose, waggling it back and forth and grinning with glee as the canine's eyes widened, his nose following the orb's movement with small jerks of his muzzle.

"Do you want it? Huh, boy? Want the ball?"

Cinder's voice was breathy and excited, Bolt picking up on the cat's energy as he allowed the contagious glee contained in it to seep into his dulled mindset.

I want it! I do want the ball! Give me the ball!

Bolt was now on all fours, his footpaws deliberately turned up as his waist swayed, his hips in line with his tail swishing as he followed the ball's movements with his complete and unwavering attention. Reaching forward with his free paw, the cat deftly unclasped the rear buckle holding the canine's pacifier gag in place. It clattered to the ground, the nipple covered in a fine sheen of his own saliva. His tongue lolled outwards, his mind not even registering the fact that his ability to speak had just been granted to him. No, it was just him. And the ball.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, Cinder tossed the ball towards the direction of the hearth. Bolt's head swiveled towards the direction that the cat had flung the object, his mittens slipping and awkwardly shuffling on the hardwood as his legs moved him the best they could towards the thrown projectile. After almost sliding and falling flat on his face, Bolt gently lowered his muzzle and picked up the ball between his teeth.

He gave it a squeeze, his jaw working up and down as an immense sense of satisfaction poured through him at the comforting resistance the rubber ball gave. He turned around, ears perked up and tail wagging as he showed off his catch to the two felines.

"Good boy! Bring it back! Come on now!"

Holding his head high in a demonstration of pride, Bolt practically pranced on all fours as much as his restraints allowed him to before he gently deposited the ball back into Cinder's waiting, open paw.

"Good puppy!"

Cinder scratched Bolt between the ears, a cascade of reward hormones barreling through his subdued state of mind as he candidly received the praise. For all the world around him, all of his attention was focused solely on the immense sense of reward he gleaned from the open praise.

"Go get it!"

And he was off again, wiggling and waddling towards the bouncing ball before gently wrapping his jaws around it and returning his prize back into the feline's paw.

"Do you like your new puppy, Cinder?"

Yuri prompted, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he took another sip of his wine. Cinder took a moment to respond, holding the ball up and teasing the adult canine before him as Bolt leaped up on two of his paws and batted effectively at the cat with his mittened paws.

As Cinder tossed the ball once, he grinned and nodded at Yuri before returning his attention to the scampering, padded pup in front of him.

"Very much, Daddy!"

His voice rang out, an octave higher than it usually was as he slid into a child-like demeanor, immediately picking up on the tiger's proffered scenario.

"Well, a puppy is a big responsibility, sweetie. Make sure to give him lots of love and diaper checks if you're going to keep him."

"Yes, sir!"

As Bolt returned once more with the ball, he rose up on his knees and held his paws up to his chest in a begging position. Cinder patted him on the head, and Bolt's head tilted in curiosity as he looked down to see the caracal's paw moving towards his padded front.

Cinder squeezed the front of Bolt's diaper, gently examining it before sliding his paw underneath and patting him on the bottom. Suddenly Bolt came to, realizing the ridiculousness of the situation for a moment as he blushed profusely. The ball remained in his muzzle, for he knew better than to drop the act of play, but the waves of humiliation continued to wash over him as he was given a very deliberate diaper check.

"He's still dry! No need for a diaper change yet."

"Very good, kitten."

Yuri purred, his other paw reaching forward and gently scratching Cinder between his ears. The caracal's eyes closed, and he let loose a luxurious purr at the physical attention, his pointed ears flattening as he leaned into the attention.

An unexpected spike of jealousy rose up in the vulnerable husky's mind, and before he was able to stop himself a whine rose up in his own throat. His tail lowered between his legs, pushing up against his padded bottom as the uncontrolled emotion manifested itself in his body language.

Yuri glanced at the dog, grinning as he noted the depth of the puppy mindset the two felines had lured him into.

He'll do.

He thought to himself, as he deliberately continued to give his affections only to the cat that sat next to him. Bolt waited, his hips wriggling with impatience as he maintained his begging position. He wanted to be given attention, affection, even love at that moment. But it was not his turn. Subby puppies such as him had no choice, but to wait.

His member strained in its cage, the scenario clear as day in his mind as he experienced a momentary out-of-body perspective at his current position. He was being put in his place, deliberately situated at the bottom of the totem pole which was reinforced doubly by the continuous denial situation underneath his padding. Bolt would get his due, but only at the discretion, or whim, of his feline captors.

After a moment, Yuri's scratching abated, and Cinder heaved a sigh of content as his eyes fluttered open.

"Why don't you water the puppy, hmm? He must be thirsty by now."

Bolt was thirsty, the amount of saliva he had expended suckling on the pacifier gag and now drooling all over the tennis ball in his mouth had whittled away at the water in his body. Cinder nodded, obediently standing up before sidling around the husky. He pointed a finger at Bolt, his paw pad mere inches from his nose as he admonished firmly but not sternly at him.

"You, stay."

Bolt stayed, despite feeling slightly uncomfortable he maintained his position without question as his eyes followed the retreating form of the caracal as he padded towards the kitchen. Yuri leaned back once more, as Bolt looked over to him the tiger gave the slightest hint of a nod.

Once more, a sense of reward spiked inside of the canine's mind. The approving look in the tiger's eyes gave him an intense sensation of pleasure. He was a good dog, a good puppy, a well behaved little puppy-dog that very much needed his diapers, and belonged profoundly in his puppy cage.

A moment later, Cinder returned, carefully holding a brightly colored, orange dog bowl in his paws which lowered down in front of Bolt.

"Here you go, little guy. Drink up."

He uttered, patting Bolt on the head once before holding his paw in front of his muzzle for the canine to deposit the tennis ball into. Reluctantly, Bolt moved his head forward and allowed his jaw to slacken, dropping the ball into Cinder's paw before he lowered himself back down on all fours.

Yuri uttered something and Cinder responded, they two entering in a low-toned conservation. The specifics of what they said became lost on Bolt, as his attention was now fixed on the bowl before him.

The water rippled, still maintaining its kinetic energy from the caracal's movement as Bolt studied it. This was an all-time new low, while the babying and infantile demeanor with which he had been fed earlier was one thing, being made to lap from a feral dog's bowl was another.

He whimpered for a moment, his ears splayed and flattened against his skull as he finally resigned himself to committing to the treatment. The tip of his muzzle graced the water's surface, and as the last remaining dregs washed down a drain playing out in his mind's eye, he flicked his tongue in and out as he gently lapped at the bowl's contents. Even as his cheeks burned, it felt good to drink the refreshingly cool, faucet water.

As he drank, Cinder settled himself against the tiger's mighty form, cuddling up against him as he nuzzled his purring muzzle into his neck fur. Yuri growled out yet another round of praise as his footpaw drifted towards the husky's head.

"Good boy."

Bolt was unable to help it, his tail wagging once more, even as he was patted on the head as he drank by the tiger's foot.

A small drizzle of pre oozed out of the front orifice of his cage, as Bolt's arousal continued to grow in line with his rising sense of libido.

God...

He thought to himself, his member now throbbing almost painfully in the chastity device, his pulse registering in his cock's head as it continued to push against the unyielding force of the steel cage.

I fucking love this...