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Welcome Home III: Showered with Love

Myles could already hear the water running in the shower by the time he joined his mate. He'd only recently been allowed to stand and get ready to clean himself as the semen had begun cooling over his face and body. The ram slid out of his diaper, rendering himself naked save for his slimy, pre-soaked cock cage which shackled his pitiful excuse for a penis. Still forbidden to speak, he stepped silently into the sizable bathroom where his rat lover awaited in their large shower. Myles pulled back the shower curtain and blushed a little at the sight. It had been several years since they'd first got together, and still the handsome white rodent could cause the submissive ram's heart to pound as if he were seeing his high school crush. He looked especially attractive standing naked in the shower, the powerful jets of water running tributaries over his lithe body; over his chest and abdomen and rushing down between his legs to cause little droplets of water to drip casually from the rat's sheath and thighs.

"Come on, get in so we can clean you." Garco commanded, and Myles obeyed. Myles always obeyed, or at least tried to obey, his master's commands from the mundane to the exotic and borderline unreasonable.

"Clean your master" was the only instruction giving, the rat standing with his back straight and legs apart to give the submissive caprine full access.

Myles only nodded and grabbed their sponge, rubbing it thoroughly with their soap to create a lather before standing up to face the rat and pressing the warm, soft scrubber against his mate's chest. Despite being a full six inches taller, or a whole foot if the horns count, the bighorn felt that he was much smaller than the rat. Beneath him, often in more ways than one. Myles didn't care of course, he lived for this. To be treated as a servant to a willing and loving master was what he craved, and he got exactly what he wanted everyday. The rodent let out a quiet squeak at the attention, rubbing his naked paw over his ram's fuzzy face

"Mmm, good boy pet. You love to serve your master, don't you?" he praised, his round pink ears turning slightly redder as he enjoyed the bath. Myles could only nod in agreement as he rubbed down his master, lathering up his chest and biceps before reaching around to clean the rat's back. The short white fur ran against the purple stripes in a wet mixture of colors as he was cleaned. Myles took a little time to lean in close and smell his mate, panting gently as he inhaled the clean yet distinctive scent of his lover.

"Mmm, time to clean a bit lower. On your knees, pet" the rat ordered, smiling as his ram immediately conformed to his will. Garco had long ago learned that as much as Myles enjoyed obeying his commands, he enjoyed giving them. The mild power trip was both enticing and arousing to the rodent, especially as it was directed to a larger and stronger creature than himself. He placed his paw onto one of the ram's onyx-colored horns and stroked along it, slowly encouraging the ram to press his face into his groin. "Time to clean your favorite part, eh pet?" Garco chuckled, his pink rat prick already semi-hard from the physical attention and rush of dominating his mate with mere words.

The silver caprine knew what was expected of him. Even as water rushed over them both and occasionally splashed the ram in the face, he dutifully placed the sponge on the shelf and slid his succulent, soft lips over his lover's phallus to eagerly engulf the tip in the warm confines of his maw. The ram's ears lowered submissively as he closed his sky-blue eyes to better focus on his task of once again bringing his master to orgasm while leaving himself needy and straining against his cage.

The mammals continued in silence for what felt like an eternity, the only sounds from the warm water pelting their fur, the soft suckling sounds and plinking off of the cage around the ram's dick. Myles got into a practiced rhythm he knew the rat loved, bobbing his mouth over the fully rigid length; sucking hard on the tip before slipping his lips down to kiss the rodent's white pubic fur and then sliding back again. The caprine bobbed his head back and forth, getting his mate's cock nice and slick as he tasted the leftover semen from his previous ejaculation. He did his best to not smile as he felt that firm pink paw pet his head, sensing Garco's heightened heart rate and breathing as he began to lightly thrust into the willing and eager maw.

As much as Garco wanted this to last, he knew that his subby mate was far too good at getting him off and felt himself already approaching climax despite his last orgasm moments ago. Gripping the ram's head by one of his shiny black horns, he slammed his entire fat, pink dick into the sheep's mouth and grunted as he unloaded into his pet's maw. The rat stayed inside of Myles' mouth, gently thrusting as he felt that slick, hot tongue curl so expertly around his familiar member, his lips and inner cheeks milking every last drop of seed from his bountiful rodent sac. After dutifully draining his master's balls, the ram started to slide the rapidly-softening penis from his mouth when the grip on his horns tightened.

"Not yet." said the stern voice above him "It's time for your punishment."

Myles winced internally, but remained obediently attached to his dom's groin. Despite this, he almost choked as the acidic bite of hot piss splashed along his tongue and splattered his uvula. He had no intention of backing off of course, for the ram knew his place, but being held gave him an extra rush of being owned as the rat relieved himself. Garco was a coffee drinker, which had the mixed blessing of requiring frequent piss breaks and making the urine extremely bitter. The ram's mouth filled quickly, flooding with strong-tasting liquid waste. He knew what he had to do or risk choking and drowning; he had to chug. So that's what he did, swallowed mouthful after mouthful of dank, musky piss. A powerful reminder that he was, and always would be, beneath his master in many ways. To be used and abused at his pleasure.

An eternity seemed to pass before the thick, potent stream trickled out down the sheep's throat, coating his tongue with remnants of already-stale rat urine. Garco slid his cock out, dragging the pungent piss-soaked tip over the ram's lips as he did so. Myles' sighed, and then immediately gasped and shuddered momentarily as he got his by a fresh stream of dark yellow pee across his chest. "I wasn't done." was all he heard as he remained knelt down in the shower, already realizing the strong stench of his master's piss soaking into his fur. When the stream finally did subside, he remained silent. He had cum without permission, and accepted his punishment gladly. Any further abuse tonight, he also knew, would be on his shoulders.

The ram readied himself for more abuse, but it did not come. Instead, what came was the shower jets, realigned to penetrate his fur and cleanse him. He felt on his shoulder a soft, soapy sponge and looked up to stare into the voids that were his mate's eyes.

"Come on, pet. Let's get you cleaned" he said softly, a slight yet earnest smile over his face that still gave the rat a cute look as his large front teeth protruded a little from his mouth. Myles relaxed and closed his eyes, enjoying the moments of being cleaned and cared for by his mate.

It was getting late, and Myles had already finished his bedtime ritual. He laid in bed, listening to Garco brush his teeth (especially the front incisors) before shutting off the light. He smiled broadly to himself as he felt the bed tip slightly with the weight of his smaller, dominant partner and the feeling of his warm chest pressing against his fuzzy silver back. Garco ran a single pink paw over his pet's rump, reaching over to barely tease the now-clean metal cage that contained his lover's small organ before slipping back to delicately trace a finger between the cleft of the ram's speckled buttocks. The rat's tail lazily, almost subconsciously, curled around on of Myles' legs and pulled them closer together: the rodent's groin pressed up beneath the little ram tail. Myles bleated affectionately as a slender arm wrapped around his waist, the pink paw at the end rubbing his side lovingly.

"Mmm, you can speak if you want you know. We're done...for now" Garco whispered, nuzzling the nape of his pet's neck just below the horns.

Myles cleared his throat a little, forgetting almost how long he'd been ordered mute. He wanted to say so many things, but one thing was chief among them. In his own voice, breaking his silence the caprine spoke:

"I love you".

Garco grinned and kissed Myles' neck "I love you too".

Then they laid together, silently in each other's arms and shared heat of their bodies. Garco knew that this was important to them both, that they mattered to each other. Sure, he was in charge and put his pet through a gauntlet of sexual abuse but if there wasn't genuine love behind it all, it didn't matter. Garco owned, and Myles in turn was owned, not because of some sadist/masochist pact, but because they cared enough to adopt the roles they enjoyed the most with each other. The couple closed their eyes and soon drifted off, great smiles across their faces as they lay together happily. One needed to own, another needed to be owned and together...they completed each other.

And they were happy.