The Guy in Charge: Chapter III - Doorsock
#4 of The Guy in Charge
Surprise! I've been meaning to finally tack out this scene, and thought I'd do it while it was still hot in my head. Go easy on me; it's only been a couple of hours writing.
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"Welcome to la casa de Kay and Lucas," Karl said, keys swinging over a single digit.
The stale smell of old socks, like cornchips, hit his nose as the door swung open. Inside, a confusing jungle of furniture and makeshift gamer stations blocked off any further entrance into the apartment. Empty bags of fritos and a well-used bong, black with tar, sat in a huddled mess on the coffee table. Videogame controllers and underwear littered the floor, and a glow on the gray tv screen told him that it had not actually been turned off.
Kay threw his keys into a bowl next to the coat rack, dropped his jacket on the floor, and pushed his way through the arrangement of couch and chairs to the kitchen.
Casper wrinkled his nose. He turned to his now-boyfriend, and asked, voice low, "You actually live here, Lucas?"
The german shepherd shrugged. "Eh, it's home!"
"It's a hov--"
The larger dog pushed him, paws against bum, into the dingy apartment. With a protesting glare, he stepped inside, and his nose was assailed with hints of weed and unwashed cushions. His blond fur visibly bristled as he tiptoed around shoes and articles of clothing, as if afraid he might catch the sickness of poor housekeeping.
"Wanna drink, dude?" the rabbit asked, a pair of ears poking out from inside the refrigerator.
"Here?" the corgi asked, breathlessly. "No thanks."
Lucas swatted him on the bottom with a large, brown paw.
"Agh, Luc - ok, fine, whatever. Water, I guess."
"Uhh..." Kay's head craned into the lower reaches of the fridge. He answered hazily, "Don't think we have those. We've gooot... Monster, vodka, uh, Caprisunnn..."
The corgi pulled his face. "You have no idea how much this all makes sense to me, now--"
"...I mean, is tap okay?"
Casper could think of nothing more horrifying in a place like this. His face said it all, and Lucas took notice.
"Hey, Kay, get the little squirt a juice box."
The perpetually-stoned rabbit chuckled airily and tossed a Caprisun pouch to his roommate. Casper looked on indignantly.
"You can take a seat, buddy," Lucas said, offering him a Strawberry-Kiwi Caprisun and gesturing to the couch with his other paw.
The blond corgi took the pouch and hovered awkwardly over the furniture, unsure of whether it was safe to sit. Weird stains marked the upholstery, giant wet-marks that not even he, a diaper-wearing doggo, could make with the leakiest of pampers. "I'm alright," he said, finally. "I've got... bad knees. I'm corgi, you know. I sit all day in the office, anyway."
Lucas rolled his eyes. "Welp, maybe you'd like to see my room? Lay those knees out on a bed?"
"Please," Cas whispered. Never had Lucas seen him so desperate, even that time he took a dump in the office. He mouthed the word again. Please?
"Alright, well, it's been real Kay, but me and the boss are gonna go fuck. Should I put a sock or something on the handle?"
Casper shot Lucas a withering glare.
"Oh, don't mind me," Kay said. He had set to work loading a small piece with grains of weed over a counter littered with dirty dishes and pans. "I'll just be high... Glove it before you love it, dude!" He tipped his fingers in a salute, not taking his attention away from the little pipe.
Scandalized, the corgi turned to Lucas, and said, "Seriously?"
The shepherd squeezed the crook of Cas's elbow and marched him through the couches to the stairs. "Ah, get used to it, kiddo," he said as they thumped up the steps. "He's like a brother. We don't eat, shit, or fuck without the other knowing about it."
Casper screwed up his face. "That's not a little weird to you?"
Lucas shot a smile with his perfect fucking teeth as he turned the knob on his door. "Cas, you're a grown-ass boy in diapers. Don't you think that's a little weird?"
The boy frowned and stepped in behind him.
The room was a welcome relief from the strange smells downstairs. It may not have been up to Casper standards, but at least there weren't clothes and dirty dishes strewn around the place. He took in the place, realizing that this was the most sacred of all of Lucas's sanctuaries. He slept, dreamed, and, uh - if that massive bottle of lube on his desk was any indication - loved in here.
He really liked Lucas, and he had never realized how orderly he could actually be. Little knick-knacks, small figurines of what were probably videogames characters Casper never had time for, lined his dresser. His computer desk was neatly-kept, and the monitor was actually turned off, he noted.
He took a seat on the bed, which was made up with crisp, clean sheets, and eyed the rest of the place. A guitar sat on a stand at one end, and a chair and recording device next to it. Books on pagan magic and ancient history stood in alphabetical order on long, open shelves around his bed.
"Wicca, huh?" he asked, grinning wryly.
"It... was a phase," Lucas admitted. He returned the grin, awkwardly, and quipped, "Some of us grow out of those."
Cas's ears swooped low with his voice. "Yeah... so?"
The shepherd hung his parka on a hook and turned to his baby boyfriend with a smirk. "You started it, mister."
"I did not!"
"Pshhh..." Lucas waved him off and took a knee on the bed with a creak of springs. "And someone's been a cranky puppy tonight. I wonder why?"
The blond corgi burned bright red under his golden fur and pushed his paws into his open lap. "Not cranky..."
"Oh, yeah, I think someone's been a bad pup," he crooned, and gave the kid's narrow shoulder a squeeze. "Let's check those potty-pants and see if that's why..."
Before Cas could protest, Lucas unbuttoned his grey cardigan and drew it off, throwing it on the floor. The corgi stuttered a complaint, but found a big, fat pacifier plopped into his mouth from a drawer in the side of the bed.
"Shh," Lucas said, holding a finger to his maw. "This is a no cranky baby zone."
Casper growled feebly behind the paci and allowed Lucas to resume working on undressing him. He loosened Cas's signature blue tie and held the loop thoughtfully in his paw. With a sly grin, he opened the door to his room and hung it over the knob.
Cas gulped. Maybe he was serious about that.
Lucas pulled up the white button-down shirt over his slender frame and unbuckled his pants. Sensing Cas's nervousness, he blew bubbles into his tummy, forcing a giggle from him, and slid his slacks down and off. He draped them nicely over his chair.
"Hmmm," he crooned, giving his boy's pampers a good inspection. He gave a dramatic, showy sniff of his nose. "Smells like a pee-pants..."
He squeezed the bloated sack between Casper's legs and muttered, "Feels like a pee-pants..."
A paw drifted up to Casper's belly, and he crept over him, dwarfing him by the sheer size of both his frame and muscle, and gave his pacifier'd face a kiss. He whispered, "Must be a pee-pants."
Casper's blue eyes, wide and desperate, locked with Lucas's. He gave a whine deep in his throat as the shepherd loomed over him. Whiffs of deodorant, broken down by a long day at the office, wafted over to him. Lucas reached a paw between them, first over his blond tummy and then back over the mound of swollen gel, and squeezed the growing bulge in it.
He whispered, "I like pee-pants."
In one fluid motion, he lifted both of Casper's legs and turned him over with ease, exposing his piss-swollen bum. He slipped a pillow under the kid, hiking his rear up, and rubbed the heavy massive from taint to tail.
"Baby, you're so wet," he groaned. His voice was gravelly and thick.
Casper whimpered as Daddy Lucas worked his cold, squishy ass over. He lifted his tail and arched his back inward, letting his blotchy gray-and-yellow peebutt lift itself into Lucas's paw.
The shepherd shuddered ecstatically, and Cas could hear him undoing his buckle from behind. Suddenly, Lucas's weight left the bed, and he was back again, the clacking of a swollen dick smothered in lube pumping behind him.
With a single claw, Lucas broke through the thin plastic of his swollen diadees and felt the crevice of Casper's tight boy-hole through a mess of pissy gel. With a pop, he slid a claw, and then two, into the boy's cute pucker, easing him into the backdoor violation he was about to get.
Casper's paci fell out of his maw and he moaned, "Daddy...!"
Lucas was hot as fuck, now, and he pressed his red cock into the makeshift fuckhole over his boy's fuckhole. As gently as a horny german shepherd could, he eased into him, relishing how tight his ass was.
As he hilted inside the corgi, he knelt down and wrapped his large arms around him, holding a paw over his snout to keep him from crying out. Like an alpha dog mating his bitch, he started to hump into him, each thrust eliciting an audible squish from the padding between them.
As they fucked, Casper's tummy pressed into the bed, into the cold Caprisun pouch under him, and he gave a low squeak of surprise.
Lucas's pelvis popped as he pumped his dick in and out of Casper's piss-bag. He grabbed a handful of that kid's headfur, golden and sweet-smelling, and pulled it back to show the corgi's face. They locked maws as the bed knocked against the wall, and Cas's groans carried into Lucas's mouth.
"Nngh, baby, I'm so ready for you," he rasped into Casper's ear, "I'm gonna cum, Cas, and - and - I don't know if I want to pull out--"
Casper shook his head and groaned, "Breed me, daddy!" against his better judgment. The idea of being filled with cum at his first fuck was an irresponsible one, but he really,really, liked Lucas, and every fiery nerve in his body ached to feel his seed inside.
Lucas pulled his polo up as he got closer, revealing a set of perfect abs under rich, brown fur. He looked down, watching his massive red dick disappear and reappear inside his baby's tight diaper-hole and, finally, his eyes rolled back into his head. With a shuddering groan, he thrust himself as far into him as he could and rode out the orgasm, pumping wad after wad of hot jizz into his puppy's tight pucker.
Cas's ears fanned out low as he rested his head against the pillow, tongue lolling like a dog on a hot day. In his own diaper, a dick encased in yellow jelly shot frenzied ropes of cum into its pissy pouch.
The corgi panted, sexually spent and basking in the afterglow. He sat up, but Lucas kept his paws firmly on his hips.
"Are we tied or something?" Cas joked and tossed a look behind him. Lucas's eyes were closed and his abs twitched with struggle. "Luke...?"
It came slow, at first, but as it picked up, Casper knew exactly what was happening. "Luke, I... nnngh..." He shivered as a stream of hot shepherd piss whizzed inside him, further marking his already used hole.
"Just in case there are any other dogs with an interest in you," Lucas joked, finally. He let out a relieved sigh and held his head back.
"Luke, you're... you're not really still going, are you?"
"Hush, puppy."
A few moments of silence ticked over, and finally, Lucas pulled out with a pop, his dick slick with cum, piss, and lube. He gave it a shake over the ripped gel-crater that was his puppy's diaper ass. Just another piss in the urinal.
"Theeere we go," he said, drawing his boxers up. With a pat on Cas's swollen ass, he said, "Let's get you in a new diaper, kiddo."
"That would be great," Cas spoke into the pillow. "Should I get up now, or--"
"Nope!"
To his surprise, Lucas slid the front of a dry diaper under him and pulled the back up over his ruined rear. Gingerly, he motioned for the confused Cas to turn over.
"You'll change me out of this one, won't--"
The pacifier filled the corgi's maw before he could finish the sentence. With a deep blush, he let Lucas poke holes into the front and back of his well-used diaper with a claw.
Satisfied that whatever Casper had to do would have an outlet, he pulled the diaper up between his legs, over his sodden under-layer, and taped it up. With a final pat on his rear, Luke held out his arms to his puppy.
After a struggle, Cas sat up and wrapped his arms around Luke's chest.
"Thanks," he burbled behind his pacifier.
"All good, pee-pants," Luke smiled.
Casper rested his head on the bigger dog's shoulder and could feel his heart beat through his chest. He inhaled Lucas's scent, that musky, mannish aroma so familiar to him now. For once in his life of routine and regulation, he was happy.
With long, black claws, Lucas massaged his head, and with his other paw, he cradled the boy's small, padded bum. For his part, he was also quite happy to have a little diaper-puppy, even if it was his boss.
The corgi's blue eyes fluttered as he drifted off in his comfort. He looked up at his boyfriend, dreamily, and...
...ripped a wet fart right into his paw.
Torn from his half-sleep, Cas spat out his pacifier as a rush of piss-cum sloshed out of him and into the thirsty padding below. A blrrt, like the sound of an empty ketchup bottle yielding up one last squirt of its insides, rumbled into his thick padding in spite of himself.
Lucas let out a hysterical chuckle and pulled his paw away. "Seriously, Cas? You had to do it right there?"
Cas hid his face in Lucas's chest as his insides oozed out of him in a noisy slew. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Lucas tossed his head and smiled. "It's alright, stinker. Don't go thinking this means I'm changing you tonight, though."