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Chapter 5: Dependent

It could not have been far past five o'clock, but Bolt was finding that after that morning's surprising events he wanted nothing more than to rest. What Cinder and Yuri had been through had been exhausting more so from the flood of feelings than from the physical exertion, as he was mostly kept inert according to the two felines' deliberate intention.

The feeling of warmth that emanated from the tiger's fur as he carried him up the flight of stairs seemed to deepen his sense of lethargy. With each step that the feline ascended, he could feel his weight shifting in his powerful arms. The firm, reassuring presence of Yuri's paw against his freshly sodden bottom was a sensation that was not lost on the pup either, something he would have never imagined experiencing with his coworker.

Yuri, unbeknownst to Bolt's heavy eyelids, had across his face a satisfied, toothless smile. The little canine was rather cute, especially in such a vulnerable position. Legs hanging over his hips, his arms wrapped around his neck, and his head resting gently against his shoulder.

Cinder was padding closely behind them on the stairway, able to see Bolt's contented face as he dozed gently against the robust feline.

Yuri glanced down, his ears picking up on the crinkling of Bolt's diaper while his tail wagged sleepily to-and-fro, almost indistinguishable from the natural movement of their bodies as they ascended.

Upon reaching the second floor, Yuri banked left almost immediately. The two large kitties' spare bedroom had been appropriated for a very special purpose.

Had Bolt been awake, he would have marveled at the level of detail the two had strived to achievement.

The floor was covered with foamy block letter patterning, connecting seamlessly from corner to corner allowing for both a very infantile aesthetic and ease of cleaning. The floor's bright colors brought the room to life, uplifting the spirits of the lucky guests that were allowed to take a look inside.

Cinder could feel a sense of elation rise up inside of his chest, remembering the first time he had been the baby being brought into his room. Yuri had been a bit younger then, as had he, and their combined youth and passion for the same fetish had blossomed into a coalition of interest they now jubilantly shared with others.

The caracal enjoyed imagining how Bolt must feel, recalling fondly the loss for words he had been at when he beheld the nursery for the first time, which was much sparser back then than it was now.

Yuri had been quite forthcoming, not bothering to wait for a full verbal reaction from the caracal and had proceeded to simply grab him from underneath the bottom and put him on top of the changing table, bringing the strap over his chest.

Bolt's treatment, however, would be riddled with more stringent policies than Cinder's treatment had been.

Yuri stood still next to the crib, the bars of which towered all the way up to the ceiling. The space underneath was the only part of the room that was not covered with foam squares, but instead lavishly carpeted and insulated on all three sides save for the side where the bars would descend to allow access to the mattress.

At first glance, this would appear odd as to why the area underneath the crib would be fitted similar to the sleeping quarters above.

Cinder, however, had spent several nights locked beneath the crib in mittens, locking pants, and pacifier gag and left to his own devices. The caracal knew that sleeping in the crib was a privilege, a privilege he had to behave in order to maintain.

"Cinder..."

A low, but not unfriendly, growl came from the tiger. Cinder glanced up, meeting the tiger's gaze. The caracal blushed deeply, his right ear flicking and giving away just how flustered he felt at being caught in the middle of his reverie.

The tiger had an uncanny ability to sense what one was thinking, making him a particularly effective dominator in the bedroom when it came to it. As off-putting as it was to know that he could hide nothing from the tiger's knowing gaze, it was precisely that element in his personality that Cinder was absolutely smitten with.

"Right, I got it."

Cinder replied, his voice hushed but still awkward as he resurfaced from his fantasizing. Not wanting to deviate from the steady performance he had been maintaining in their kink play, he stepped forward and opened a small wooden panel nestled inside of the headboard of the crib exterior.

A soft whirring noise followed, the crib bars descending steadily until with a small click they had fully lowered themselves to the ground.

Laying on top of the mattress, nestled underneath a large fleece blanket and several very huggable looking stuffed animals was an intricately laid segufix set.

Traveling from the head to the toes, there were straps intended for the neck, chest, biceps, forearms, wrists, waist, thighs, forelegs, and ankles. Each cuff was equipped with a magnetic lock that could only be unlocked by a specifically orientated magnet. The only copy of which hung on a necklace around Yuri's neck.

Cinder rubbed his paws excited, a grin that appeared more malicious than it actually was spreading across his muzzle.

Cinder looked at Yuri, and Yuri looked at Cinder.

Like clockwork, the cats set to work.

Cinder expertly undid all of the straps, pulling apart the few that had fallen over each other to allow the husky to be laid down onto the mattress.

Bolt stirred only once as Yuri laid him down, at the moment when his body came into contact with the mattress. Instinctively, the cats froze at the sound, their predatory instincts from feral days eons ago kicking in.

Cat eyes dilated, the hair on their tails standing on end and flicking behind them, they gazed down at the husky with a ferocious intensity in their eyes. Had Bolt been awake, he would have undoubtedly found the visage of the two felines gazing down upon him to be slightly off-putting.

Luckily, after murmuring softly something indistinguishable, the dog fell silent once more.

"Cinder... grab his pacifier gag, would you?"

"On it..."

Having successfully laid the canine into the opened segufix equipment, Cinder withdrew from the room, taking great care to close the door silently behind him.

Yuri turned his attention back to the still-to-be-incapacitated canine. This task was always troublesome, but highly rewarding. To fall asleep in the reassuring arms of one's obligate caretaker only to then wake up in a state of supreme security was one that he knew would be sure to send butterflies through the canine's stomach.

He started with the legs. Knowing that the lowest concentration of nerve endings were to be found in such areas he would work his way up to the more sensitive parts of his body.

One ankle, then the other, then came the forelegs and then the thighs. Yuri appreciated the advantage that magnetic locks provided, not metal buckles to clang loudly against each other and alert his infantilised guest of the current ruse.

Yuri decided that the waist should come next, as the diaper that was still firmly taped and now slightly discolored from the husky's earlier wetting would undoubtedly make the most noise. Gently guiding the three straps over one another, Yuri fished out the magnetic key from inside of his shirt and firmly locked all seven of the straps he had completed.

Next came the arms. Starting with Bolt's bondage mittened paws Yuri gently guided the cuffs into position, fastening them over the bottom seam of the mittens. Forearms, biceps, chest, and the most delicate part of the body: the neck.

His paws slack, wrists moving as elegantly as an eel taking its daily stroll through a coral reef, he laid the straps over Bolt's neck and tightened them as much as he dared. Snug enough to restrict his movements, but not so much as to restrict the flow of air through his trachea.

The tiger glanced at the husky's eyelids, noting that his eyes were moving behind them in a manner that told him Bolt had most likely entered the REM phase of the sleep cycle.

Yuri took in a deep breath, making sure to breathe out of his nose and exhale as silently as possible. His large, feline canines revealed in a controlled grimace, he held his breath as he set the last of the magnetic locks into place.

A smile spread across his muzzle, he had done it. Earlier attempts with other visitors had not gone as smoothly, but Bolt appeared to be quite the deep sleeper.

"Nice..."

Cinder had slipped into the room, surprising even Yuri with how quietly he had drifted in on his feline paw pads.

Glaring momentarily, eliciting a sheepish grin and hunched shoulders from the caracal, Yuri graciously accepted the pacifier gag that Cinder offered forward.

Holding the pacifier bulb in front of the husky's mouth, he prodded and gently teased the bulb across his lips. Bolt stirred, his brow furrowing slightly as he turned his head slightly to the side away from the pacifier gag.

Cinder watched intently, marveling at how focused Yuri appeared to be in that very moment. The tiger was not deterred, deep within his throat he let out the lowest purring the other cat had ever heard him emit.

Watching in amazement, he saw that the husky's furrowed brow relaxed within a few seconds of hearing the noise. Additionally, his jaw slackened allowing the tiger to push the pacifier bulb past the now relaxed lips. Continuing the luxurious purr, the tiger scooped a paw gently underneath the back of the husky's head bringing it forward, buckling the pacifier gag into place.

Yuri took a step back, standing next to Cinder to survey his work. Without the opening of a single, sleepy eyelid the husky had gone from light baby bondage to being fully encased inside of the segufix.

The generous amount of fur that lined his neck stuck out above and below the neck strap, while the rest of his body was held almost immobile by the medical bondage.

"He'll wake up quite surprised..."

Cinder murmured, looking up and raising his chin up at the tiger. Yuri side-eyed him, a smile playing on his lips that he appeared to be trying to conceal. Cinder raised a paw, gently poking him in the shoulder. Yuri blinked once at him, his expression unchanged as he raised his own paw and poked him back.

The caracal raised his eyebrows, an expression of mock surprise plastered across his feline muzzle, opening his mouth and feigning shock at the teasing affront.

Rolling his eyes, Yuri proceeded to then actually surprise him by reaching forward and grabbing the tip of the caracal's tail.

Being a cat, unlike the playful nature of canines, this was considered to be a very forward gesture.

Cinder's heart rate began to increase, rising up and pushing against his chest. Yuri narrowed his eyes, which Cinder responded to in kind as he searched the tiger's face for the meaning behind the movement.

Yuri winked.

Briefly glancing down at the incapacitated pup to ensure that he was still sleeping, the tiger stepped forward to press the button inside of the wooden panel.

Before the soft, whirring sound of the bars raising ceded from deep inside of Bolt's unconscious state, two intertwined cat tails had already exited the room.

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Bolt felt secure. Something about the position he was in felt right, as if he were in the most comfortable sleeping pose he had ever been in his life.

This beat sleeping on his side, even having his leg straddling a pillow, or on the rare occasion that sleeping on his stomach provided him the faint memories of tummy time long ago, a source of comfort that he was never quite able to place.

Drowsy, and unwilling to bring his mind to the real, waking world, Bolt continued to doze for several minutes.

His waist felt particularly secure, soft, squishy, and oddly insulated. A sensation that continued not only around his puppy parts and back towards his bottom, snuggly compressing itself around his waist in a highly reassuring manner.

He wondered what kind of underwear he had decided to wear before he took a nap. The husky was pretty sure that none of his boxer briefs that he owned were nearly as comfortable as...

Wait a minute... Nap? Isn't today Wednes-

Bolt's eyes shot open. Above him, to the sides of his vision, several vertical wooden bars, painted a deep, rich dark brown, extended their way up to the ceiling.

It was then that Bolt became aware of the pacifier gag inside of his mouth, bulb pressing firmly down on his tongue and spreading his jaw slightly open. He was then able to remember what had transgressed that morning.

Snuffling, he looked down to be met with yet another surprise. The reason he had been so comfortable was that he was, in fact, being held in a comfortable position by force.

Despite the neck strap, he was just able to peer down towards the foot of the crib.

Bolt could feel his stomach twist as the full impact of the predicament he was in registered in his mind. From head to his footpaws, he was snuggly held in the confines of a large set of straps, leading down under the mattress and keeping him snuggly pressed down upon it.

Even if he hadn't been gagged, he would have been at a loss for words. The simultaneous feeling of complete and utter helplessness in addition to the sensation of security and safety the bondage provided was almost uncanny.

Bolt could feel his heart racing, mind trying to comprehend what this all meant as he gave an experimental tug with his right arm. The straps held fast, barely allowing squirming let alone pulling his arm up off the bed. He tried his left leg, and was faced with the same result.

The husky felt dumbfounded, it was one thing to be manhandled into a car and treated like a baby in a bouncer, a highchair, and then in the tiger's lap.

The memory of being held inside of Yuri's strong, reassuring arms caused Bolt to blush, reflexively suckling on the pacifier teat for comfort as the rush of hot feelings for the tiger came over him.

I've never felt this flustered before...

Realizing that he was only faced with the choice of sitting tight, resigned to his current state of restraint, and waiting for someone to come in and check on him, Bolt went over the memories of what had transpired that past afternoon.

I would have never expected... I mean, whose coworkers just happen to have all this in their house? I haven't even been working there for two months yet!

His thoughts drifted to the sensation of pleasure he felt from being treated the way he had been treated, cowed and debased to a level barely above that of a toddler. He had been victim to their every thought and whim.

I almost... Can't admit how much I... actually... I... I actually like this...

His thoughts came in short bursts, unable to articulate himself even inside of his mind as he came to the conclusion that he was experiencing a mild case of sensory overload.

I feel so... Helpless... They could come in here and do... Anything to me. I'd be utterly helpless to stop it!

Bolt felt a sudden pressure in the front of his diaper, the waist straps pressing down on the plastic exterior as he felt himself growing excited from all the ruminating of his current predicament.

He whimpered, muffled only slightly by the pacifier gag as he felt the resistant, unyielding strap press down on his steadily growing canine phallus.

G-god... This is honestly... Really, really exciting...

Just as his thoughts had begun to drift to places much more erotic in nature, with plenty of muscular tigers involved, a gurgle announced itself to the inside of the crib which came from his lower abdomen.

His head lying flat on the pillow, Bolt's first instinct was to keel over as he felt the first cramp stab him in the gut. His whimper became a soft cry, filling the silent room as another round of borborygmus filled his ears.

He could feel a distinct pressure growing, one that took him a second to identify. It was then that the tiger's previous words flooded back into his mind.

"We'll give you a change, little pup. But only after you've properly used your padding."

Bolt suddenly felt the desperate need to void his bowels. Squirming, pulling, struggling against the restraints, he was unable to reposition himself into a more comfortable pose. Forced to lie flat on his back, he realized that he was probably going to defecate himself lying supine.

He could not imagine a more infantile position to be in when crapping his pants.

The dog's bowels had grown impetuous, Bolt could not remember when last he had felt such a need to vacate. He suckled on the pacifier gag for comfort, the feelings of discomfort growing until they bordered on painful.

A soft sob escaped his chest, the mild stress of being completely debilitated and having to go climaxing to a near breaking point.

"Frrrbrbrt!"

The flatulence that escaped his rear end served as only a brief prelude to the main performance, as he felt the warm mush begin to spread out against his backside and against his furry buttcheeks.

"Blortch! Brrprpt... Blort Frrrbrbrtt..."

His abdomen briefly spasmed as he continued to push, his wrists and ankles pulling up on the restraints as he used the strap's resistance as a method of bracing himself.

It went on for what seemed like minutes, even though it only took under a minute. Push after push, Bolt breathed heavily until at last he felt the last bit of his messy accident slide out of him.

Exhausted, his eyes fluttered as he relaxed and rested his head against his pillow.

A little too relaxed, he realized, as he felt the trickle of urine cascading down his puppy parts and flooding the bottom of his padding.

Bolt's cheeks burned, even as the hiss of urine petered out while the warmth of his fresh accident spread through the sap of the adult diaper.

Lying in a crib, restrained by a complicated menagerie of straps, paci-gagged, and now resting in his own mess, Bolt was now distinctly aware of the fact that he was wearing a very thoroughly used diaper.

Within seconds of concluding, he caught a whiff of what he had done. His nostrils flared, wincing as far as the neck restraint would allow.

Despite the relief that washed over him from being able to relieve himself, the changing circumstances of his situation had now become very apparent.

He was stuck waiting in his dirty diapers, unable to do anything about it.

Bolt tried not to think about just how much this actually felt like he was a little puppy again, but was unable to push the thoughts aside.

He had nothing else available for him to focus on.

This must have been the intention all along, as the oversized pup's thoughts drifted back to the bottle that he had been fed a few hours earlier.

They... They spiked it...

He concluded, now realizing just how far the two felines had gone in intruding upon his volition. Not only had they restrained him, they had gotten inside him. As he continued to ponder this, the warmth of his freshly used diaper beginning to slowly dissipate, he thought about just how incredibly aware he felt at that given moment.

It was as if he was viewing himself fourth dimensionally, understanding each and everything that the felines had done for the purpose of leading up to this moment.

He was defenseless.

The blush returned to his cheeks, his whole body beginning to feel warm from the enormity of how powerless he was.

He would have continued to reflect, had the door to the nursery not opened a minute later.

Bolt strained his neck, his eyes wide, breathing heavy. Turning as much as the neck strap allowed to just be able to look through the bars of his crib and see the muzzle of a tiger sneak itself in the open crack of the doorway.

It sniffed once, then spoke in a deep baritone.

"I think I smell someone."