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Sylas sat on the oversized bench in the lions' home sauna. His booted foot-paws didn't quite reach the marble floor. He absent-mindedly kicked them back and forth to mollify his anxiety while his fresh diaper crinkled loudly with each slight motion he made. The grizzly had no idea what his friend had committed them to by agreeing to this "health check." Abasi seemed nice enough, especially with how he had been caring for them all day- even if the arrangement was strange for furs of their age. He doubted the handsome feline would put them through any painful ordeals. Although whether or not they were utterly embarrassing was a different matter entirely. As tough an anthro as Sylas was, anything medical made him nervous. He never got over the horror of getting the occasional jab for a blood draw as a cub. He bit his lower lip and glanced over to his companion.

Faraji seemed more bored and impatient than worried. His ears were tinted pink with a faint blush. It was unclear to the ursine if it was from the warmth of the steam or some lingering humiliation over their recent bath and diaper change. The teenaged cat seemed to go with the flow once it became evident that Sylas wasn't going to abandon him over his uncommon home life.

Some part of the bear was actually loving the attention and affection he had received. Being padded was still embarrassing but, if he was being honest, quite comfortable. Something had finally clicked within him. He was considering asking his pal for a couple of diapers to bring home with him when their weekend was through- just to try them out alone- but he was still working up the courage to vocalize the desire. If nothing else, being able to run around, goofing off and playing video games while the masculine, elder lion catered to their every need was immensely gratifying.

Abasi noisily produced a bundle from a cabinet that contained a blood pressure cuff, stethoscope, reflex hammer, and a few other medical odds and ends. Seeing nothing especially sharp, Sylas puffed out a sigh of relief.

"Don't get too relaxed there, little bear. Don't need that diaper you're wearing getting ruined already," his voice rumbled with a chuckle. He lowered his robust frame by kneeling down. "Who wants to go first?"

"I can, Dad," Faraji volunteered quickly. Knowing him, Sylas was sure he was eager to get back to enjoying his night.

"Then you know the drill, kiddo," his father prompted, donning the stethoscope and lifting its metal cup to his son's chest. "Deep breaths in, deep breaths out."

After listening from both in front of and behind the younger cat, he moved over to Sylas. His fur bristled with a shiver. The metal felt chill through his fur in the warm, moist air. He copied his friend, inhaling and exhaling slowly until their caregiver was satisfied.

"Tongues out!" The lion ordered next, holding up a tongue depressor in each paw. He spun them like miniature batons before pressing one against each of his charges' tongues. "Say aaahhh, boys!"

They did so in unison as the big cat inspected their throats. The physical continued in the same vein. He tapped their joints with his tiny mallet, took their blood pressure, and had them stretch and hold various postures. Sylas silently enjoyed some of the more suggestive poses Faraji adopted, and fought the urge to giggle as the feline briefly lost his balance during the latter part. The cat yowled obscenities as he stumbled and put pressure on his spiked sole. His swearing earned him a chastising glower from his father.

"Language, son," Abasi reprimanded, trying to remain stern while poorly stifling his own amusement. "Else I'll have to wash your mouth out with soap. No need to use grown-up language just to impress your friend."

Faraji rolled his eyes, but shut up after his scolding. Both the teenager and his dad had a smirk at the fringes of their muzzles. Sylas inferred some mutual enjoyment between them in the banter. Abasi started measuring their bodies and jotted down notes. Sylas at one point interjected to ask if it was really necessary for him to be part of the experience, but was simply told that it's important for furs to show solidarity with their friends. As the physical neared its end, the fatherly feline thrust a paw into each of his charges' diapers and found their testicles. He fondled each carefully, rolling the sensitive orbs about in his palms. The bear's chastity cage did its job- painfully- by successfully preventing the grizzly from getting erect upon Abasi touching his private parts. He hoped his throbbing sheath wasn't too obvious while it fought a losing battle against the tiny steel bars.

"One last thing to check," the older cat said as he slathered his fingers in slick, clear oil.

"What's that?" Sylas ventured.

Abasi grinned at him but didn't expound. Instead, he reached his paw down the back of the ruffled waistband of the diaper Faraji was wearing. The 18-year-old tensed in response, eyes bulging. He shuddered and slackened with a throaty whimper. Just as the bear pieced together what had happened, his temporary guardian shoved his other lubricated paw down the back of his diaper as well. The cold, slippery substance made him shiver as the lion's fingers ran the length of his aperture. They found his pucker and circled it teasingly slow. Sylas unconsciously pushed back against the caressing digits. As if obliging him, the elder feline wriggled one of his fingers inside to the knuckle. The grizzly instinctively clamped down around the invading member.

Abasi hooked his finger and beckoned inside of the bear. He rotated his paw until he found the sweet spot that made him quake and moan like Faraji had. He twisted his wrist and exerted a careful pressure, gauging his charge's reaction. The unexpected prostate massage caused Sylas to tremble and melt. He never imagined he would be fingered by the feline. Abasi undeniably had skill. He knew just where to poke and prod to make fireworks erupt inside the grizzly. Copious amounts of pre jetted into the lining of his padding with each motion the cat made. A second finger twisted around the first and worked itself in. The cat gently spread the digits apart as he rotated them. The ursine's eyes rolled back, and he cursed the tightness of his cage. All too soon the older anthro slipped his fingers free and wiped the slick grease from his paws. Sylas released a hoarse gasp as he suddenly felt empty and needy.

"You two seem perfectly healthy to me." Abasi beamed.

"Does that mean we can go back to playing, Dad?" Faraji implored, tail lashing excitedly.

"There is no way you've forgotten that It's clean-out night."

"Clean...out...night?" Sylas asked, wondering if he was expected to help with the household chores over the weekend. He didn't mind, he supposed- his friend and his friend's father were doing him a tremendous favor by letting him stay over. He looked at his bound paws, confused as to how he was going to help at all without any fine motor skills.

"Can't we skip it just this once, Dad?" The playful whine that dominated his tone when he interacted with his father held a chime of genuine entreaty this time.

"No can do!"

The bear cocked his head to the side curiously, his question hovering thus far unanswered as Faraji unleashed an exasperated groan.

"Besides- I have a feeling that Sylas is going to need some help in that department anyway. He seems reluctant to go as freely as you do. Ones that fancy themselves big kids always do. Not at all healthy to hold it all in, you know?"

As he spoke, the anthro rummaged in a cupboard. He returned with a red, rubber bag and an attached tube. The hose had a fat, silicone nub at the tip with a wide, flared base. Although he had never seen one in real life, Sylas was fairly certain he recognized an enema kit. His confusion turned to dread. Faraji's face tweaked into a mischievous smirk and he snickered when the realization dawned on his best friend. Meanwhile, Abasi filled the bag slowly at the sink.

"Don't laugh just yet, sport. Just because you get to tease your friend about this doesn't mean you are skipping yours. You're still getting one too!" Abasi chuckled. The younger cat immediately shut his muzzle tight and drew his lips thin. "Ever have an enema, bear cub?"

The bear's eyes shot wide. He tried to stammer 'no,' but his voice wouldn't function properly and instead he erratically shook his head. He was definitely aware of what one was, but had absolutely never had one himself.

"It's simple. All you need to do is to roll onto your tummy and pull your knees up under your bellies, and I will take care of the rest," he instructed, producing and filling a second bag until it was bulging with water.

Abasi greased the nubs with a slick jelly as he approached. His charges flipped onto their stomachs. Faraji did so with reluctant acceptance while his pal was more apprehensive, but followed his lead by huddling down and hoisting his diapered backside. He wasn't quite sure why he was going through with the anxiety-inducing ordeal. He was sure he could speak up and end whatever dynamic had built between the three of them...but he had mostly enjoyed himself thus far. Some part of him was morbidly curious about the complete loss of control. Being completely vulnerable and being cared for by the strong, handsome lion with his best friend was erotic in strange, new, and exciting ways. He wanted the humiliating treatment to continue.

The feline gripped the ruffled hem of the back of each of their diapers and wiggled them down a few inches until their clefts were exposed. He prodded until he found their tail holes and gently forced the nozzles inside. The oil made it slide in smoothly and the applicator felt larger and lodged deeper than the bear expected. At least a few inches slid into his ring. The lion hung each fluid-filled bag from a peg and unkinked the tubes.

Sylas felt the vexing sensation almost immediately. The water in the bag was a bit above room temperature and he felt its gentle warmth trickle into his bowels. Faraji fidgeted uncomfortably at that same instant. It didn't take long for that strange tingle to fill him. It spread throughout his insides, placing a unique pressure in his gut. His ass felt uncomfortably full, and a peek at the bag and tube told him he was only halfway through. He squirmed and bit back a groan by chomping into his own lower lip. The solution bubbled and gurgled inside of him as his pelvis swelled with urgency.

The bag had emptied.

Abasi deftly plucked the applicators from their holes and tugged their diapers snugly back into place. He gave them each a reassuring swat on the rump. Sylas tried to roll over and sit, but the position shocked him with an overpowering and familiar need. Another rumble from his bowels let him know that willpower would only last him so long before nature took its course. The mixture sloshed as he moved, intensifying the experience. He needed to be rigid. To bolt upright and clench down to keep it all inside until he could get to a toilet. Unfortunately, standing wasn't a viable option between the effort to focus on holding in his load and his cumbersome booties. He swiveled and ended up sprawled on his paws and knees. His pal adopted a similar pose, tail swishing wildly. The bear's eyes darted around the bathroom, looking for the toilet- not that he'd be easily able to undo the tabs of his diaper to use it properly. He found that it was held shut with a simple crossing of heavy chains. A padlock secured the lid closed.

"Back down the hall, you two," his caretaker said, smirking down at the pair.

Slyas stumbled out of the bathroom on shaky legs. His thick diaper already made him waddle and the padded boots made him clumsy. Not to mention that he was still seeing stars from Abasi prying him open with his magic fingers. He supported himself with one forearm against the wall. Faraji sped ahead of him. The spiked soles of his boots reduced him to crawling across the carpet, but he scampered with casual agility, practically pouncing fluidly back and forth across the hall while tail and still-damp braids trailed him like fluttering ribbons. He fell forward onto all-fours as Faraji rampaged past him, and crawled, jitteringly, toward the lion's bedroom behind him.

They had only made it halfway down the hallway when Faraji suddenly seized up. He placed his face against the floor between his paws and splayed his legs wide. His tail involuntarily flagged, standing erect while the tuft at the tip flickered. Sylas heard the gurgle from his friend's gut a moment before it happened. The lion's thighs quaked. He grunted as another ghastly sound escaped him from the other end. With the feline leading the way, the bear had the perfect view of the diaper a few feet in front of his face. The seat of the diaper bulged and darkened as the mess erupted loudly from the cat's rear. He uttered a mixture of a sigh and a moan as his body slackened in relief. His bladder had released along with his bowels and the wet hiss of his stream against the diaper was evident to the other anthros for several seconds.

The ursine was surprised how well the lotions and scented powders that Abasi had applied to their fur during changes covered the smell of his best friend's scat. The odorous whiff of it was there, but beneath a floral fragrance. The diaper sagged and swayed between his friend's legs as he shakily returned to a crawling position and continued to lead the way. His ears drooped, limp with embarrassment. The feline narrow tail curled down under himself as if futilely trying to conceal his shameful state.

Sylas clamped down harder. Faraji's experience with diapers and soiling himself might make him be willing to forfeit right away, but the bear was determined not to give in so easily. His stomach made a loud gurgle, protesting his attempt to contain the mess. Abasi raised his brow and shot a knowing look at his charge, but said nothing. They were ushered back into Faraji's bedroom.

For years Sylas had been curious what his best friend's private sanctum looked like. It was nothing like he had expected.

Half of the floor was covered in interlocking foam mats cut to resemble puzzle pieces, each brightly colored with a different letter or number emblazoned upon it. A massive rug was spread at an angle across the other half of the room. It was covered in a top down motif of winding roads weaving through city streets. A variety of toy cars were scattered upon it along with a multitude of action figures of superheroes that Sylas himself had adored less than a decade before (he still had some of his favorite comics stashed away). Several plushies of all different shapes and sizes were piled about, and an overstuffed toy chest was kept ajar by the treasures within.There was an upscaled cub-changing table against one wall. Shelves on either side of it held a kaleidoscope of patterned, plastic-backed diapers stacked upon them. Faraji's bed was in one corner. The mattress was low to the ground and nestled in an obnoxiously red racecar frame. A few paces away from the bed was a massive wooden crib. A mobile of moons, stars, and rocketships lazily drifted in an endless circle above it.

"My dad moved my old crib back in here for us when I called him earlier so we had a second bed available," the cat explained, as if the only question on his buddy's mind after seeing the decor was why he would need two beds.

The teenage grizzly started to whimper as a new wave of needing to defecate crested. He suddenly lurched forward with effort. It became harder and harder to hold in the enema. His brow furrowed, but he wanted to if not prevent soiling himself, then at least not do so with others watching and minimize the amount of time he was stuck in his own used diaper.

The bear snarled with exertion as the pressure built. He couldn't last much longer. He couldn't even make it through the next two minutes! He scrunched up his face, and turned his head away from the feline family in shame as he felt the liquid that churned in his bowels finally start to escape him. He felt the damp heat flood his diaper with a grumble of his stomach and sat back when his muscles failed him. The mess exploded into his padding. It squashed and smushed beneath his weight. He moaned involuntarily in the wave of relief that followed, and released his bladder in that moment of weakness as well, further soiling his disposable diaper. His head rolled back, exhausted. When he finally staggered upright again, his ruined diaper sagged low between his thighs.

"See, not so bad at all. We'll get you changed in a moment, kiddo, just need to help out your buddy here first."

Abasi directed the duo to lay down one at a time on the changing table and took care of cleaning them up. He snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and produced wet wipes. He worked swiftly with Faraji, who still looked intermittently chagrined to be coddled with a friend in the room, even if this was normal behavior for him in private. After freshly diapering his offspring, it was Sylas' turn.

The bear awkwardly clambered onto the table and felt his diaper squish beneath him. He grimaced. Abasi offered him a stuffed toy, which he clutched tightly due to his nerves, and held up to shield his face in shame. This elicited chuckles from both lions, while the older one continued without pause in tearing the tapes away and revealed his caged sheath. He was undeniably turgid, though his erection was painfully stifled by the steel bars of the chastity device. It throbbed visibly with unmet need. The grizzly's face felt so hot he thought he was going to spontaneously combust. His feline caretaker playfully pinched his nose and waved his paw as if fanning away the smell before poking at his erection.

"Happens to every guy. No reason to be embarrassed. That's why you are locked up. Cubs can't be trusted not to play with themselves at inappropriate times."

He hummed a cheerful tune as he took his time and wiped clean every crevice, lingering between Sylas' cleft and along the sensitive flesh of his restrained maleness. Soon the bear was thoroughly clean and diapered once more with a crisp disposable, a healthy snow of powder dusting his genitals. Their mitts and boots were left on but they were otherwise unrestricted.

Abasi helped him down with the scoop of a powerful arm.

"Behave until I come back to put you two to bed. I'll be just down the hall if you need me." Their guardian wandered out of the room.

Sylas looked at his bound paws and then glanced out the window at the still-setting sun.

"Well...what are we supposed to do? We can't play games anymore," the ursine said. He tried to flex his fingers, but there was very limited give inside the cushioned mittens.

"If you're not worried about going outside the lines, we could always color? The crayons aren't too hard to hold them between your paws once you get the hang of it." Faraji nodded toward a stack of coloring books and an open box of 120-count crayons, some of which were scattered about on the floor, dull and shortened with heavy use.

It was a ludicrously juvenile idea, but still one that the grizzly bear found oddly enticing. He wanted to give a snort of incredulity, as if to reassert an image of himself that he was a mature adult and above such things. He then realized that he was locked in a chastity cage wearing a bright pink diaper and matching mittens and boots, blushed, and decided better of it. He had already been diapered, fed, and bathed like a cub. What harm was there in scribbling in a coloring book? There was a time in his life not too many years before where he could easily waste half a day in an almost meditative trance, filling in outlines of his favorite cartoon characters with whatever wildly inaccurate colors he had at paw. Of course, his underwear had those same cartoon characters on them at the time. His own crinkling brought him back to the present, where he didn't even have underwear anymore. His friend eyed him expectantly as he shuffled toward the art supplies.

"Color? Sure!" Sylas agreed. He toddled over that direction as well and flopped down beside his companion on his belly.

The pair briefly quibbled over who got which coloring book. When the dust settled and they had drafted their crayons to complete their masterpieces, the bear had a page of a dynamic scene featuring his favorite superhero, Tinkertail the gecko, while Faraji added his mark to a fantasy scene of knights and wizards. There was a learning curve to gripping the crayons between his imprisoned paws. Sylas dropped a few, cringed as he snapped a few, and ended up with his fair share of errant scrawling strokes. Faraji did better in terms of dexterity, but his creation ended up at a second grade level at best. They smiled as they signed their work. The bear struggled to form the letters of his name in the bottom corner of his off-white canvas, sticking to irregularly spaced block capitals.

They moved over to building a city of blocks on the roadmap rug, then destroyed them by crashing toy cars through the streets in a high speed chase and with plushies that were the perfect size to be kaiju for their mock city.

"It's about bedtime, you tiny terrors," Abasi's voice trumpeted from the doorway.

Hadn't they just started?

Sylas cast his gaze out the window again to where stars were now twinkling in the periwinkle sky. Time had flown by. It was surprising to the grizzly just how easily he had lost himself in the activities of youth. He considered joining his friend in whining for a yet again more lenient bedtime, but accidentally thwarted the plan instead by audibly yawning the second he opened his muzzle. The older cat cocked a brow at his son to signify that he had won the argument before it even began. The younger feline sighed, but admonished his friend by playfully lifting his lip to let a fang glint in his direction.

They were escorted into the bathroom where Abasi had to help Sylas brush his teeth. To his credit, Faraji managed to hold his toothbrush between his mitts and awkwardly, but enthusiastically, clean his teeth and spit out a foamy mouthful of minty bubbles. The pair were about to crawl their way back to the bedroom when their guardian reached down and grabbed a pawful of each of their diapers.

"Still dry, Sy? Good! No need to change you before bed. What about you, kitten?"

He hefted the diaper that swayed between his son's thighs. "A bit wet, of course, but I bet it will hold through the night. Hopefully there won't be any leaks, but maybe we'll use the plastic pants tonight just in case. No need to spend my weekend morning doing laundry when I should be sipping iced tea in the garden. Do you have any PJs, champ?" He asked of the bear who just shook his head. Sylas usually slept in only his underwear when it was summertime, and maybe a t-shirt and some sweatpants if it was particularly cold. Outside of winter, his fur usually kept him warm enough. "Then hang out while I get my boy into his jammies."

Abasi went to the dresser and pulled out a single-piece, full-body sleeper that covered from the neck down to the wrists and ankles, allowing all four paws to poke through. It was off-white and adorned with smooth, chalk-patterned strokes of azure, lavender, and green. The outfit reminded the bear of the retro styrofoam cups that the skating rink used to serve soda in when he was a small cub. It looked soft and comfortable, but definitely too toasty for the grizzly's taste. As promised, the cat also produced a pair of transparent plastic pants. The more mature lion lifted his son onto the edge of the mattress and helped him into the pajamas, starting by sliding up the extra protection. He wriggled the bunched up fabric of the legs of the sleeper over each of Faraji's booted foot-paws, then assisted him in wrestling his mitted fists through the sleeves. Once it was on, Abasi did up the row of buttons on the front.

"I'll get you tucked in first, then help your little friend."

He assisted his offspring in climbing onto his bed. The lion retrieved wide, cushioned straps fluted with holes from where they were secreted between the mattress and the racecar frame. With the efficiency of a practiced expert, he linked these medical restraints to his son at five points- forming cuffs at the wrists and ankles, as well as a wrapping around his midsection. He tightened each until Faraji could barely wriggle while laying flat on his back, paws spread open. Finally Abasi popped a pacifier with a large, rubbery nub into his son's muzzle and clipped it to the front of his nightwear. He repeated the process, minus the pajamas, with Sylas. The pacifier he was given, unlike his friend's, was on a gag with a strap that fastened behind his head, presumably because he couldn't be trusted to suckle on it all night like the feline.

"Goodnight, tykes!" Abasi cooed, flicking off the lightswitch. "I know you don't need it, but I'll keep the night-light plugged in, just in case." He winked theatrically, then swept up a couple of stuffed toys and gingerly placed one nestled next to each of his wards. The room was still dimly illuminated when he left and shut the door. Not only was there the night-light plugged into a wall socket that slowly cycled through the colors of the rainbow, painting the room in a myriad of soft tones, but the lazily spinning mobile above the bear glowed in the dark as well.

Unable to do anything but mumble incoherently through the pacifier gag, Sylas did his best to drift off to sleep. It was no easy task considering that he couldn't roll or thrash about. Soon enough, he heard the steady rhythmic breathing from his friend's slumber, and nodded off himself, suckling the rubber nub between his teeth.The padding itself he actually found surprisingly comfortable to sleep in. After a few hours the grizzly even woke in the night to a needy twinge in his bladder and only deliberated shortly before releasing it. He flooded enough that a relaxing, soggy warmth bloomed across it.

Sylas was momentarily blinded by Abasi opening the curtains and letting the brilliant dawn light flood the bedroom.

"Morning, boys! Kids your age have got too much havoc to wreak on a weekend to waste the day sleeping in," The lion said in his chipper tone. He unbuckled his son first, while Sylas remained shackled. He helped the younger cat up. Faraji rubbed his sleep bleary eyes with the back of one paw, while the other clutched the plush toy that he had been given to cuddle the night before.

"You're both soaked! Storm clouds go on the chart today. And you almost had a whole week of sunshine. Well, no use in dwelling on it. I suppose I ought to get you bedwetters changed."

"You rascals play nicely for a while," he said, once he had them freshly padded. "I'll go make some breakfast for us all. Hopefully you won't need another change before we eat. Don't get into any trouble now, I can't leave the stove for long."

"Sure thing, dad!" Faraji gave his father a hug and received a hearty pat on the back before the older cat disappeared. He patiently watched his dad stroll away before the corner of his mouth twisted up into a smirk and he looked conspiratorially over to his friend.

"What?" Sylas asked bashfully. He drew his knees up to his chest to hide his crotch, suddenly and inexplicably self conscious again about being seen in just a diaper. It crinkled audibly as he shifted, as if to protest his attempted discretion.

"I was afraid you were going to shun me when you found out what it was like here, but I think you kind of like it."

"No, I don't," the bear replied, crossing his arms as best he could with the bulky mittens around his paws. He looked away and flushed. He hadn't liked it at all...or so he thought, but the unexpected throbbing of his member told him to reconsider.

"Don't lie. I can tell! You've been straining to get hard every time you get changed. I've, uh, noticed," the lion choked out the end of the sentence and trailed up, realizing what he had accidentally admitted. It was his turn to blush. He rubbed a paw on the back of his neck.

"Fine. I don't hate it. And for the record, I was only getting hard because your dad is-"

"Really hot? I know. I know..."

"Well, yeah. He's got that real, well, dad energy. Can I ask what's with the restraints on the beds?"

"When I was younger I went through what Dad called my 'rebellious phase-'"

"'Rebellious phase?" Sylas interjected.

"Sneaking out at night to stay up late. That sort of thing. It was also shortly after I learned to, uh, paw off. This was an extra measure to keep me from playing with myself. He, erm...suspected I had found a way to cum even with the cage on and added those to keep me in line. I guess they've kind of just stuck around. That said, they can be used for fun. It's sometimes a thrill to be completely immobilized while Dad-" he half coughed and half choked at the end, realizing his admission. "Anyway...since we've already done the most humiliating things we possibly could have done in front of each other, it's a good time to go back to not worrying about embarrassing ourselves again like last night. Let's just hang out and play like the big cubs we are."

The bear considered this for a moment. His Saturday mornings lately were filled with preparations for university admissions. It'd be fun to have a morning like a decade before, where he could sit in his underwear in front of the television and watch his favorite Saturday morning cartoons, giant bowl of cereal or stack of doughnuts on his lap. He smiled and nodded.

"What should we do then? Color again? Cartoons?"

"Nah- I was thinking something more physical..." Faraji suddenly coiled up and, with a wiggle of his hips, pounced at his friend. "Let's wrestle!" He shouted mid-lunge. He barrelled into his ursine playmate and they ended up rolling across the room in a giggling sprawl, knocking aside blocks and scattering toys with a hurricane of flailing limbs. Their bondage made it difficult for either to gain the upper paw for long as they struggled for dominance. The lion playfully chomped down on Sylas' ear and collar, while the bear used his larger frame to focus on locking Faraji in place in various holds.

He managed to snare his friend from behind. The front of his diaper rustled noisily as it rubbed against the feline's rump. It suddenly struck Sylas how overtly sexual the tension had built between was as they panted and caught their breath. He let go and rolled off of his companion's back and onto the floor, puffing out heaving breaths.

"Need a break?" The cat offered, those his eyes still twinkled impishly.

"Maybe."

"There is another game we can play. But it's-" his eyes darted side to side and he spoke in a conspiratorial stage whisper- " naughty , so you have to promise not to tell my dad. We should have enough time left before he's done cooking breakfast. Unless, that is, you aren't interested and would rather play something else?"

Sylas' heart fluttered. He felt like a cub whose crush had just asked him to his first school dance. He was more than eager to paw off with a partner. He had shared mutual masturbation sessions while watching porn with more than half of his male friends. A couple of guys were even regularly down to trade blow jobs, and that was before he even needed to reach for dating apps. Faraji had always been more elusive. The bear was attracted to him, but he had never had a good excuse to get undressed with the lion. Even under such embarrassing circumstances he wasn't going to miss an opportunity to fool around. He was skeptical that the cage and bindings wouldn't impede them. He nodded and wet his lips, but pointedly glanced at his mittens. Even if his sheath wasn't imprisoned in a chastity device, he would have a hard time properly stroking himself. Short of tearing the cat's diaper away with his teeth, he was unclear of how they were even going to see their caged cocks, let alone fondle them.

"How?" He asked back, tone hushed. "Wait- earlier you said your dad thought you found a way to beat the cage? Did you?"

Faraji winked.

The lion held up the large stuffed toy that he had kept since waking up that morning. It was a goofy looking tiger of cartoonish proportions.

"This is my favorite plush. He's perfect to help us out and show you how naughty cubs play. Just watch, then do what I do when I'm done," He laid it on the floor and scrambled over to his bed. The feline stretched out his arm and fumbled about blindly behind the racecar frame with a mitted paw until he found what he was looking for. He batted it out as best he could and lifted his treasure aloft between his paws for his friend to see. A cordless, vibrating wand. He turned it on high and it buzzed to life with a powerful fury. Faraji wasted no time in stuffing it under the plush keepsake. Tail swishing and face hot, he looked away from his companion as he crawled atop the plush and mounted it as though he were about to mate with it.

His diapered rump was hoisted high into the air, while his upper torso was pressed against the floor. He splayed his legs wider and slid his frame down atop the toy until his padded crotch came into contact with the plush. The sound of the muffled reverberations changed as pressure was exerted upon the stuffed creature, and instantly the lion quaked and unleashed a husky whimper. He humped- rutted- wildly against the toy, jerking his hips. The plastic of his disposable diaper crinkled and rustled loudly as he pleasured himself. His grinding increased rapidly in power and frequency. He growled as he stifled groans that could alert his father.

Sylas couldn't stop envisioning his friend's sheath straining against the bars of the cage. He could picture it throbbing with need, hardness fighting for freedom. He wondered if the flesh beneath his sheath was pink or crimson, or perhaps a mottled mix of the two. Maybe it was even ebony like the flesh of his nose and paw-pads. The bear could smell the faint whiff of his sex in the air. It was an enticing aroma of needy pheromones rising just above the cloying scents of powder and oil. The mental image of Faraji spurting jets of pre into his padding made his own cock engorge and fight painfully against the bars encasing his member.

The cat's breathing grew ragged. It was obvious that he wouldn't last long. He thrust and bucked and humped against the toy before giving one final push. He moaned softly and trembled before collapsing to the floor with a look of bliss upon his youthful face. His chest rose and fell silently as it slowed. For several long heartbeats, the only sound in the room being the unending buzzing of the vibrating wand. When Faraji had recovered enough of his wits to roll off of it and right himself, he did so bashfully, as if only then suddenly aware that both he and his friend knew of the warm, sticky mess that had been freshly deposited in his protection. The scent of his ejaculate and pheromones were potent, heady, and inviting. The ursine's need to cum intensified to an urge he had never experienced before.

He licked his muzzle and looked hungrily at his friend. With his coy, guilty smile and his cub attire he wasn't only cute, he was hot. Sylas needed to climax. His cock ached for release. His sac was sore where the metal ring looped around it.

"Your turn?" Faraji asked shyly. He fidgeted. Sylas was unsure if it was discomfort with the cooling cum dampening his ball fluff or nerves that the bear wouldn't follow suit.

The bear crawled on top of the toy like he had watched his friend do. First he pressed his groin against the stuffed toy slowly. As he grinded his hips against it he felt the powerful vibrations make his entire diaper rustle and tremor. He gasped in surprise. The padding somehow both muted the experience and caused the sensation to spread, enveloping his entire maleness. He huffed and started to thrust. Before long he was humping away as though he were in a mating frenzy. His restrained erection pressed against the lining of his diaper, adding to the ever-increasing damp patch caused by his dribble of his pre. The overstuffed toy shifted beneath his bucking. He was in absolute ecstasy after mere seconds of mounting the plush. In his wild throes, his knees knocked the wand out of place. He struggled to quickly return it with his entrapped paws and sex clouded mind.

"Hang on," the feline advised his friend. "I'll lend you a paw."

Wheezing and panting, Sylas plopped back onto his diapered rump and leaned back, supporting himself on his paws with his arms rigid behind his back. Instead of putting things back the way they were, Faraji again awkwardly grasped the wand between his paws and brought it over to the grizzly. He held it tentatively by the stable end so that the resonating sphere at the tip dangled in front of the bear's padding. He pressed his own cum filled diaper against it and used his body weight to grind it against Sylas' chaste sheath. A husky rumble, the primal growl of a mating ursine thundered up from his throat as he lifted his backside from the floor and pressed back.

"That's it. Dad doesn't like cubs like us touching ourselves or getting our nubs hard, but we technically aren't doing either this way." The ursine had his doubts about the logic behind the statement, but was too horny to care. "We'll just have to make do with humping our plushies. And the stickies will disappear when we have to pee again. I've done this dozens of times. He'll never know," Faraji insisted, a look on his face like he was a delinquent sneaking out to a late night party.

Sylas thought back to when he used to break the rules when he was little, and the rush of adrenaline that came with it when he got away with duping his parents, but the blissful reverberations against his diaper kept him focused on the present. His friend removed the wand, eliciting a groan from the grizzly.

Faraji shushed him and positioned the wand back beneath the stuffed toy. He held it in place and motioned with his paw for the bear to climb back atop it.

"Come on and crawl onto the tiger again!"

Sylas did so, and wiggled his hips delightedly as the sensation resumed. He trembled. He started humping and grinding and thrusting with thoughtless abandon.

"That's it! You're doing great," Faraji encouraged. "Grown ups get to mate. This is the only way us cubs get off. Go harder!" He was mesmerized by watching the other teenager buck against the stuffed anthro.

Despite that he could barely plump within his chastity device, Sylas felt himself drawing close to the precipice of orgasm. His sac drew tight to his body. Heat welled in his gut and loins. Pressure built behind his testicles. His abdomen flexed and his head rolled back. His erratic breathing caught in his throat, and with one final thrust up against the toy, he unleashed a cascade of semen into his diaper. It was the most powerful orgasm of his life. He felt his entire body quaked as cum gushed out of his swollen sheath, spurting against the soft lining of his padding. Thick ropes of sticky seed splattered into the protection. After a half-dozen intense jets of bear spunk, he fell back against the soft, interlocking foam mats. Faraji fell atop him in a haphazard pile, panting, each enjoying the afterglow of a much needed orgasm.

A sound above their hoarse breathing and the drone of the vibrating wand drew their attention. Abasi leaned against the doorframe to the bedroom. He was wearing a tidy apron while holding a still-sizzling frying pan in one oven mitt clad paw and a spatula in the other. He tutted at his son and shook his head. He released a comically over dramatic sigh and his muzzle adopted a resigned smile.

"Well, well, well, boys. Can't leave you unsupervised for five minutes, can I? I guess I remember being your age once. Couldn't keep my erm- pride- from swelling at the slightest inclination of playing with a friend. Still, you'll have to be punished," he said, swishing the pancake flipper through the air like a paddle. Its flexible stem and fluted head whistled menacingly.

Sylas squeezed his eyes shut. First out of humiliation at being caught cumming in a diaper while grinding against his friend, but then out of fear of a punishment. He had agreed to follow the elder lion's rules and didn't want to place stress on his friend by backing out. His anxiety was quickly quelled, if not his embarrassment.

"Not you, bear cub," the feline commented gently. "You're new here and don't know all the ins and outs of the house rules. My son on the other paw certainly knows better, so he'll be getting a punishment good enough for the two of you. But breakfast first, discipline after. Don't want these hot-cakes becoming cold-cakes. Come on down and get your grub."

The pair shuffled into the kitchen where their feedings happened much like the day before, with Abasi swapping back and forth between them. He randomly decided between pretending each bite was a plane, train, or rocket ship, but made appropriately wacky sound effects for each. They ended up stuffed with a stack of pancakes each and their muzzles smeared in syrup, which their caregiver dutifully cleaned up once their meal was over. They were given juice to wash it down with. Faraji sucked his from a bottle while jealously watching his friend sip his own from a crazy straw in a lidded cup. After breakfast was through, the older of the lions motioned for his son to stand and lean over the kitchen table, mitts flat on its surface. Faraji winced as he did so, whether it was from the pressure of the spikes in his boots or in dread of what was to come was debatable.

"You've got a free pass this time, Sylas, but it's best that you watch so you know what is in store for you if you flaunt the rules in my house over the rest of the weekend. I like to think I'm a pretty easy going dad, but rules are rules," the feline stated sternly standing beside his teenage son. Abasi grabbed the ruffled plastic waist of the diaper and shimmied it down several inches until his furry butt was exposed. With his free paw he took hold of his offspring's tail just beneath its fuzzy tuft and held it high. Seeing his friend's presented ass, a dark ring of flesh barely visible between the pert globes of his rump, made the bear's cock throb against its binds.

The lion grabbed the spatula and lined it up with his son's backside, swung back, hesitated for just a second to build the tension, then laid in with an audible smack! Faraji sucked in air through his teeth, narrowly avoiding unleashing a feral hiss from the pain of the strike. The ursine had to admit that the blow didn't sound pleasant to experience. His own ass smarted just viewing the punishment. The naughty cat was not about to get away with a single stroke, however, and Abasi wasted no time in reeling back for another spank. After a couple more powerful thwacks he settled into a rhythm of rapid blows across his buttocks, striking each cheek one then the other. Sylas could swear he could see the flesh going red from beneath his fur.

Faraji suffered through it with relative stoicism, occasionally breaking for a yelp or squirm, but managing to keep any tears silent. When Abasi stopped after a couple of minutes. The younger cat tried and failed to assuage the searing pain on his rump by massaging it with his locked paws. Just as he was about to right himself Abasi pressed a paw firmly on his spine to keep him in place.

"We aren't done yet, kitten. Two rules were broken, one by each of you. But since you were the instigator you will get both punishments. That was just the first. Stay," he insisted.

The lion placed the spatula back on the counter, and grabbed something else. When he turned back, he had a cherry wood cutting board gripped in his paw. While not massive, it would serve as a far broader and denser paddle than the spatula. The red-brown wooden implement looked utterly menacing in his paw, able to strike the majority of the feline's hindquarters all at once. Looking over his shoulder, Faraji quivered and squinted his eyes shut. It seemed that he was familiar with this particular paddle.

Again, Abasi reeled back and gave a few practice sweeps through the air with the hefty weapon, before slowly pressing it against his son's ass to line up his attack. His blows landed with thuds against Faraji's backside. He flinched, jolted, and growled as each landed. No stranger to BDSM internet porn, Sylas was embarrassed to admit to himself that viewing his friend's humiliation and paddling was hot. His loins stirred again as he watched. The punishment was tough, but not so harsh as to be serious. It would likely be a couple of days before the cat would be truly comfortable sitting down again. The bear wondered how long was appropriate before he could start teasing his buddy about the punishment.

The larger feline had worked up a sheen of sweat and an exhilarating musk by the time he was through and tugged his son's diaper back into place.

"Now if you behave yourselves while I clean up breakfast, I figured I could take us somewhere fun for the day. Think you can handle that?"

(To be continued...)