The Cubmissive
"The Cubmissive"
by Ashwin Rabbit
Squick alert: contains diapers, adults involved in infantilism, enemas, watersports, gay sex
From: Kevin March
To: Paul Sunderlin
Cub -
I will be over at 7PM promptly tonight. Here is what I want you to do for tonight's encounter...
I read through the email a few times, and finally printed it out to make sure I follow each instruction. Satisfied that I will do as I'm told, I look over at the clock - it's a few minutes after five P.M. Time to get ready.
Before this tale of wanton, kinky stuff goes further, let me introduce myself. My name's Paul. I'm a snow leopard in his early 30's. I live by myself in a small ground-floor flat. Kevin is my on-again, off-again boyfriend of the past two years. He's a bear, and he knows how to push my buttons, which is why I always end up getting back with him when we have a minor spat. You might be wondering why in his email, he calls me "Cub." That's something I don't really talk about too much.
I... Well, I love being made to wear diapers, suck on a pacifier, drink from a bottle and things like that. In addition to making me feel nice and safe, the feel of a diaper makes me quite horny, and Kevin and I have used it to spice up our sex life. I've been wearing diapers for the last 11 years whenever possible, and it was about six months into our relationship when he discovered my secret. He was over at my place for the first time, and after fucking me good, he got up to use the restroom. Kev opened the wrong door and instead of the commode and shower, he got a view of several bags of diapers stored on the shelf of my linen closet. He pulled a bag into the bedroom, "Are these yours?" He asked. I just bit my lip, looking mortified, and nodded. I expected him to drop them and storm out, but instead he walked over, ripping the bag open and pulling one out. He made me put it on and hold open the front, while he held his cock and let go of a thick, golden stream right into the front. Needless to say, I was rock hard in seconds, and our sex life got a huge boost from that moment on. Kevin became 'Daddy' to me, and to him, I became, his "Cub."
I was already hard just thinking about what was to come, and I scanned the first item on the list. "You are to rub your dick with desensitizing cream. You are not permitted to cum until I tell you, and you are forbidden to jack off after you have received this list." Even when he's not here, Daddy knows what I like to get up to. Heading off to the bathroom, I grab the cream and smear it generously over my cockhead and shaft. The feelings are intense at first, but subside as the numbing agents in the cream start to take hold. Still stiff, but with the edge abated, I go to the next step - make sure you're clean. When Daddy means clean, he means he wants me to have had an enema or two - and I know what needs to be done.
Heading out to the kitchen, naked and thankful that all my blinds are closed, I get a two-liter bottle from the refrigerator filled with dark brown liquid - decaf coffee that I brewed this morning in anticipation. Feeling the bottle, it's slightly warm to the touch, so I won't have to worry about it scalding. Back in the bathroom, I run the sink full of hot water and set the bottle in it to warm up slightly - I want it at about body temperature. Pulling a large dark pink bottle from under the sink, I make sure to wash it, and the length of hose protruding from the cap thoroughly, while I wait on the liquid to warm back up.
With the bag clean, I lube up the tip of the hose, and reach between my legs to lightly finger myself. This causes my cock to throb as I clench down around the digit, moaning as I stroke my own prostate. Slowly, I pull it back, panting and huffing while I pick the hose back up and slowly work it deeply into my ass. Opening the bottle of coffee, I pour half into the bag and turn it around the cap on the other end. Lifting the bottle up, I place it into the hook Kevin had installed in the ceiling of the bathroom for just such an event. I lean over and feel the warm liquid rush into me, moaning louder as I drop to all fours to let it penetrate and cleanse every inch of my rear. Pulling the hose out and clenching as tight as I can, I get back to my feet and sit on the toilet to void it out. This process is repeated three more times - with plain water next, then the rest of the coffee, and finally, one more cleanse with water.
Satisfied that I'm now perfectly clean as Daddy wants, I look at the next instruction: Lube yourself up. This doesn't take much time - a clean syringe without a needle, the tip cut off and filed down is soon filled with silicone lubricant, the outside smeared with it as I push it up inside myself and push in the plunger, moving it around as I pull it back slowly. The words on the next line grab my attention, as the lines above it become a blur.
"Diaper yourself up. Double up, with the one on the inside sliced through completely in back, and the plastic scored open in front."
Well, he doesn't have to tell me twice. A box cutter makes short work of the slicing and scoring, and that inner diaper, as well as the second is wrapped around my waist, taped securely, as well as around my thick tail. I go back to read the list and see the last commands: "I want you to drink a lot of water and to wet at least once before I arrive. Put on our favorite porno, and go lay down on the floor in front of the TV with your big pacifier. The diapers keeping my legs spread, I waddle out to the living room, crinkling loudly. I find my paci first - Daddy had it mailed over from Germany, and it's one of those that really fills my muzzle. The TV's on, and I'm soon laying on the floor, my coloring books and crayons pulled out. Watching the closeup of a tiger's cock plunging in and out of an otter's asshole repeatedly, I shift uncomfortably, my cock poking up from the waistband. Checking the time, it's 5 minutes to Seven. Crap. I haven't managed to wet myself, and I'm laying here nice and hard.
The lock clicks, and I look back down to busy myself with coloring. Kevin strolls in, tossing his key on the counter, and I can hear him pulling his jacket off, followed by the sound of his belt buckle being pulled open and his jeans dropping to the carpet. He slides down onto his knees, and soon climbs over me, his paw finding the front of the first diaper and pulling the tapes open. My ears flicker as it's soon pulled away, his ursine paw soon finding the front of the padding and squeezing. I hear him click his tongue admonishingly, and my head droops. Daddy knows when his cub hasn't followed orders. I wait for my punishment - will it be spankings? Not allowed to cum until I follow his orders? My mind swims, only to be shocked from my pondering by the feeling of his cocktip pressed right against my asshole. Taking a deep breath, I brace myself - there's a firm shove, my body jerking as Daddy hilts himself inside me fully on the first go. My asshole clenches around his thick bear shaft, and he gives a satisfied growl, "My cub knows what happens when he disobeys Daddy, doesn't he?"
Muzzle still full of the pacifier, I nod and keep my head down, flattening my ears. I can hear the diaper crinkling as the ursine atop me continues to pound away at my asshole, causing my cock to throb against the padding, even if I don't feel the stimulation. Wanting to be a good cub, I start to rock back against his cock, groaning lowly as it throbs out, stretching my insides wider. Daddy starts moving faster, and I know he's about to cum, so I press my rear up higher to meet his thrusts and give him an intense release. At the last second, though, he pulls out, and I can feel the cum spatter on the outside of the diaper. I look over my shoulder for the moment, but realize that I've misbehaved again. Hopefully he didn't see. Daddy smirks and shoves his cock back in, "That was for not doing as you were told, Cub. No daddymilk in your ass tonight. And this," he says, his cock flexing, the warm rush of something other than cum firing into my ass, much more copious, that golden liquid pooling inside me. Silent for the moment, the bruin adds to the comment, "Was for not trusting Daddy. Understood?"
I nod fervently and relax a bit. The wet pop of his dick sliding from me, I pant and clench my toes as I squeeze my cheeks tightly, not wanting to let his mark leak from me. I'm rolled onto the second diaper, which is soon re-taped on me. Daddy grins, "Now, wet yourself like Daddy said, Cub." I know what he wants, and I nod, relaxing my asshole, letting that hot piss stream out hard and into the padding, soaking part of the first diaper, but mostly filling the second. I shudder at the sensation, my cock throbbing hard in front. I can feel that the numbing cream is starting to wear off, and I whimper, giving the bear the best set of "sad eyes" I can, pushing my hips up. Kevin just chuckles and nods, pushing me onto my back, feeling the soft squish of the padding, soaked in the back. Climbing over me, he pulls the pacifier from my mouth and leans down to kiss me hard. Eyes closed, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him lovingly.
With my arms around his neck, the bruin shifts slightly, and I can feel him holding my prick. The feel of fur against the head, then heat. Groaning, I sit up as he settles down in my lap, my shaft soon sheathed in his rear. He pulls his tongue back from exploring my mouth and growls, "Go on, Cub... give it to Daddy good." That's a command I'm sure to follow, as the next several minutes are spent lustfully making love to the wonderful man atop me, paws roaming each other, muzzles pressed together in deep, longing kisses. When I finally climax, he doesn't pull off, nor lets me pull back, but instead grinds into my lap, milking every drop from me. Slumping back in his arms, spent, I gaze up into his eyes, and just lose myself in them. Kevin finally breaks the silence.
"Happy Anniversary, Paul."
"Happy Anniversary, Daddy," I reply.
"Our reservations are at 9:30," he says, lifting off of me and helping me up from the two wet diapers. He chuckles, "Go start the shower. I'll clean this up and be in to join you." Scampering off and letting the hot water soak into my thick pelt, I smile, knowing that I have the sweetest, most loving boyfriend in the world - especially one that indulges the kinks I have.
After a wonderful meal, followed by a nightcap at one of the clubs, we return back to my place. Kevin bends me over the bed and takes me again, but this time lets his seed jet right into my ass, causing me to clench down and milk him as well. I'm soon padded again for bed, the bear surprising me by pulling out a larger diaper, and ordering me to put it on him. He's never expressed interest in wearing himself, and I appreciate him wanting to humor me. But, seeing the erection he's soon got straining the waistband, I'm sure we'll have a case of that bruin-sized padding stacked on the shelves of my linen closet too.