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"Oh, Andy!" Fritz exclaimed, his voice husky. His head rolled back in bliss.

The blue-tailed skink was on his back on the bed. Andrew- his mate, a broad-shouldered, handsome kangaroo- towered over him, straddling his thick tail. His coarse orange-brown fur was beaded with perspiration as he bucked into his submissive. His powerful haunches aggressively slammed against the lizard's ass. Each thrust was punctuated by the thud of the headboard banging against the wall and the wet slap of his testicles rebounding off the soft underside of the reptile's tail. Andrew's veiny, uncircumcised eight inches pistoned in and out Fritz's cleft again and again. He gripped and spread his lover's ankles, chest puffing with exertion, then grunted and squeezed his eyes shut. Fritz knew that pose. That look of determination wrapped in pleasure. He was fast approaching his climax.

The scaled anthro's own genitals bounced with every thrust into him. They were locked securely away in a lattice of steel bars. The key to which was worn around his partner's neck on a thin strap at all times. Even to sleep, to prevent sticky fingers from stealing it in the night. It dangled mere inches above the miniscule padlock that stood between Fritz and orgasm. The metal chastity cage glinted in the pre-dawn light that filtered in through the blinds. His trapped length plumped helplessly against the vexing device and leaked a steady dribble of precum over the dark, velvety scales of his sac which were forced forward and upward by the ring behind his scrotum.

Andrew hilted him and seized, then shuddered with a guttural moan. His cock throbbed inside the lizard, who clamped his tight heat down around the invading member. He felt the familiar warmth of an eruption of 'roo spunk flooding his insides. Andy always came a fountain, and sure enough by the fifth pulse of sticky seed, some of the marsupal's essence started to gush out around the base of his shaft.

Andrew leered down at his chaste sub, who was still writhing and moaning his name while grasping fistfulls of bedsheets. The kangaroo's softening length languidly slipped from the skink's well used hole, trailing glistening strands of ejaculate in its wake. He lowered the needy lizard's rump down onto the mattress. His unfulfilled mate made an incomprehensible, aching, throaty sound. His ever-present chastity device jumped with each painful twitch of his stifled erection.

"Still horny, little Fritz? Good," his dominant partner teased, lightly stroking the tiny cage with a fingertip. Without warning, he shoved two fingers into the reptile's slick aperture with his free paw. He spread the digits apart and twisted this way and that. He then beckoned until he found the sore, sweet spot within his lover. He caressed it. Massaged it. And made Fritz spurt out more watery jets of pre.

The skink was a lithe male in his early twenties with a tail as long as he was tall. His tail started out almost as thick as his torso before slowly tapering to a narrow tip. His head was flat, and spade-shaped with small glassy, azure eyes beneath the smooth ridge of his brow that had slit pupils. He had been chaste for several months. He had already bested his previous record without an orgasm by six weeks and was at the dangerous precipice of being willing to do almost anything to achieve climax.

Too soon the fingers ceased their pressure and Andrew removed them, leaving Fritz feeling empty and needy as spunk oozed from his tailhole.

His athletic mate climbed off the bed to go rummaging in their dresser. He returned with a bundle of objects and sat down on the edge of the bed. Then he held up the items for Fritz to see. Clutched in one paw was a bulky, adult diaper. It was made of crinkling plastic, and primarily white but with a smattering of paw- and hoof-prints every shade of the rainbow and of every species under the sun decorating it. The other paw held a bottle of fragrant powder and a pair of clear plastic pants. The garment had a slender chain threaded through the waist that could be secured with a lock. The padlock Andrew had purchased to seal his lover's member away conveniently came packaged with a twin, so he was able to use the exact same key for the plastic pants. Fritz was made to wear them regularly, not only to contain leaks and smells, but also prevent him from removing or adjusting his own diaper.

This gave the key that Andy wore even more power. It was like a totem of his authority over his mate.

Without being directed to, the skink raised his hips and his partner slipped the diaper beneath his rump. He let his long tail that faded from the onyx scales with ashen stripes of his body to an intense, icy blue at its tip, settle into the groove created for it. They had been through this ritual many times together.

When Fritz first dated Andy, he learned of his proclivity for dominance. He liked to keep his partner chaste 24/7, and occasionally break out the paddle for fun. No stranger to BDSM, the reptile found this idea incredibly hot and jumped at the opportunity. He regularly held off from masturbating for days at a time to build up more powerful orgasms anyway. Having it directed by another fur seemed even better (although his chances to cum ended up being fewer and further in between than when it was self-enforced).

What he didn't know until their relationship became more serious and they were ready to move in together, was that the kangaroo also liked to control as much of his mate as possible, including his dressing and bathroom habits. Not only were Fritz's clothes strictly off limits except when they needed to go out (during which Andrew chose his attire), but in addition to being kept in chastity except for special occasions, Andy liked to keep his lover in diapers. The bathroom at home was completely off limits for urination. The lizard was allowed, once a day, to entreat his Dom to unlock the bathroom door in the house for when he needed to defecate. All other uses of the toilet were to be done in his diaper, with punishments for asking for a change. That, too, was something that the marsupial chose the when and where of.

The locking plastic pants were typically for when Fritz was at work to prevent him from cheating and using a public restroom. Andy would visit him on lunch break to see if he needed a change or a visit to the toilet, but their high capacity, ABDL diapers more often than not held throughout the day. It was curious to see them out now, since not only was it just before sunrise- Andrew often liked to dump a quick load of roo spunk into his lover before leaving for the day-, but Fritz had the day off to lounge around at home.

Maybe his lover intended to send him on a series of errands during the day?

He mused on this but didn't question his Dom while Andy shook out a snowy plume of powder over his trapped genitals. The kangaroo carefully folded up the front of the diaper and pressed the plush lining of it against Fritz's nether regions with his palm before stretching all four tapes into place. After years, he was an expert at it. The voluminous diaper fit perfectly. He could model in advertisements for them. Andy had enough photos on his phone that he threatened to sign Fritz up to do that very thing on more than one occasion. Using diapers was surprisingly easy for him to settle into, and in time he even developed a fetish for them of his own, but he still got a rush of anxiety whenever he was at risk of being caught wearing them.

After the padding went on, so too did the plastic pants. They were durable and high quality. The translucent plastic failed to obscure the oversized cub diaper around his hips. His jeans, unfortunately, usually revealed the distinctive bulge when he wore them. Not to mention the telltale crinkle that accompanied his every move. The click of the lock was quiet, but definitive. Fritz blushed furiously.

"You've been such a good hatchling lately. I think you deserve an opportunity to cum," Andy said, as he started getting dressed for the day. Fritz felt heat surge through his loins at the thought while he watched wantonly as Andy stuffed his hefty sac and girthy penis into the pouch of his underwear. The rich blue fabric of the boxer-briefs stretched taut and accentuated his maleness, which was further emphasized by the white elasticized piping that called attention to his impressive endowment.

Meanwhile, Fritz felt the lining of his diaper grow damp around his captive junk, from both the pre he was still emitting and that which leaked from his hole into the absorbent, pillowy seat of his diaper.

"Stay here for a minute," his lover instructed casually, holding up one finger. "I'll be right back." He left the room clad only in his underwear. He returned a short while later, and continued to dress silently. Socks, trousers, belt, shirt, tie. The skink's sharp eyes noticed immediately what had changed. Andy's key, hereto an omnipresent accessory, was now missing. The marsupial turned toward his padded plaything, suit jacket slung casually over one shoulder and held aloft by a single crooked finger. The window behind him silhouetted him in the hazy purple-orange glow of dawn.

"I have a few minutes before I leave for work. Follow me and I'll explain how you'll get the chance to enjoy yourself."

The reptile hopped off of the bed and toddled after his lover. His diaper rustled noisily and its bulk made him waddle. They made their way to the backdoor of their apartment. Andy slid it open. The apartment block was built like a hollow square. A quaint, cobblestone path connected to every first story backdoor and ringed an impressive oak tree that dominated the center of the courtyard. There were some public use outdoor furniture, but otherwise it was an open grassy space.

From the massive, gnarled branches of the tree, perhaps 15 feet up, a glint caught Fritz's eye. The sunrise reflected off what at first looked like a charm, but swayed and turned in the breeze to reveal that it was a key. The key. Of course the height would be easy for Andy to reach. He could simply hop up and hang it there. The skink would need to climb.

"When I come home from work today, I'm going to retrieve my key from that tree. If it isn't there, you will be punished. That said, I don't care what happens to it in the meantime. Feel free to go and retrieve it, and use it for whatever you'd like." He smiled impishly. "As long as you replace it when you're done."

Fritz's heart raced. He was still incredibly horny from their recent rutting. The key that would allow him to alleviate that stress was right there, mere meters away! He could use the toilet like an adult. He could pleasure himself all day and cum for the first time in ages. He was so pent up he was sure his nut would be massive and imminently satisfying. All he needed to do was be brave enough to snatch the key. That was the problem. The skink's clothes were locked away. Andy was clever enough to keep his own drawers locked as well. He'd be going out in just his diaper and plastic pants.

It was early enough that if he dashed out now, no one would see him...probably. Is that why his mate went out in only his underwear a moment before, to prove that no fur would notice? Or was he simply more confident in his age appropriate clothing? It might look like he was wearing tight fitting running shorts from afar. Getting the key wasn't nearly as daunting as needing to replace it later while in broad daylight, but in doing so he was committing to the more intimidating task once his high of arousal was just a memory..

Already lights began to flicker on in some of the units around the square with anthros rising for the day.

"Your window to grab it completely unseen is closing quickly, Fritz. Tick-tock," Andy taunted while pretending to check a nonexistent watch.

If he mustered the courage to scurry out for the key now, maybe he could simply throw it back onto the branch later from the doorway, making the return trip almost negligible? No. It was too far and his aim wouldn't be nearly good enough.

"And I did check, by the way: This isn't technically indecent exposure. You can't be charged with a thing. Come to think of it, since none of your junk is technically showing anyway, I could send you into town like that..." He mused aloud, rubbing his chin. "I knew you were going to be paralyzed with indecision, so I gave you an extra tool to help nudge you along." His smile twisted into a cruel smirk. "I wanted to see what you decided before I left for the day, so to speed up the choice I slipped a little something into you when I fingered you earlier."

As if on queue, Fritz stomach gurgled loudly as his guts shifted in protest.

"I might be off a little late tonight due to meetings. And then there is that terrible freeway traffic. Might need to top off the tank too. And maybe run an errand or two while I'm out anyway. It would be terrible for you to be stuck in your own mess for all those hours."

The bulge in the kangaroo's pants told Fritz that his mate was enjoying his impending humiliation immensely. Bubbling pressure built in his abdomen. The urgency certainly did speed along his internal debate. From the way his belly rumbled and knotted, he had mere minutes before he involuntarily soiled himself. If he was quick, he could snatch the key and make it to the bathroom just in time to avoid filling his diaper.

He scampered out the door and pressed himself flat against the wall like he was a secret agent in a spy thriller film. He looked for any moving shadows in the units with lights on in them, indicating potential onlookers, but noticed none at first glance. He scrambled forward, but promptly staggered and clutched his stomach while ghastly noises escaped his backside. His legs shook. That suppository that his partner had inserted into him was wrenching its way through his guts fast. He trembled and involuntarily squatted down- his body taking over to do what came naturally.

His shit escaped him loudly and unpleasantly into his diaper over the course of nearly a minute. He stifled a groan of relief by biting into his lower lip as he felt the heat of it smush against the scales of his ass. The smell, augmented by the volume of his dump, was only partially muted by his plastic pants. He trembled, humiliated and weak. He was exhausted in the wake of it, and feared any aftershocks caused by the fast-acting laxative he had unwittingly rectally taken. His bowels giving way prompted his twinging bladder, still full with its morning need, to unleash as well. It drenched his padding and mixed with the mush. Still, if he could reach the key, he could clean up in a hot shower or bath, then still paw off for hours that day.

He forced himself to continue forward. The diaper sagged and swayed heavily between his thighs with each staggering step. After what seemed an eternity, he made it to the trunk. Luckily he was built for climbing, and it wasn't too difficult to scurry up the tree. His heart thundered. He felt the diaper squish uncomfortably when it pressed against the tree. Eventually he inched himself along a sturdy branch until he could reach out and grasp the key. He lowered himself down and rolled head over tail into the grass, before briskly jogging back to their apartment.

Just as he was about to reach the back door, his mate slammed it shut and wedged the lock bar into its track. He looked at his phone and widened his eyes with mock surprise.

"Sorry, Fritz. I'm going to be late if I don't leave right now. At least you got your key. See you when I get home!"