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The panda leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh. That last meeting had taken a lot out of him. He cast his gaze around his private office. It was full of the finest furnishings money could buy; solid mahogany desk, crystal decanters of liquor, fountain pens that cost more than most cars. Eli lived in the lap of luxury, but he did so with an iron fist. He often worked more than 12 hours a day and six days a week as a high powered executive making decisions that impacted the lives and finances of countless anthros the world over. Dozens vied for his position daily, patiently awaiting any slip up he made as an excuse to kick him out the window with a wave and a golden parachute, and assume his role. Eli had to be constantly on his game to keep his life in order.

Stressful was the only word for it. It was no way for a fur in his late twenties to live. Luckily, the day's mountain of work had been completed, and his afternoon was clear enough that he could take off early for the first time in ages. He intended to use that time to the fullest.

Eli pulled out his personal smartphone and opened the messenger. The monochrome anthro scrolled until he found Andrei, his tiger mate. Andrei was handsome, like him, but where the feline was tone and athletic, the panda was merely fit. He quickly tapped on the keypad.

I'm heading home early in a few minutes, but I really, REALLY need to unwind this evening.

The flashing trio of dots appeared to inform him that his partner was typing a response.

If you're sure, I can set everything up. But don't lose your nerve once it all begins.

Andrei's implicit threat was more than just a tease. While in his professional life Eli was aggressively domineering and exuded an aura of confidence, his preferred method of relaxation was to experience, even in brief snippets, the exact opposite of that. He craved the total loss of control and the exhilarating risk of humiliation. Over the years this expanded from simply being tied up during sex or wearing a buttplug to work to increasingly embarrassing and difficult tasks.

It was unfortunate that the tiger's creativity seemed to have stalled lately. Maybe they had simply reached the apex of their ability to indulge in their jointly enjoyed fetishes. Eli replied affirmatively, hoping that his mate had concocted something a bit more intense than usual, but Andrei stopped answering.

A few minutes later his phone vibrated again. The message was from an unknown number. The panda curiously popped it open.

Grab a diaper from your desk drawer. Walk with it in view to the public restroom (NOT your private washroom). Put it on without locking the stall door. Send back a photo of yourself in the mirror before you get dressed. I want this done in the next 10 minutes or there will be dire consequences. Leave your underwear in the restroom. You won't be needing it tonight.

Eli's pulse sped up. The only anthro who knew about his private stash of padding other than himself was his mate, so it had to have come from him. Investing in a second phone to make himself seem more mysterious and get the panda's blood pumping was a nice touch, the executive had to give him that. The challenge was also a more bold measure than they had taken in the past. Riskier. More fun. It seemed like Andrei was getting his second wind.

The time limit was new- forcing him to risk either exposure or a punishment was just the sort of rush he desired. The panda's sheath stirred at the thought. He unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk and slid it open. Inside was a pack of plush, absorbent, and pristinely white diapers, already torn open with only a few having been removed. It wasn't unusual for his mate to request that he don one before coming home. Typically when instructed, he would put one on in the private bathroom connected to his office, letting anyone who heard the crinkling in the hallways of the skyscraper wonder what that strange rustling noise was while he passed. He would hope that the blazing pink of his blushing didn't show through the white of the fur on his face. His stylish suits were tailored to fit his slender frame, and the diaper always made a tell-tale bulge around crotch and rump, although if anyone had ever identified it they never spoke a word of it.

Eli plucked a fresh one from the package, then shut and locked the drawer again before heading to his office door. He opened it and peeked out to ensure that the coast was clear before heading across the floor to the communal restrooms. It was late enough in the afternoon that many of his employees and colleagues had already left for the day, but about half of the workforce still remained. Thankfully they were all absorbed in their own tasks, either in their offices on the phones, or simply lost in important conversations with one another.

The panda held the diaper between his upper arm and his ribs, letting the natural folds of his suit jacket obscure the protection as best as it could while still technically keeping it in plain sight to follow through with the rules he was given. He was fairly certain no one would notice as long as he could avoid getting pulled aside to answer a question. He made a direct path for the bathroom, doing his best to look like he was in a rush to dissuade people from interacting with him or paying too close attention to what he had tucked away underneath his arm.

Eli made it to the bathroom unmolested and bolted inside. Only one stall was occupied, which given the population that worked on that floor, was about as good as he could wish for. He chose the furthest unoccupied toilet and went inside. He was about to latch the door before he remembered his instructions. Despite his best efforts, the door continually creaked open a few inches unless he actively held it shut. He removed his clothes quickly and quietly, but struggled to hang his suit jacket, trousers, shirt, belt, and so forth from the lone hook provided. Their added weight and motion kept forcing the door further open, which he had to awkwardly keep bumping shut with his hip or elbow. He braced himself against the stall divider with one paw for balance while he hopped up and down to get his pants off without dragging them across the bathroom tile. It was an important floor of a major corporation and undoubtedly clean, but he still had his standards.

Soon he was just down to his designer briefs. The vibrant cerulean fabric stood out starkly against his black and white pelt and hugged the contours of his maleness. He stripped off the underwear (an article of clothing that alone cost more than some anthro's entire wardrobes) and left them wadded up on the toilet paper dispenser. Much to Joseph's dismay, the other fur had yet to leave the restroom. Luckily no other anthros had yet entered, but he hoped that the noise of him undressing wouldn't be too obvious in the quiet bathroom. He could hear the buzzes and beeps of whatever app, game, or messenger his employee was fiddling with a fews stalls over..

His steel chastity device glinted in the fluorescent light. His sheath was plump, fighting and failing to break free of the bars containing it. Eli had only had a few orgasms since they first locked up, when the sex had been good enough to bring him to orgasm by anal alone via Andrei's cock grinding against his sweet spot- or just as infrequently, when the tiger saw fit to reward him with a vibrating wand against his sodden diaper until his imprisoned nub splattered his seed into his padding. The cage came off rarely, and only with good reason.

The panda bear unfurled the diaper, and cringed at the crinkling as he fluffed it. At least whoever was in the bathroom with him wouldn't assume it was he who had the noisy diaper, since normally others would expect him to use his personal washroom.

He wasn't super adept at putting a diaper on while standing, but he managed by leaning against the wall. He needed to rip the tabs away and reapply them a couple of times to adjust the fit of his padding and winced with each loud protest the tapes made as they peeled away from the plastic. Eventually he was content with the feel and examined himself as best he could in the tiny cubicle, twisting this way and that. The soft lining and the cute appearance only made his painfully restrained erection worse.

The easy part was done, but he still had to snap a photo. He listened carefully to make sure that the other fur had gone back to paying attention to his phone, and took several deep breaths to steady his nerves before opening the stall door and peeking out. The coast was clear. His anxiety was riding high as he crept forth, clad in nothing but a diaper and holding his phone. He wondered what his coworkers would think of him if one were to enter the restroom and see him then. As charismatic as he was, even he had no excuse off the top of his head. He took the photo while standing a few paces back from the sink, so that his whole body was visible in the reflection.

Eli kept himself well groomed with his soft, close-cropped fur accentuating the lighter build he had for one of his species. He had sparkling azure eyes that made other males jealous and lustful in equal proportion. He appreciated the way he looked in just a diaper- easily mistaken for someone years younger at a glance. It made it easier to cede authority to his mate when he needed to relax.

Just as the executive sent the message to the mystery number, he heard the toilet flush from the occupied stall and the door latch click. He darted back into the unit that housed his clothing, with less than a second to spare. The fur made a curious noise in his direction, but washed their paws and left the restroom.

A few seconds later the panda's phone buzzed and he opened the message.

That took a bit over 11 minutes. Looks like you'll have a surprise waiting for you when you get home. Piss yourself before you leave. When you get back to the apartment, leave your clothes in the car. I want you to make it to the door in nothing but your soggy diaper. Oh, and you'll have to park out in the lot. Your assigned space in the garage is taken.

Things were getting intense. Eli would need to prance around outside in broad daylight and make it up a dozen floors while barely dressed. While technically legal, it was risky and humiliating. And what did the messenger mean when he said his assigned space was taken? Wasn't it Andrei on the other end?

Eli resolved to go through with it, already feeling the stifled pangs of arousal at the thought of the perilous trek. He dressed. His diaper made a prominent bulge in his trousers as always. It was bulky enough that it affected his gait. He wouldn't truly waddle until it was completely full of urine, but still his strides would be awkward and accompanied by a constant crinkling. Wetting himself was easy and enjoyable. He released his bladder with a sigh of relief and enjoyed drenching his diaper in a downpour of piss. It swelled as it wicked the dampness away and sagged under the added weight.

After exiting the bathroom Eli retrieved his briefcase then made directly for the elevator and went down to his car. The drive home was uneventful. He swerved through the garage upon arriving home and passed his parking space. Sure enough it was occupied by a vehicle he hadn't seen before. The muddy, half-rusted pickup truck from two decades ago looked severely out of place among the myriad of current model luxury cars all of which were gleaming from fresh washes.

He drove back out to the lot and parked as close as he could to the building. Luckily, he didn't spy any anthros milling about outside. He took a few deep breaths, and only when he began unbuttoning his shirt did he realize how much his paws were trembling. Why, oh why, did he buy a convertible. The roof was too low to let him clumsily disrobe in the car, so he needed to retract it before he could wrestle himself down out of his shirt and suit jacket. Soon he was down to nothing more than his diaper again. He crept out of his car, fixing the roof and locking it before bolting forward. Their complex was large and tall, with more than a dozen floors with countless windows any fur could be glancing out at that moment. The less time he was exposed outside, the better.

Eli pressed his back against the entry to the building, like he was a secret agent in a political thriller film. He reached over to open the door, but through the massive glass pane he saw the security desk with the building's guard seated behind it. The rabbit had his large foot-paws propped up on the desk while he listened to music through his oversized headphones. His eyes were shut and his head bobbed rhythmically to the inaudible tune. The panda could see him either mumbling or mouthing along with the lyrics. Unless he was willing to wait out in broad daylight for who knows how long, then he would never get a better chance to sneak past him.

He pried the door open as quietly as he could and thanked the stars that the air was still that day and there'd be no breeze wafting in to break the bunny from his musically imposed stupor. It was almost humorous to watch as he bobbed and jerked his head and shoulders in time with the music. He was a good dancer, but apparently was somewhat lacking as a security guard. Eli crouched low and scampered past the desk. He needed to make a split second decision regarding taking the elevator or the stairs.

The stairs would force him to climb up several flights. It would take longer, not to mention being an exhausting trek. But they would also allow him the ability to avoid others. He didn't know if the elevator would be already stationed on the ground floor or if he would have to wait for it with all its dings and buzzes. The noise of it could distract the guard from his enthralling music. And If anyone happened to pop onto the elevator on a different floor, as unlikely as it would be that they'd be going up, he would have nowhere to hide in his tiny box.

He opted for the stairs and raced around the corner. Adrenaline would have to carry him up to the ?top level where his home was.

Eli was panting by the time he reached his floor, and leaned his back against the wall for support while he caught his breath. He opened the door to his floor and peered down the hallway. Of course his unit was at the far end. His anxiety induced a vision of the corridor stretching for miles and miles with an unending string of doors on either side of him. It was the final leg of his journey. He just needed to pass his neighbors' doors without any of them deciding it was a fine time to go for a walk or purchase groceries.

The panda wanted to sprint for it, but even with his lithe physique he was a full grown adult (even if he was only wearing a wet diaper) and the noise of running would echo thunderously down the hallways, so he walked as swiftly as he dared. It was likely less than 30 seconds, but to Eli, it felt like an eternity. Eventually, he arrived outside his apartment door. He fumbled with the keys he had clutched tightly since leaving the car and nearly dropped them.

"We hear you out there. Don't worry, it's unlocked."

The voice didn't belong to his husband, but it sounded vaguely familiar. Nervously, Eli turned the knob and entered. His jaw dropped when he saw what lay before him and it took several heartbeats to realize that he should shut the door behind him.

One of their opulent crimson armchairs had been positioned to face the door several feet from the entryway. Seated in it was a male goat with coarse gray fur and a pair of horns like twisting, sandstone spikes protruding straight out from near each of his low hanging ears. He had a tuft of fuller fluff on his chin and piercing amber eyes with rounded, rectangular pupils. The caprine had a fairly average build, mostly fit with a slight pudge around his midsection and haunches. He was fully and unabashedly naked, with his prodigious orbs resting between his splayed thighs. His erection, a long, ebony rod, jutted up from the softer fuzz of his sheath. In one hoof he limply held one of the panda's imported beers, half empty. A smirk of superiority was plastered across his face.

Kneeling on the floor in front of the goat, was Andrei, Eli's mate, with his tongue slowly slurping along the length of the hooved anthro's impressive maleness. He was equally nude. His coat was a deep, fiery orange. Inky, uneven stripes crossed his spine as smoothly as if done by a calligrapher's brush.

Eli recognized the goat instantly. It was Terrell- truly a force to be reckoned with. He was Andrei's former mate and the only fur that Eli had ever met that had the same unshakable confidence as he did himself. Eli was stoic, urbane, and aloof, but the ram was the other side of the same, self-assured coin; Terrell was boisterous, brash, and impetuous. He had never grown out of the backwoods country aesthetic. The two had butted heads a few times, though never truly fought. There was always an aura of sexual tension when the three of them when they found themselves together, like the static in the air before a thunderstorm. Terrell was perhaps the only anthro that could reduce the panda to a quivering, emotional cub out of frustration in his wake. Even so, the caprine shared Eli's natural magnetism that made him hard to hate and easy to obey.

"How do you like your surprise, little bear?" Terrell asked. He used his free hoof to scritch the tiger behind the ears. The encouragement made Andrei redouble his efforts and engulf almost the entirety of the goat's thrumming, onyx length. "I almost didn't believe you wore diapers, but Andrei here kept sayin' so. That photo you sent me is definitely going into my favorites folder..and perhaps on a few choice websites. Bet you'll be famous in no time."

The panda needed to bite his bottom lip to keep from responding with something that would make his situation worse. He felt his sheath throb excruciatingly against its binds. His partner must've scented his arousal, because the tiger tilted his head, the turgid member still crammed in his muzzle, and winked at him with his gorgeous gold-flecked emerald eye. Andrei knew just how to push his buttons and make him horny beyond belief. The tiger bobbed down on the shaft, taking deep into his throat, and slowly and noisily pulled off of it, eliciting a groan of satisfaction from Terrell. A strand of saliva stretched between his lips and the crown of the caprine's rigid cock. He wiped his chin with the back of his arm.

"Go ahead and sit down. Terrell and I are going to put on quite the show for you," he said, craning his neck up to look at the goat.

Eli sank to his rump on the floor before he even realized what he was doing, gazing lustfully at the erotic, masculine display before him. Their cocks quivering with want, while his own remained trapped. The goat stood and necked the last of his drink before dropping the empty bottle unceremoniously to the carpet. He turned his back to the panda, bent forward, and supported himself by gripping the armrest of the chair with one hoof. The other reached back to grab the pert globe of his own ass and pull it aside, spreading his cleft. His short, spade tail twisted upward to reveal a pucker as glossy and black as the rest of his visible skin. His full, velvety sac hung low and provided a tantalizing image for the diapered panda.

"I normally prefer to top, but where I'm from we ain't picky. You're gonna sit and watch your husband fuck me hard. Maybe we will even make this a regular thing," the horned anthro threatened. "Not being able to paw off was bad enough with that cage of yours, I'm sure. Wonder what it'll be like not only to forgo sex, but also get to witness how much fun your mate has doing it. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get to watch as often as possible. And because I'm feeling magnanimous, I'll even make you a deal."

"A deal?" Eli stammered after the goat didn't elaborate. He could give speeches to conference halls that would guide global finance, yet he could hardly sputter out a pair of words directly to the caprine. He felt the familiar heat of lust build in his groin. Why was the thought of watching his mate rut with another male so hot to him, especially when he couldn't even masturbate?

"Andrei and I decided that if you admit to me that you're a good little sissy cuck with a cub nub that deserves to be locked up, we'll let you play with the vibrating wand while you watch," Terrell said, glancing back over his shoulder at the panda. The ram's erection freely dripped pre.

The tiger pulled out a cordless vibrating wand from behind the chair and held it up like he was a game show host presenting a fabulous prize. Eli's eyes trailed down to his spined erection, fleshy pink and so girthy that it fell forward from his sheath under its own weight.

The panda licked his lips absentmindedly.

"I'm a good little sissy cuck with a cub nub that deserves to be locked up," Eli mumbled, blushing furiously as he forced out the words through gritted teeth.

"That wasn't very convincing," Andrei tutted. "Try again."

Eli repeated himself. Louder. More firmly.

"I'm a good little sissy cuck with a cub nub that deserves to be locked up!"

His trapped cock was leaking a river of pre into his already sodden diaper. He hated how right it felt to exclaim.

Andrei smirked, spun the wand like a baton, then held it out for his mate, who took it eagerly and pressed the stiff silicone bulb against the front of his diaper. Wet moisture squished around his encased maleness. He pressed the button to turn it on.

Nothing happened.

Eli pressed it several more times in rapid succession to no avail. He looked pleadingly up to his mate, who was oiling his penis with a rymthmic pumping of his arm in preparation to spear Terrell.

"Oops! Looks like I forgot to charge it," Andrei taunted with a shrug before turning toward the goat, his long tail lashing.

Terrell unleashed a throaty moan as the tiger twisted two fingers into his aperture and thrust them in to the knuckle. The feline slipped them around one another. Scissored. Beckoned. Pleasuring Terrell as much as stretching him. Eli whimpered, pining for that sensation- to feel the feline's fingers massage his prostate. He yearned for those skilled digits to be working their magic inside of him instead.

Eventually Andrei pulled his paw away and stepped up behind the goat, spreading his foot-paws shoulder's width apart. With one paw he clutched Terrell's hip. His claws dug into his pelt. With his other paw he held the base of his tumescence to angle the fat, ridged length into the ram's ready tailhole. He pressed his hips forward slowly yet powerfully. Eli heard the caprine gasp as his ring stretched to accommodate the cat's cock. Inch after inch disappeared into the goat.

Andrei huffed out a husky snarl. Terrell moaned and arched his back, forcing his hindquarters back further onto the shaft within him until they were fully hilted. Eli whined and rubbed the front of his wet padding, creating a symphony of crinkles. Between the plastic of the diaper and the metal of his cage he achieved nothing but making himself more wound up. The pair in front of him began to rock forward and back. The tiger withdrew slowly until only his tip was left within the goat, then buried himself more quickly than before. They both groaned, bodies shaking with pleasure.

The feline sped up until he pistoned in and out of Terrell, their sacs making wet slapping noises as they collided with each thrust. Eli was mesmerized by the scene. The intensity of seeing his mate revel in pounding another male was more than he had ever imagined. And he had imagined it. Several minutes later, their breathing grew ragged. The panda recognized his lover's tells. The way his abdomen tightened. The manner in which his breath hitched. How his fur bristled along his spine. The twitching of his sac before it drew tight. Andrei was nearly at his climax, and judging from the way copious pre jetting from Terrell's tip, he was at the precipice of climax as well.

Andrei nearly roared as he completely buried himself as trembled. His haunches spasmed in time with the ropes of sticky seed he erupted into Terrell's ass. While he came, so too did the caprine, who barely had to caress his hardness with his hoof before splattering milky strands of cum all over the seat of the chair in front of him, body shuddering. The pair slackened and puffed out heaving breaths in unison for several seconds before separating. The tiger's spent shaft slipped for Terrell's hole, trailing with it a gush of ejaculate. He milked the remnants from his length, and smeared it on his husband's cheek.

"Hope you enjoyed the show, cuck," he taunted his mate.

In truth, his chastity cage had never felt tighter. The need to get off was far beyond whatever he had felt before. The sights, smells, and sounds of sex while he was left wanting drove him wild.

Terrell righted himself, although he was still weak from the recent fucking and his stance was unsteady. It was then that Eli noticed the tiny key on a thin silver chain at the goat's throat. It was nearly camouflaged by his fur, perhaps even buried in it earlier when he was upright, but the glint of it as he moved caught Eli's attention. The caprine caught him looking at it and smirked cruelly. He unclasped the chain and removed it and spun it lazily on a hooved finger.

"You noticed, eh? We thought it might be fun if you had a new keyholder. That's me now, obviously. First things first, tell me how you need your tiny cocklet locked up forever."

"Lock up my nub, forever, Sir," he responded meekly, small, round ears drooping while he blushed.

"Good. Now make us dinner while we start round two. It's my turn to top. Oh, and try not to wet yourself too much tonight. If you change that diaper before going to work tomorrow, I'll seal that padlock with resin."