Commission: Wind-down time.
#1 of Commission
The evening was settling in slowly as many that worked during the day came home, and those that worked at night left their homes. It was a shift that continued, showing how restless a civilisation really was, always someone working, guarding... loving. One such pair is freshly united as the moon is revealed by the vanishing son, a pair of this wolf and his secret mate.
The wolf, gray and white, aging twenty, slowly opened the door. He was a little tired, weary from talking and dealing with idiot employees and such, settling with the simplicity of a gentle hug of his lover, a blue otter. The hug was simple and gentle, as explained before, but despite the lack of complexity, this single gesture lasted longer than one would expect, showing how much they cared for one another.
The wolf, named Reylan, worked in a kitchen, dealing with those that barely understood the difference between a spork and a spoon; also justifying himself to the customers that thought that lobster grew in plastic cups. The otter, named Jimmy, worked as artist for hire, taking any price for any piece, always punctual. Both coped with their job and did it with perfection simply by knowing they'd be together by doing it.
The hug lasted for minutes, five precise, but to them, it was a lifetime, in which they shared all the love they could ever feel. Even then, they had so much more. It was strange, to feel drained from work at one moment, then, simply by hugging another being, to feel so full of energy and desire one could jump to the moon.
The otter slowly grabbed the wolf's behind, nosing together. With his grapple, he slowly lifted the wolf from the ground, the legs shifting to wrap around the blue legs and settle, creating firm grasp. Neither would let go, not yet, the moment was warm and tender. Instead of letting go, the otter carried the heavy wolf, carried him to the bedroom they shared, where the bed had a diaper on the bed and a canister of powder.
A gently kiss, a meeting of lips lasting only a second, preluded the placement of the wolf on the diaper. The otter bent his back, nuzzling the groin gently. "My sweetest." He murred low. His hands slowly removed the pants and underwear, the wolf now nude from his waist to feet. "My sweetest baby woof." The otter said, adding to his compliment.
It was done so many times before, countless times, in secret, as before. It seemed weird that, something that was done almost every day, still held the same significance, romance and sentiment as it did the first time. The padding was sealed over the wolf's bum, making his gray cheeks spark bright red. "You know I am." He answered, giggling with a high voice, like a small baby pup.
The otter smiled and patted the diaper three times, blushing a little himself. His pants were poofy, showing he had gotten ahead of himself. "I... got a little excited... I'm... already padded." He whispered, slowly removing his own slacks, showing his own diaper. The otter's blue cheeks turned purple from the blush, at his eyes diverted to the ground in shame. "I don't mind." Was the answer.
The otter smiled, liking that answer. Hearing that puppy voice made even the most terrible of news sound like a blessing. Thus, by the allure of sound, he kneeled down on the edge of the bed to kiss his lover again, slowly sliding his lips over those of the wolf, both puckered and covered in saliva. "My baby." The wolf whispered, letting his hands rubs the back of the blue baby's diaper. "Mine..."
The otter's cheeks remained purple, unable to settle his shame and love. The wolf rubbed on, urging him to just hug, share the warm moment of being together, diapered and well. "I wish moments like these would last forever." The otter whispered into the wolf's ear.
The wolf and otter remained in a tight hold, murring as they shared the hug. The warmth spread down in their diapers. "That's it, baby bro..." The otter whispered, wetting himself as well. "There's no shame in being MY baby." He said with a mild grin. The romance was fading, soon replaced with deviant acts.
The otter's hand slid down the back, rubbing the back of the squishy diaper. "Come on... nobody's looking." He whispered, rubbing and groping the rear end of the wolf, urging him to relieve himself. The blue muzzle opened a little to kiss the ear, hoping to calm the slightly nervous wolf.
The wolf was helpless in the blue otters hug, being a baby there. Thus, he couldn't stop himself from obeying, only whimpering quietly as his bowels pressed a brown, squishy mush into the rear. The steaming heap made the back brown and the blue hand warm. "That's it... good boy." The otter whispered.
There was a small moment of silence, in which the otter and wolf enjoyed the tender moment. It was a silence before the storm, as such, the otter's voice turned from motherly to firm. "Come on, Reylan; time to pay your debt your big bro." The blue otter said with a grin.
The wolf remained silent, on the bed, his hips bathing in his excrement. The otter pulled a box from under the bed, which contained a collar, some ropes and a ball gag. His hand flashed the collar before the wolf's eyes. "Kneel on the floor, pup." He ordered.
The wolf whimpered quietly, a little too tired to be motivated for bondage, but complied nonetheless. After all, he wanted to be a good pup for his mate, obeying without showing signs of disagreement. Once he kneeled in front of the otter, the otter's hand forced him on all fours. "Good puppy boy."
The otter was quite experienced with bondage, and easily tied the wolf into the position. "Pups crawl..." He whispered, the ropes, bars and chains preventing the wolf from getting up from his position, forcing the gray fluff on all fours.
The wolf whimpered and whined a little as he could only crawl around a little, leaving him easy pray for the horny otter. His collar was slipped on tight, showing who was in control. "Any final words?" The blue fluff asked, holding the gag. "Please be gentle..." The wolf asked, murring when the otter rubbing his messy diaper. "You know I will be."
The otter removed his diaper, than that of his mate, enjoying the smell. "mm... you make good mess, pup." He said, using wipes to clean the areas for use. "Smells lovely... warm too." He continued, his cock unable to stay flaccid under those thoughts.
The otter was behind the wolf, on his knees, the base of his erect tool at the anus. "Mm... beg for it." He demanded, rubbing the wolf's back. "Come on." The wolf moaned and murred, his wolfhood hardening under the humiliating pressure. "Good pup... you earned your big bro's loving."
The otter pulled his hip back, before pushing his cock level to the anus with his finger. "Mm... let's see if you're still a tight cutie." He said deviously, before pushing the tip in the puckered rear. "mmm." He murred. "Mmmm!" The wolf replied, biting into the gag.
The otter murred as he pushed the cock deeper into the rear, which was void of faeces after the messing. "Mm... my little pup loves being used, doesn't he?" The blue otter asked, hearing the wolf's loud moans, feeling his back arc.
The otter was in all the way, before his grin grew back, wide and not very forgiving. "I promised I'd be gently... but you don't seem to like it." He said, stroking the wolf's tail over his shoulder. The wolf moaned in place, not going to struggle or move.
The otter clipped a leash to the collar, holding it tight as he suddenly began to ram in and out at a pace that would tear any untrained anus apart. But the wolf was his pup for a long time, trained with dildos, vibrators, fingers and tongues, thus he took the vicious, merciless pounding with moans and oozing pre.
The otter's face was filled with love, his cheeks a little purple, his tongue out as he gasped for air to fuel his sex. After all, his oozing erection took quite a bit of air, and his pounding was an exercise on its own.
The wolf cried a little, though more of joy than of pain. His ass wasn't relaxing and thus, contracting around the cock, pleased himself and his master. This behaviour was rewarded with an aimed stroke over his prostate; this firm rubbing would drive both to the extent of their love.
They froze, standing still in time, their souls and body seemed to merge for a moment as they both did the same things: orgasm. They let out a moan, at the same tone and strength, showing how well they clicked. One stream of sperm launched into the wolf's rear, the other splattered over the carpeted bedroom floor.
The otter panted with the wolf, both trying to regain some energy. The flaccid member slid out easily, hanging with a little sperm on it. "Good pup." The otter said, hugging the wolf from the back. "Diapers and then nini, okay?" He asked, removing a few ropes and bars.
The otter released the wolf, leaving only the collar in place. He diapered himself and the wolf after cleaning the wolf's tummy, smiling all the way. "I love you, Reylan." The otter whispered, kissing the wolf's forehead. "I love you Jimmy." The wolf whispered back, licking the blue furry neck.
The wolf was lifted by the otter, placed onto the bed with the rubber sheets. The otter climbed in with him, murring as they snuggled under the warm sheets. The sheets grew a little damp when they both wet themselves again, enjoying to press their diapers together. With a final kiss, they sealed themselves in a night's sleep.