Phil and James: Bedtime
#12 of Phil and James
The final dish clattered as Phil dried it and placed it in the cupboard. The leopard yawned and stretched, the fabric of his boxer-briefs pulling tight against his bulging sheath and tight rump, before returning to the living room for more Star Wars. He sat down next to the similarly attired pup, and noticed--or rather, failed to notice--the chastity device adorning his pup's sheath. He made a mental note of this, in case they decided to go out, or anyone joined them during the week. James continued his battle as he leaned into his kitty a little "Almost done. Then we can switch to two-player." Phil smiled and scritched the boys chin, causing him to murr and flick his tail.
The next few matches started off with playful groping during respawns, before devolving to full-on making out on loading screens, until they gave up trying to play, and their moaning and murring mingled with the sounds of their comrades being slaughtered by the computer-controlled enemies. Phil was a little more than relieved when the next hour was spent with the pair exploring each other's mouths and bodies, rather than moving onto hand-jobs or blow-jobs.. He was sore from the full day of activities, and not just in his limbs. Plus he wanted to give his poor testes a chance to replenish the supply.
And so they continued, until 9 o'clock rolled around. Although James had demonstrated, in his own way, that he could behave like a mature adult, Phil wanted the boy to be somewhat well rested for the big day tomorrow. But that didn't mean that he couldn't have a little fun with him, first. He picked the boy up and carried him to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss, and plopped him onto the queen sized bed. "You wanna sleep with sir tonight?" James nodded and swished his tail. "God, you're cute." he chuckled as he kneeled under the bed. "But you gotta wear some special stuff for me." The kit ear-perked and crawled over to the side of the bed, looking down at him. "Stuff? What kinda stuff?"
It took Phil a moment to lay out all the pieces of his pup's "pajamas", a myriad of accessories that even he thought might be overkill. But he had practically broke the bank preparing for this weekend, and he wanted to squeeze every penny's worth out of it he could. Each new piece of gear brightened the shade of red playing across the kit's face. "Drop the briefs, buddy." Before he could even finish that command, James' briefs were already at his ankles and being tugged off. He hadn't expected such obedience so quickly, and that would take some of the fun out of training, but the enthusiasm more than made up for that. He started first with the boy's collar. James noticed that the "bitch" tag was back on it, causing his cheeks to redden further, but he felt almost pleased when he felt it being tightened around his neck.
Then came a small black cotton strait-jacket, which he held out before the boy. "Alright, put your arms in the sleeves." James ear-drooped and whined "Do I gotta?" Phil nodded, smiling reassuringly "'Fraid so. You gotta do what sir says." James nodded and slid his paws into the sleeves. Phil tightened the straps on the arms and back with practiced precision, leaving the boy comfortably bound in less than a minute. He scritched behind the kit's ear "Good boy." and set all the gear onto the bed, before climbing on and sitting down, pulling the boy into his arms, restraining him somewhat "Do... do you gotta hold me so tight?" James nodded and reached for the next piece of gear. "Just making sure you don't fidget. You may not like the next few pieces.
The scent hit James almost immediately with the force of a sucker-punch. The musk was overpowering in the little boy's nostrils, causing him to recoil a little. And as it should be. It was Phil's "pawing sock", the same one he had cum in the night before, as well as every day for the previous two weeks in preparation for this visit. "Oh god... what is that?" Phil giggled as he held the fox's head straight with one paw "Your nose for the next ten hours." James began to struggle as the foul article of paw-wear was slid over his snout "Oh my god... ahhh... take it off..." each breath was heavy with male scent, and each breath caused his little sheath to strain harder and harder against his cage. The whole universe smelled like the queerest mixture of a locker room and the night's dinner to him, times a million. And yet, he almost wanted more.
James could barely resist as the black muzzle was slid over his snout and tightening behind his head. He could barely even think, and his panting only made it worse as he began to lose himself in the hypnotizing aroma. Phil smirked and move out from under the boy, lowering him gingerly into a lying position. James watched him dizzily as he pulled out a small butt-plug, about 2 inches in length and an inch in diameter at the widest point. The leopard squirted lube onto it and rubbed it in, before climbing between the boys legs and spreading them. "This may hurt a little..." he noticed the boy could barely keep his eyes open "...or not." He placed it at the boy's tail-hole and slowly slid it in. It was tight. Tighter than he had ever dreamt off. But the only reaction he got out of the boy was a soft "Mmmmffff" and a couple quick flicks of his tail, which quickly returned to it's normal contented rhythm.
Next was the diaper. He had to order it special from the medical supply manufacturer, and the attached device had to be custom made by an engineer with a diaper fetish. But in the end, the results spoke for themselves as Phil lifted the boy's twitching legs and slid the diaper under his rump. "I ordered this special for you, pup." He pulled the front up and held it firmly against James' pelvis, before taping it shut. The boy's drowsy, curious "Mmmm?" was replaced with a more desperate "MMMMMM!" as Phil pulled the pair of crotch-straps between his legs and buckled them, before pressing the power button on a pair of remotes simultaneously. Both the pad in the diaper and the vibrator in his rump hummed to life as they began to vibrate, and the pair created a complete e-stim circuit as the pair began to tease him with a combination of mild electric charge and heavy vibrations.
The boy whined into his gag and sloppily rolled around, panting loudly. "I gotta go check something on the computer, but I'll be back in half an hour." Phil turned the bedside light on and walked towards the door. He smiled as he saw the boy humping the bed out of the corner of his eye.