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Dear Diary,

I'm still recovering from having to hand over my pride and joy yesterday :(

I didn't think losing my car would be too much of a hassle, but I can't have it breaking down again. They told me it would take a week or two to repair, and I can make do with that.

Annoyingly, Alice left on Saturday for her trip, and I probably won't see her until my car is repaired. I just wish we lived in a place with decent public transport. Just to get to the closest bus stop this morning was a 20 minute walk!! Good thing work is only a 3 minute walk away after that.

Urgh, that 20 minute walk this morning!!!!

Those two construction workers were catcalling me as I walked past. I think they were trying to be funny by mocking me just because I'm a leopard. Or maybe I just found the first two construction workers to be pests towards a man.

I thought rabbits were supposed to be athletic with all that jumping and stuff, but this one clearly has eaten too many carrots with how his belly filled his shirt. Why would I even be "teasing him deliberately" just by walking past?

The boar with him at least looked like a man who worked out his whole body every day. If he didn't call me a "hot piece of ass," I'd have been curious to know if he had a specific gym routine, or if it was just his job that kept him buff.

Getting to work after those two was fairly uneventful. Bus was mostly empty, which works for me.

I'm still a little bummed out from going to work today after last week layoffs. I'm going to miss Jack and Eric, but we did add each other as friends so we can still catch up.

I guess I'm lucky that they consider me their best data entry guy. And if they don't give me a decent bonus this year, I might just pack up and leave for somewhere else. The stress of potentially getting laid off suddenly should be at least compensated well!

Anyway, one crappy Monday down, and an unlimited amount of crappy ones today.

Signing off,

Liam

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Dear Diary,

Alice keeps posting pictures of her trip and I'm jealous!! I keep wishing I could have went with her, but apparently two weeks of leave requires half a years notice because I'm "too important" >:(

Today I felt like I was watching the clock too much. I didn't think that everything would become so boring without Jack and Eric. I might just download a book or something just to look at to break up the monotony of things. I never thought that a group chat of shit-talking and memes did such heavy lifting in the day.

A book on my phone would also be handy for the bus trip there and back. I've always been into crime thrillers, so maybe I'll be able to finish one before I drive again.

And GOD I can't wait for that.

They were there again today and were just as annoying as yesterday. Don't they have better things to do?? Like their job??

The chubbunny (hehe) groped his crotch when I walked past (not hehe) and said that I'd "bend over for any man". Gross. Why would you even like anal? I don't even do that with Alice.

The boar, for some reason, agreed and said I "liked this attention that he and Gerry were giving". So I guess that's the rabbits name.

I'll try to find a way around them because I don't want to give these creeps the satisfaction of a reaction.

Not liking this attention,

Liam

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Dear Diary,

Alice gives good advice, but sometimes that advice is wasted when the universe wants to hate me.

It was fairly solid. "Just cross the street so you'll be further away."

But after walking past them at the same time on Monday and Tuesday, I think they were on the lookout to harass me.

I didn't expect them to take out the megaphone.

I think the boar hit his tusks as he ran to grab it because when it turned on I just heard a banging noise for a second. I kinda wish he'd broken the damn thing, but he didn't, so I got to hear him go on about how I "can't stay away" from them due to how allegedly attractive he is.

And the rabbit kept with his crudeness by yelling how I was "horny for a real man" and that I "think about them when getting off".

The thought of that is probably going to keep me off from jerking off for at least a year!

This car can not come fast enough. Geez.

I think I really need to search for literally any other route as this is just too much.

Thoroughly disgusted,

Liam

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Dear Diary,

I don't know what--

I forgot to look up alternative routes.

I forgot to cross the street.

And I didn't notice I forgot either of those until the pair were walking along the other side of the fence next to me. I couldn't take their jeers any longer, and I blew up. I called each of them every word I could think to describe them. I told them they were gross. I told them they were perverts. I told them how I'll be glad when my car is fixed and I'll never see them again.

But then the rabbit said "he'll never forget us, right, Barry?" Which gave me the other one's name.

But then the boar grabbed me through the fence, pulled me close, and said "you love us degrading you. You get off on it." He managed to pull me close enough to kiss me for just a moment.

I could not run faster.

But the worst part was that I couldn't stop thinking about it. When I got on the bus, all I could do was think of them and the things they've been saying. And it made me so hard.

I've never been into degradation, but it was like a fire has been lit inside of me. My penis wouldn't go down as long as I kept thinking about it, and I couldn't help but to keep thinking about it.

When I got into the office, I was so riled up. I've never jerked off at work before, but I had to get it out of my system. And it felt good to get it out.

Something has to be wrong with me? I didn't think I was so dependant on Alice for sex, but I think that might be it. I'll get my car back, I'll get my girlfriend back, and everything will go back to normal.

Hopefully,

Liam

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Dear Diary,

I didn't even try to avoid them today. It's like a part of me wanted to know what they had to yell at me next. By the time I got to the construction yard, my dick must have been bulging a lot in my pants.

And it felt really good when they kept commenting on it. Describing how noticeable it was, how I wouldn't be able to hide it from them, how I wouldn't want to hide it from them.

I half-heartedly tried to get them to stop, but I know I wasn't fooling them. Barry told me I should "keep it locked up if I didn't want it commented on". I had never thought about chastity before that moment, but something in me knew I needed to consider it if I wanted to stop them from teasing me whenever I walked by with an erection.

"He'd probably get off on that and just start leaking nonstop." I'm still thinking about what Gerry said. It's like a television show repeating in my mind, and I don't want to change the channel.

The bus to work was painful. All I could think about was them again and again. I got to work and needed to jerk off again. But I was still horny after everything they said this morning.

I caved in and looked up sex stores near me during my lunch break and bought a chastity device! I had to jerk off again to get soft enough to wear it, but it felt so good once it was on. It didn't help with being horny, but it did make it so I wouldn't have a bulge in the crotch of my pants!

Even now, I'm still wearing it. It feels so comfortable and snug. I did plan on unlocking myself when I got home, but I guess I forgot about it. Whoops! I'll definitely unlock myself after writing this and play with myself before going to bed.

Currently caged,

Liam

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Dear Diary,

Locking myself up was such as good idea. I've been so horny since I clicked it shut, and I think that if I wasn't locked up then I'd be jerking off like crazy.

With the recent layoffs, management decided that we'll all need to come in and work on Saturdays otherwise we might not be seen as "team players", and I'm pretty sure that would mean more firing (especially at me).

But I'm not sure how useful I was today. I tried to focus on the work, but it just felt so good to grind against my chair while imagining something behind me. God, I felt like I could cum just from the way I was thrusting.

I've never thought about anal stimulation before, but something that Gerry said has stuck with me. The moment he saw me this morning was like he has x-ray vision as he called out my cage to everyone. I tried to say he was wrong, but he told me he knew a locked man when he saw them.

I confessed that I was locked up, which is when he said "with your dick locked, your hole must be begging for something fierce". And sure enough, I felt myself feeling emptier and emptier throughout the day. I think this cage is getting to me…

Barry just laughed along with what was being said, eventually commenting that I "need a proper man to take care of me", and god damn he's right.

When I got home, I couldn't stop myself from fingering my hole. I'm glad I live alone, because the noises I were making couldn't be covered up by anything! I eventually found my rhythm and coaxed out a small orgasm, but it felt like my fingers weren't enough…that I needed something proper…

Maybe I'll get something proper soon…

Yours Needily,

Liam

~~~

Dear Diary,

After the week I've been having, it's been nice to have a day off where I can just enjoy things. My day was scheduled as followed: get a good dicking.

Looking online (using every piece of self-control to not look at porn), I found a nearby sex store, and, after checking their catalogue, found a few dildos that I could work with.

After a short stop there and back, I returned home with a collection of artificial dicks of various sizes and colours (but not flavours), and enough lube to last a month (or a week!).

It felt awkward at first, but after I good a good rhythm going, it was like nothing I've every felt. The feeling of it stretching my ass and filling me up felt better than the majority of sex I've had up until today.

I thought I'd loosen up a lot more and get to the larger ones, but that was wishful thinking on my part! But I'm not in a rush, so I'll gladly spend my time with these smaller ones first before making my way up the line.

One of the more frustrating parts though was that, even though the pleasure was amazing, my ass wasn't telling my dick any of it! I'm having one of the best sexual experiences of my life, and my penis just didn't want to cum.

Out of the whole day, I only managed to cum twice, and that was because I was thinking of them. On my hands and knees, I imagine Barry having his way with me. His strong body taking me right there on the ground. His face close to mine. His tusks caressing my face. And then I shot all over the carpet.

Later on, I was laying on the couch with my leg propped over the side, exposing myself to the fantasy of Gerry. Porn on the TV, I imagine he spends his time mostly lounging on the couch watching in. I'd think of him barely looking away from the TV as his hefty form rests on me as he barely manages to stick something in from that position, but it would cause me to cum all over my chest anyway while he'd eat up the gooey snack he forced out of me.

Writing about them again makes me want to fantasise about them some more. I'll end this here and go hopefully cum again to try and clear my head as much as possible before work tomorrow.

Discovering my body,

Liam

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Dear Diary,

Another week, another Monday, and another day of wishing I was back at home relaxing. There's been a deep itch in my ass all day and nothing I've been able to do has been able to satisfy it.

I can't think of anywhere worse to have these feelings than at the office. If I knew it would have been so strong, I'd have brought a dildo to keep me full, but I didn't think of that. I had to use my lunch break to return back to the sex store to get a buttplug, which helped as I continued my day.

If I could have just cum at any point in the day I think it might have been bearable, but I haven't been able to do much more than leak through my cage. Even bouncing on my chair and gyrating my hips just managed to get the buttplug to reach deeper, but didn't allow me to reach climax.

Barry was right when he said I was "desperate to be properly filled" this morning. I thought I was being subtle this morning, but he noticed I was just fixated on his crotch. But how couldn't I be? I've heard that a pig's orgasm can last twenty minutes and I can't help but think of how much a twenty minute orgasm could fill me.

When I told them that, they both laughed and then Gerry said that it's normal for men like me to have "dick on the brain" at all times, and that all the years I've missed out on servicing cocks should have me "hungry for cock" by this time. I've never even seen another cock in real life before, so this deficiency has me going crazy.

When I got home I tried to get out at least one orgasm, but even after thinking of my two newest friends, I just couldn't get myself over the edge. My newly discovered prostate has shown me pleasure I couldn't even imagine, and yet my penis just leaks inside its cage like a drooling beast.

It's getting a little hard to think with my balls feeling so full, so I'll stop writing here to try to cum just once before bed.

Frustratedly horny,

Liam

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Dear Diary,

I had to call in sick today. I'm just so horny. I can't stop myself. If I went to work then I'd be jerking off all day, and then they'd fire me.

I still haven't cum yet, but I'm getting closer and closer. I even started sucking on one of the dildos, which brings me closer to the edge.

Over the day I've realised that it's my technique that's not letting me cum. No matter what I do, I can't perfectly replicate what I'm seeing in all these porn videos.

Large, thick cocks in the bottom's ass, fucking him as he moans. I've been using these dildos, which is causing me to work too much, which is what's stopping me. I need to be more passive. I need to be with an actual man.

Fuck.

I need Barry and Gerry so bad. I need them to show me how a man properly fucks. I need them to show me what true pleasure is. I need them to help me cum.

I just don't care anymore.

I just want to cum and I know they'll help me.

Fuck.

~~~

Dear Diary,

Today was a good day.

When I first saw them today I could barely think. I managed to confess to them my wants, my desires, my needs, my needs for them. Just being in close proximity to them had me closer to cumming than anything else these last few days.

When Barry began to pat my head, I practically melted into his touch. The physical contact felt so nice to have and I wished his strong hands were rubbing over my body.

I tried to get into their construction site but they told me they couldn't do anything until their lunch break, but I was free to return then. I felt like I could cry. They were so close to me, my cock was so horny, and I had to wait.

And wait I did.

With my TV playing a constant stream of porn, I did my best to loosen my hole for them for a few hours. Now that I had a mission, the pains of my arousal were replaced with the desire to ensure that everything went to plan. Even if that plan was to just get fucked.

When it was time for lunch, I ran back to them as fast as possible, which was a bit awkward with a plug still in me!

They found me and began showing me a tour of the site. I couldn't pay attention to a single word they were saying as I could only focus on the sweaty scent dripping from them. Gerry had his arm wrapped around my shoulders as we walked, and all I wanted was for him to push me to the ground and show me if the rumours of rabbits acting like jackhammers during sex were true.

Eventually I was ushered into a meeting room looking place and they stripped me of my clothes. When they saw my dick trying to throb in its cage, they complemented how perfect I looked all locked up and horny.

And then they ordered me to strip them. I got Gerry out of his shirt first, and his belly just hung off his body. He took a seat while I undid his shoes. When I took off the first boot, a blast of foot funk hit me like a brick, but I kept at it and took both boots off. When I tried taking off his socks, he would just move his socked paws to my face and would force me to breathe it in. I managed to get his socks off by leaving his paws against my face until the last moment before I tore them away.

I had the best view of the tent in his pants before he stood up and shoved his bulge into my face. It smelled so good, but I had to keep going if I wanted to be fucked before their break was over. Crotch unzipped, I began to shimmy his pants down his thick thighs, but his jockstrap was quickly revealed. The front pouch was stained with sweat, cum, and piss. It told me everything I needed to know about the rabbit, but before I could reveal the reward inside, Barry told me it was his turn.

Making my way to the boar, he made his undressing difficult by striking a pose and telling me to work around it. But on the bright side, his pose gave me good access to the smell coming from his opened armpits. With his top gone, his shoes were next.

I got both off with ease, but then Barry leaned down to pick up a boot, shoved it over my face, and called me a "certified boot sniffer" and "total musk fiend". The strong stench in my face instantly started smelling like pure sex, and I kept huffing the boot as I finished stripping him.

The sight, and smell, of them in just their dirty underwear was the hottest thing I've seen in my whole life. They finally let me finish stripping them, and I replaced the boot with Gerry's jockstrap stuffed with Barry's socks.

And then they fucked me.

They put me over a small table and tag teamed me from both ends. Gerry jackhammering my ass (I knew it!), while Barry took my mouth. It only took a minute for me to be cumming in my cage, but they didn't care.

They were talking among themselves as if I wasn't there. They were using my like I was a fleshlight to them. And I loved it.

Barry was the first to cum inside me. His cum was so delicious that I kept drinking it and drinking it and drinking it. And then I realised I'd be stuck drinking him for a little while. Gerry came not too long after, but kept jackhammering me like nothing happened.

By the time Barry's orgasm had stopped, I came another time and Gerry had cum another three times in me. They pulled out of me, wiped their dicks on me, and high-fived.

When my afterglow had ended, they had already dressed themselves and started helping me into my clothes. They let me keep their socks though (smelling them right now), but they said I needed to return the tomorrow and they gave me an address.

I don't know what I'm feeling, but I haven't felt this happy in a long while!! Tomorrow night cannot come sooner. I wonder what they'll say if I return their socks after getting my precum all over them.

Happy and horny,

Liam

~~~

Dear Diary,

I don't remember how long it's been since I wrote in here. Every day blurs together when all you do is stay inside all day jerking off to porn.

Master told me he found this diary in a box of my stuff that they hadn't been bothered to go through until last week. He told me to read it and write one final entry before we got rid of it.

It's been fun reading through the last couple of years. A lot of things to be nostalgic for, and a lot more things which I'd forgotten! But I still don't miss any of it.

That day when I went back to Master and Sir is when I consider my life to have truly begin, and everything before that is just an unrelated part of my life where I lived without living.

On that day, they had convinced me to live with them. Their arguments were very persuasive, and by the end of the week, I had moved in with them. To celebrate, they had me flush my chastity key down the toilet, as I wouldn't be needing it given that I could only cum from being used by another man.

They don't let me live with them for free through. I cook, clean, get fucked, do laundry, etc. etc. The normal things.

I'm glad that they don't ask for money because Sir's appetite is large enough that I spend a good deal of the day prepping for his meals, and I wouldn't have time to hold down a job.

I don't think any job would want me either as I'm pretty sure none would accommodate "needs to toy himself hourly"! While I can't cum without a hard cock inside me, my dildos and plugs are more than enough to scratch the urge and keep away the brain fog until Master and Sir get home to have their way with me.

They'd come home, then I'd strip them down, then they'd fuck me. Afterwards, I'd give a quick tongue bath to Master's more musky areas, and then I'd go back to prepping dinner before Sir gets hangry (although I do like it when he's a little more dominant).

The mornings are mostly the same. I wake up early to prep Sir's breakfast. I get their clothes ready. I suck off Sir as he eats. I give a quick tongue bath to Master as he comes back from his morning jog. I give them a quick sniff test to see if they're okay to leave (they always pass with the rating 'horny').

My least favourite chore has to be laundry though. They tell me that they have to pretend to be at least somewhat presentable, but I just don't get it. They smell perfectly horny and it's sad to have to ruin their clothes by washing them so often. To make it easier on me, they did buy extra clothes so each piece can go a month before washing! Sometimes I spread their clothes over our bed and just lay there, smelling them as if they weren't at work.

And when I finally finished all my chores, that leaves me with a little me time. I grab a replicate dildo of either Sir or Master (I usually select based off a coin flip), sit down the on the couch, lube myself up, and then put on some good porn to jerk off to.

While I can't cum, it feels so good to just go through the motions and stretch my ass all day. I even note down the hottest videos so I can watch them later with Sir while he uses my face as a cushion, letting me eat his ass as he jerks off.

I think it's been about a week since Sir has let me cum? He's been training me to hold back my orgasms long and longer, with the goal of being able to supress my orgasm until he or Master gives explicit permission. He's currently been enjoying having me leak non-stop as he fondles my balls while licking my leaky cage.

Master has a personal project with me too: food. He's slowing increasing my appetite to match Sir's and he plans for me to become just as big and huggable as Sir. I'm already halfway there from when I first got here, but he isn't in a rush to finish it, so I'm currently just helping myself to a third serving of desserts every night.

He's a little conflicted. The more I eat, the bigger I get, the sexier I am. But the more I eat, the more I need to cook, the longer dinner takes to get ready. I'm just happy he's fussing over me and I'll accept whatever decision he makes. My body is jiggly enough now that I can do a little belly drumming with myself, but I could always go with a larger drumkit!

When I finish this final entry and read it to Sir and Master, they'll get me to burn this diary. They say it would be a symbol of permanently moving on from my old life, which is exciting! Master told me that he liked how I wrote out my day, so he'll be buying me another diary for me to record what I get up to in my daily business. He wants me to record what I've done, any notable things that they might want to know, and any random ideas I could have to spice things up (e.g. positions I'd want to try after seeing them in a porno). And then I'll read it out to them after writing it and they can comment on anything I raise.

This trip down memory lane has been fun, but I'm more excited to finish writing this so that I can blow Sir through his jockstrap and then suck the cum out of the fabric while he wears it.

Saying farewells to an ending, but greetings to the future,

Liam