Stolen Goods
By Musuko

Ethan had never been very brave. He would have ideas, lots and lots of ideas, but he was never the one to act on them. He’d come to me, his best friend, his bestest friend ever in the whole wide world (well, actually, whole “wild” world was the way he always said it) and it would be up to me to be the leader. That usually meant I was the one getting in trouble, but that was okay. Big brave Adam can cope!
	How we met was weird. I think we were like five years old, and my mum comes into my room one day and she’s got this other kid with her and says can I play with him for a bit? I probably didn’t pay much attention, and just let him play trains with me or something.
	I must have thought he must have lost his fur or something, because I’d never seen a scaley before, and I definitely hadn’t seen a chubby, blue-coloured one with teeny tiny little wings on his shoulders. I probably said all sorts of god-awful cruel things to him without even knowing, before mum sat down with me later on and told me all about scalies, and how they were smooth instead of furry, and how some had wings, and some didn’t, and how Ethan’s mum had wings, but his dad didn’t, so Ethan only had little wings instead of big ones, just like I was a red panda because of my mum being a red panda, but I had a pink nose and was thin and kinda tall because my dad was a ferret.
She said that Ethan had just moved in down the road and was really nervous about meeting all the other boys and girls when he started school, and my mum and his mum had talked and agreed that he needed a friend to look out for him, and that would be me because I was the best and bravest little boy there was.
So I got all puffed up and proud, because I was a little kid and I really loved getting to be all grown-up and responsible. After all, he was only five years and three months old, and I was five and six months! That made me a whole lot older, and made me the boss! I could tell him what to do and he’d have to do it.
And that’s what happened...kinda. We grew up and he got a bit less chubby and I got a bit less skinny, and we got to be friends, but didn’t really get any others. So we were just that weird two kids. That was okay, I guess. I always had someone to play with and hang out with, and I got to beat up kids who tried to pick on him almost as often as I got picked on and beat up myself. So meh, pretty average childhood. Not like they’d make a film out of it or anything.
It was like a week after his twelfth birthday and he was being all hyper. I got about twenty texts from him, going on and on about this cool new place he’d heard about and we had to meet at my place later. I was stuck helping my parents pack for their trip, so I didn’t get much chance to reply except to tell him to shut the hell up and just come over later when they’d gone. My parents didn’t want me having anyone over while they were gone, except for Ethan. Ethan was okay. And it’s not like I’d do anything to wreck this; they were trusting me to look after myself for a whole week!
Ethan came over just as it was getting dark. He was all puffed out, even though he only lived down the road. I gave him a coke from the fridge, and he drank it between huffs and puffs.
“There’s this place,” he said. “It’s in the old industrial estate. You know, where that warehouse burned down?”
“Yeah, and?”
“Well, they built it up again, except it’s different. It’s huge! And there’s a big fence and there’s cameras and guards. It’s like...it’s like...Fort Cocks!”
“Fort Knox, stupid! Knox!”
“Yeah, that place.” He looked at me expectantly. He started doing that thing where he leans the end of his tail against the floor and bobs up and down on it.
“So?”
“So...they must have something really cool in there, right?”
“I guess. Or it could just be a bunch of government stuff.”
“Secret government stuff!”
“Or just boring government stuff.”
“It could be guns.”
“Don’t be stupid. They’d keep those in some army place.”
“Well I dunno. It could be anything. Don’t you wanna go look and find out?”
“Well duh! Of course I do. But how do you think we can do that? I thought you said it’s got a big fence and guards and stuff.”
He gave me this big, BIG grin, really pleased with himself.
“I found a way in!”

*     *     *

I put on my smartest black jeans (the ones without the holes in them) and my black AC/DC t-shirt (which did have holes in it), and kept my shoes off, because bare paws are quieter and sneakier.
	Ethan didn’t really have any stealthy clothes. So I let him wear one of my hoodies. None of my jeans fitted his fat arse...and I made sure to point that out...but my dad had a pair of tracksuit bottoms that he used down the gym, and they weren’t too stinky with ball-sweat, and they fitted him okay if he pulled the drawstring tight and rolled up the cuffs. I made him go bare pawed too, even though he complained. I might step on a nail! Wah wah. He could be such a baby sometimes. I pulled his hood up, put my cap on, told him to stay quiet, and we snuck over to the industrial estate.
	The place wasn’t quite as impressive as Ethan seemed to think it was. It just looked like a regular warehouse, with a big boring metal-sided bit with big lorry doors at the front, and a bit of an office type thing on the side. But it did have a tall chain-link fence all around it, and barriers at the front, and a little hut where some fat guard was probably asleep in front of a telly showing the football. We went round the back, where there were a bunch of trees and some grotty bit of ground where a load of rubbish had been dumped, and where there was a big hole in the fence, where it looked like someone had hit it with a car or van or something, knocking one of the posts over at an angle and ripping up the wire mesh.
	“Tada!” he said.
	“Must have taken you ages to find this. How’d you manage it, Sherlock?”
	“Shut up!”
There were a couple of security lights up on the back wall of the warehouse, but I couldn’t see any cameras. I threw a couple of stones over the fence, but the lights didn’t come on. Maybe they were broken? Even so, we needed to be careful, and I was the smart leader, so I had to plan.
“Okay, so we go in slowly. If those lights come on, we’ve gotta run straight back out through here and hide in the trees over there, right?”
“Right!”
“There’s probably a door or something somewhere where we can get in. It’ll probably be locked if there is, though. Or alarmed. Or both. If an alarm goes off...”
“Straight back out here and into the trees.”
“Right.”
“Can we break in maybe?”
“Don’t be dumb. How’d we do that?”
“We could pick the locks.”
“Do you know how to pick locks?”
“No.”
“Don’t say stupid stuff then. We probably won’t get in. But we can find a window or something and peek inside. Might see something.”
“I bet it’s the Ark of the Containment!”
“Coverment! Uh...I mean Covenant. And that’s not real. They just made it up for the film. Now shh! We’ve gotta be sneaky and quiet. You ready?”
“Yeah!”
“Let’s go!”
I let him duck in first. Like I’d be able to stop him, keen as he was. I followed, and we spread out, him left, me right. He started humming the Bond theme.
“Shh! This way,” I whispered.
I led him over to the warehouse wall and we both pressed our backs to it. The lights above us were still off. Good so far. My heart went thumpa thumpa.
“Hey, there’s a door over there,” he said.
“Where? I can’t see.”
He waved me closer. A little further along, hiding behind a bin, was a drop down a few steps and a door set into the wall. Ethan pulled away from the wall and creeped down the steps.
“It’s open,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yeah, look, the lock’s all broken!” He pushed his paw against the door, and it slowly swung inwards.
“Idiot!”
“What?”
I jumped down and grabbed at the sleeve of his hoodie, my hoodie, and wiped at the door with it.
“You’ll leave prints, you fool. They’ll think we broke the lock!”
“Oh. Sorry Adam.”
I rolled my eyes. He probably didn’t see it in the dark. We stood staring into the doorway for a while. It was dark in there too, but I could some light a little way in, probably about twenty feet, lighting up what looked like a narrow breezeblock corridor.
“You first,” I said.
Ethan crept inside. I kept close behind him and really, really struggled to resist the urge to yell “BOO!” and make him wet himself. I knew he probably would if I did. So I didn’t. I’m kind like that.
The corridor turned a corner, and we saw a shorter stretch lit by one of those bulbs in a cage, up on the wall, and underneath was one of those health and safety posters covered in warning labels and a whole library’s worth of words. There was a door at the end, stood open, and beyond that was what looked like the inside of the warehouse, brightly lit and quietly humming. I could see shelving and boxes. Ethan gripped my arm.
“The lights are on. That means people are in there. We should go!”
“Hold on. Let’s just look. We can run if we see anyone.”
“But Adam!”
“Come on.”
Slower than before, we moved towards the door, bare paws moving nice and quiet on the cement flooring.
“Adam, what do you reckon CKC stands for?”
“What are you talking about?”
He pointed at the poster. “Up at the top there. There’s like a logo. It says CKC.”
“Huh. I guess it’s a company or something.”
“Maybe this is their place.”
“Could be.” I stood behind the door frame and slowly leaned over to peer inside. Lots of cardboard boxes on tall metal shelves. I couldn’t see anyone.
“I wonder what they make.”
“Let’s find out. Come on.”
I eased myself through the gap in the doorway, darting my head from side to side. Nobody in sight. I waved for Ethan to follow.
Lots and lots of boxes. They all had labels. I checked again that nobody was around, then went in for a closer peek at the label on the nearest box.

Clever Kitty Creations
Order: 00842291-B023
Customer ID: GG/343
Contents:
X-11		1
X-13		1
X-14		1
B-12		1
B-21		1
B-25		1
B-62		30
B-63		30

	“Huh. Well that’s boring.”
	“Hey, look at this one.”
	Ethan stood over a box about the size of a shoebox, and this one was open, with the tape on the top carefully cut along the seam.
	“Did you open that?”
	“No!” He was lying. He was never good at lying. I narrowed my eyes, and he hid his paws behind his back, paws armed with little stubby claws that were just about sharp enough to cut tape.
	“If you say so. So what’s in there?”
	He smiled, all pleased with himself again, and reached inside. Out tumbled a few polystyrene peanuts. He lifted out a smaller box of glossy cardboard, printed silver with some kind of holographic sheen to it. It looked pretty cool. I could make out some letters shaped from raised up bumps in the cardboard.
	“What’s it say on the top?” I said.
	“It’s, umm.” He shifted the box in the light. “Comp...lie...complica...damn, I can’t read it.”
	I took the box from him. It was pretty light too. “Compliance. Huh. I wonder what it is.”
	“Let’s look inside.”
	I flinched, hearing something. Or maybe I didn’t. Something outside maybe? A bump, like a car door shutting? Or a door opening? Footsteps? “Not here. Let’s take it back to mine and look at it there.”
	“That’s stealing!”
	“Just to borrow! We can bring it back.”
	“I dunno.”
	“Don’t be a wuss.”
	He wrinkled his muzz up into a pout. “Fine! We’ll take this one too then!” He pulled the box I’d been looking at off the shelf and hooked it under his arm. It must have been pretty light, as Ethan could barely do one pushup.
	“Why?”
	“If you get one, I get one too.”
	“Fine, whatever, let’s just-”
	A loud, rattling noise. Like a garage door opening.
	“Shit, run!”

*     *     *

Ethan giggled like a loon all the way back to my place. He didn’t even run out of puff. He kept up with me the entire way, which was a first. He ran out of steam when we got to my room, and he flopped right onto my bed, panting.
Ethan gets really, really sweaty when he’s been doing exercise. Normally that’s kinda funny, when he’s turning himself into a soggy little ocean in PE, but right now he was getting my hoodie all soaked in whelpie stink.
“Get changed,” I said.
“Huh?”
I tugged at his sleeve. “This! Get it off.”
“Oh right. Sorry.”
I slumped into my chair and span in a circle for a bit. I was tired too, but I hid it better. Ethan ran off to my bathroom and returned a few minutes later, wearing his clothes and dumping mine on the floor.
“Wanna look in the boxes?” he said.
“No, I wanna watch My Little Pony.”
“Really?”
“No! That was a joke. You don’t really watch that do you? Nevermind, don’t answer that!” I tossed the Compliance box at him. He fumbled the catch and fell into a sit on my bed, the box ending up in his lap. “Go ahead, open it.”
“What if it’s dangerous?”
“Just open it. You’re the one who wanted to go snooping.”
“Alright alright.”
He set the box down on the bed beside him and felt around the sides for the edges of the lid. The top opened on a hinge, popping apart like there was a magnetic bit in it.
“Whoah,” he said, turning the box so I could see. The inside was padded with foam, and there was a shiny black block in the middle, with smooth curved edges.
“It looks like a phone.”
“What kind of phone’s called Compliance?”
“I dunno. Lemme try.”
I dug my fingers into the foam and pulled the phone out. It felt smooth and light in my paw. There were no seams or plug holes or buttons or anything.
	“Huh. How do you turn it on?”
	“Maybe it’s not a phone? Maybe it’s just, like, a rock or something?”
	“Why would a rock be called Compliance?”
	A quiet bong noise made me jump and I nearly dropped the thing. The front had lit up in blue, a rectangle just like a phone screen. I must have turned it on somehow. A spinning circle appeared, like a video loading, then words appeared: 
Select target?
	Ethan got up and came over to my side, peering down at it with me.
	“What does that mean?”
	That bong noise came again, and the words on the screen changed.
	Indicate desire to select target by stating “yes”, then state when prompted the name of the target whilst mentally picturing the target. You will feel a momentary dizziness or lightheadedness. This is normal. When prompted, make physical contact between the device and the bare skin/fur of the target. This will complete the bonding. For further information, please consult your operator’s manual.
	“Oh shit, can it hear us? Is it reading our minds?” Ethan was starting to panic.
	“Calm down! It’s just one of those talking assistant things. Even your phone does that!”
	I turned the thing over in my paw, then back to the screen. It changed back to the first message.
	Select target?
	“Yes.”
	“Hey, what are you doing? Don’t do that.”
	“I just want to try it out.”
	“We don’t know what it does! Read the manual first!” Ethan started rooting through the box, pulling the foam out.
	State name of target whilst mentally picturing the target. You will feel a momentary dizziness or lightheadedness. This is normal.
	“Ethan Cooper.”
	A feeling hit me, like being in a lift that’s started to rush upwards. I felt dizzy for a second, then it was gone.
	Please touch the device against the bare skin/fur of the target.
	Ethan had pulled out a glossy pamphlet and was struggling to unfold it. I leaned over and pressed the device against the back of his neck. I heard a bong. Ethan flinched away from me.
	Bonding complete.
	The screen went blank.
“What did you do?!”
	“I dunno. It turned itself off again.”
	Ethan was starting to squeak with each breath. He was panicking.
	“You’ve made me a target! What am I a target for? What did you do, Adam, what did you do?” He flailed with the pamphlet, dropping it at my feet. He dropped down and pawed for it, jostling my knee.
	“Just hold still and shut up for a minute and let me think.”
	He stopped moving and went quiet, crouched there. I reached down and picked up the pamphlet.
	“Okay, you can get up now.”
	Ethan stood up straight. I glanced up and nearly had a heart attack. He was staring right at me, totally still, with his eyes wide open like he was panicking.
	“What?! What’s the matter? Stop that, you’re freaking me out!”
	He slumped, then let out a scream and started flapping about. He was making all these random panicky noises. I tried to grab at him. He’d wake the neighbours!
	“What is it? What?! Tell me!”
	I had hold of his shoulders. He just started bawling. “I couldn’t move! I couldn’t even open my mouth! It was like I was paralyzed or something! W-what happened? I’m scared! What did that thing do to me?”
	“I don’t know! Just relax.”
	All the panic left his face, and he slumped against me, making a quiet mewling sound I’d never heard him make. I stumbled for a bit, nearly dropping him, then laid him down on the bed.
	“Okay, that’s really creepy!”
	I grabbed the pamphlet and read, quickly.

Compliance Model 3.0 (single target licence)
From Clever Kitty Creations

Ensure complete obedience from your pet/slave/submissive/minion whilst leaving their mental state unaffected. The Compliance maps your mind to your target’s mind using patented quantum telemetric electron pattern recognition, allowing you complete control over their actions with a simple vocal command.

All commands are interpreted via patented sprocket-lensing reconstruction algorithms to ensure that the intention of your command is conveyed directly mind-to-mind, eradicating any ambiguity in your spoken command.

Please ensure the Compliance device is within 600 metres of both yourself and the target when issuing a command.
Issuing a command while the target is beyond range will cause an error.
Issuing a command that causes yourself or the target to believe that significant harm will occur will cause an error (note: this is based on the subjective emotional response of yourself and the target, and does not constitute a safety protection. Please see your signed legal disclaimer for further information).
Issuing a command that will contradict an existing order will cause the existing order to be overridden.
Issuing a command that requires the target to alter their personality or psychology will result in an error.
Issuing an order that the device cannot resolve and correctly interpret will cause an error.
The device will chime and cause a brief tingling sensation in the back of your head to alert you to any error.

Any unauthorised or illegal activities undertaken with the device are the sole responsibility of the user. Clever Kitty Creations accepts no responsibility for the use or misuse of the device. Disclosure of the existence of the device, the nature of the device, or demonstration of its abilities, to any person or persons not registered as a Gold Grade Customer or Gold Grade Adjunct will result in the activation of the Breach clause of your contract with Clever Kitty Creations and her affiliates.

To deactivate or otherwise alter the bond between yourself and the target, please contact CKC Customer Services Department.

Please play responsibly.

	I read it again. And again. In silence. I didn’t know any swear words that could express what I was thinking. So what I ended up saying was pretty lame.
	“Wow.”
	I looked down at Ethan, who was still just laying there, kinda spaced out. I had to test this.
	“Sit up”. He sat up, paws behind him to prop himself up on the bed. He still looked like he was drugged.
	“Um. Stop relaxing.”
	He came back to normal in an instant. His chin started trembling, and his eyes welled up.
	“Adam...what’s going on? I’m scared!”
	“Shh, it’s okay. Just be quiet.”
	His mouth closed, and he just sat there, silently trembling and staring at me. I sat down in my chair. This was too weird.
	“Lift your right paw.”
	He did. It hovered just above his head.
	“Slap your face.”
	His palm whipped across his muzzle with a loud SMACK noise. He didn’t make a sound, but his eyes shot wide open and tears started trickling down his cheeks. I leapt from my chair and threw my arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight.
	“Oh my god Ethan, sorry! I didn’t know it’d make you hit that hard! You can move again, and talk, whatever! Anything! Switch off!”
	He fell against me and started bawling like a little baby, pressing his head on my shoulder. He didn’t even seem angry with me. He didn’t hit at me or anything. He really was just so scared. I felt really bad. I just gave him a big squeeze and rocked him a bit until he vented it all out. It didn’t take too long. I was always his big brave Adam, there to look out for him and make him feel better, even if it was me who made him feel bad in the first place.
	He lifted his head from the big wet patch on my t-shirt and sniffled wetly, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eye.
	“Adam?” he whispered.
	“Yeah?”
	“C-can you turn it off now?”
	“I can’t. Look.” I handed him the pamphlet. I watched him reading, and I could guess when he hit the bit about having to call the company to turn it off. He let out a little whimper.
	“We’re screwed,” he said.
	I turned around and picked the device back up off the floor, looking at it and flipping it over and over in my paw. A lot of thoughts were going on at once in my head, and I couldn’t really keep track of any one in particular.
	“Yeah,” I said. Then I chuckled. “Well, I mean...you are.”
	“That’s not funny!”
	“Sorry. But..it is a little bit.”
	“Nu-uh!”
	“Well, how about useful then. You know how you always complain when I make you come for runs with me on weekends, and you always stop too early because your legs hurt?”
	He looked at me warily, eyes still all wet and soppy-looking. I grinned, and he just kinda whimpered and slumped.
	“Don’t you dare!”
	“Why not? It’ll be for your benefit. You’ll be able to exercise properly and get all fit and hunky like me.”
	“Please don’t. You can’t use that thing on me. It’s wrong!”
	“Don’t you trust me?”
	That hit him hard, and I knew that because it always did, and that’s why I said it. He would remember all those times I said that before, and how things always went okay when he trusted me.
	“I trust you,” he whispered.
	I smiled. “Okay then. So...wanna have some fun?”
	“W-what kinda fun?”
	“Stand up!”
	He stood up. I sat down in my chair and crossed one leg across the other, steepling my fingers under my chin.
	“Do twenty star jumps.”
	His mouth opened to complain, but in that instant his arms snapped up and he hopped in place, spreading his legs. “Adam, no!” He started jumping, perfectly-executed star jumps, better than he’d ever done in PE.
	“Turns out you can do them. You just needed the motivation. See? I can make you exercise.”
	He whimpered amongst laboured gasping. He must have finished twenty, because he stopped jumping and fell to his knees and doubled forward, arms around his pudgy tummy. “T-that was horrible!”
	“Aww, you’re such a baby.”
	“Am not! It hurt!”
	Oh how wicked my grin must have been. I certainly felt wicked. “Suck your thumb.”
	“Wha...mmph!” His mouth opened for his thumb, pushed against his tongue, the rest of his fingers balled into a fist against his lips. His paw started to bob as his lips closed snug around his thumb and started sucking, making wet slurping noises loud enough for me to hear. He let out a muffled, wordless whine of protest, still kneeling and glaring up at me.
	“Aww, sure you’re not a little baby?”
	“Mmmph!”
	“Alright fine, you can stop.”
	He yanked his thumb out with a wet pop and wiped it on his jeans. He shot a glare up at me, but stayed quiet. I guess he figured that I could just shut him up again if he complained.
	I was liking this...way too much.
	“Wanna give me a paw rub?” I said.
	“No!”
	I grinned. “Give me a paw rub.”
	He reached for my ankle and pulled my foot up onto his thighs. He gripped my foot between his fingers, kneading and squeezing.
	“Whoah,” I said. It felt really good. It was meant to just be a joke. I had no idea. I started to get a hardon, and I fidgeted in my seat to try and hide it, but I looked down and he wasn’t even looking at me. He was looking at my foot! I yanked my foot, but he held on tight.
	“You can stop now.”
	He let go, and I hopped up on my chair to sit my legs underneath me on the seat. I could feel my cheeks heating up. My hardon was hidden in the folds of my jeans, but I still figured he knew it was there. He stayed really quiet, looking down at the carpet and nibbling his lower lip. It was a really strange moment, but I couldn’t really figure out why.
	But! I was embarrassed. That wasn’t fair. I figured that...
	And then I realised. I hadn’t realised earlier because I was stupid. I knew Ethan, and I could read and understand every expression on his face. It didn’t even need figuring out, because he was absolutely hopeless at hiding how he felt and thought. So I knew what his expression right now meant. I’d seen it plenty of times before. How could I have missed it?
	He had a hardon too.
	“Take your clothes off.”
	He stood up. I didn’t ask him to. I guessed the device was smart like that, as he had to stand to strip. He still didn’t look at me while he pulled his t-shirt off and over his head and dropped it aside. Normally, he’d be so shy about showing his body, covering himself up with paws and blushing furiously, pink on blue, while he ran to the showers after PE. Right now, he couldn’t do that, and I got to look at him, my smooth-scaled, pudgy little friend. He started whimpering when his paws reached for his belt, and he breathed out one quiet complaint as it unbuckled beneath his fingers.
	“Adam...stop, please...”
	“Keep going.”
	His jeans dropped to his ankles. He had boxers on. Blue ones, pretty much the same shade as his scales. I figured that must have been deliberate. His paws didn’t stop, even though I knew he wanted to. Down went his boxers.
	“I knew it!”
	He kicked his jeans and boxers off his ankles, then he must have been free of the command, as his paws instantly shot to his boy bits, covering himself up. But I had seen it! He was hard alright, about four inches long maybe, shorter than mine, but pink like mine.
	“Put your paws at your sides.”
	“Adam...”
	“Shut up!”
	His paws rested on his hips. He started to cry again. Part of me felt really bad. But another part of me...I didn’t really know. I looked at him, stood there naked, shaking with shame, and sporting a stiffy.
	“You’re enjoying this!”
	He clenched his eyes shut, doing nothing to stop the tears from dribbling down his cheeks.
	“You can talk.”
	“I c-can’t help it!”
	He opened his eyes and looked at me with so much fear. Oh god, this was bad.
	“Calm down! I’m not gonna beat you up!”
	His expression softened. I realised it must be like what happened before. He was calming down because I said so. I wasn’t sure I liked that. It seemed kinda fake.
	“Are you...gay?”
	“No! I dunno! Please let me go.”
	“I don’t mind if you are. I kinda guessed you might be, you know.”
	He just whined.
	Time ticked by in awkward silence. I looked at him, and he looked at his feet. Or maybe at his cock? Maybe trying to will it to go soft and stop making him so embarrassed.
	I had a wild thought to touch it. No!
	“Ethan,”
	“Yeah?” he whispered.
	“Go open that other box and see what’s inside it.”
	He scampered over to the box with uncommon speed, pulling it off the bed and sliding it over to the middle of the room. He knelt down in front of it, legs parted so his little cock bobbed about in mid-air, looking really undignified.
	“C-can I put some clothes on?”
	“No. Here, does this help?”
	I stripped my own t-shirt off, but left my jeans on of course. I liked my body. It was slim and starting to get some muscles, and my fur was really silky. He glanced up at me, widened his eyes slightly, then quickly looked back at the box. Did he like my body too?
	“Do you...nevermind,” I said. Some questions are a bit too weird!
	He cut the tape on the box with his claw in one smooth sweep, then opened up the top. The inside was filled with polystyrene peanuts. He dug his paws in and fished around, spilling them everywhere.
	“Careful!”
	He slowed down and gingerly pulled out a box, silver like the Compliance box, and about the same size.
	“Read the lid.”
	He tilted the box and agonised for a few seconds. “Remote collar.”
	“Hmm. Put it there. Next one?”
	He dived and rummaged. A large transparent plastic cylindrical container with a clip top, filled nearly to the top with cream-coloured powder. There was a label, thickly covered with writing.
	“Is that powdered milk?”
	He peered at the label. “Yeah, it says milk.”
	“Okay, next.”
	A baby bottle. An ordinary-looking clear plastic baby bottle with a pink lid and teat, and with measurement markings down the side. A small booklet was attached to the lid by a length of string, on which was written ‘B-25’.
	He nibbled his lip, staring at it. “A b-baby bottle,” he said.
	“I can see that.” This was getting weird. Well, weirder. I hardly dared say it, but we were this far in, so we might as well. “Next.”
	He hauled out two large packages, taking up most of the bulk of the box. They were sealed inside blue plastic, but there were clear windows, and I could tell right away what they were. From the way he suddenly fidgeted and looked away I could tell he could too.
	“Tell me what they are,” I said.
	“T-they’re nappies. This one says ‘B-62’, and this one says ‘B-63’, and both say ‘30 pack’ on the side.”
	“Next. Actually, just tip the box out.”
	A baby’s dummy in packaging, but the label said ‘adult size’ and ‘B-21’.
	Another silver box, this time labelled ‘Remote cuffs’.
	And a weird thing.
	“What is it?” I said.
	“It’s a buttplug.”
	“How do you know that?”
	He started to look panicky. His lip quivered so much that his attempt to reply came out as a stammered mess. “I j-just h-heard about them one time.”
	“Right.” I gave him a look, and he cringed away to look at the carpet again.
“C-can I put some clothes on now, please?”
“No. Stop asking. Tidy all this up and put everything on my desk. I’m gonna go make a sandwich.” 
	I needed some time away to think, and the kitchen was a good place. I got to work smushing bread and ham together, not really thinking about what I was doing. I mean, holy crap, I had all this stuff in my room now, and it was like adult stuff, like when they have fluffy handcuffs and do whips and things. Seriously? Was that what the warehouse was all about? But this was real science fiction stuff. We had a mind-control device! And who knew what the other stuff could do!
	I got the sandwiches onto a plate and grabbed a coke from the fridge on my way past. Back up in my room, Ethan was sat on the edge of my bed, his thighs pressed together and his paws gripping the mattress. His hardon hadn’t gone anywhere. He glanced at me once, then looked at the floor.
	The things from the box were stacked on my desk, and all the packing mess was back in the box.
	“Good boy,” I said. He sniffed. I sat myself back down and started on my sandwich. With one paw free, I opened up the collar box. Inside, a shiny metal ring sat snug in foam just like in the Compliance box. I popped open my coke and lifted out the ring as I slurped. It was a collar, I figured, but it looked more like jewelry. It was just like someone took a silver ring from a finger and made it bigger. I could just about make out a seam on opposite sides of the ring, and either side of one seam were two small ovals of black glass.
	Underneath the collar was another pamphlet. I had a read.

Remote Collar 5.0
From Clever Kitty Creations

One of our most popular items, and a personal favourite of Musuko Massiel, the Clever Kitty himself, the Remote Collar provides the ultimate in sophisticated and stylish control for your submissive.

Utilising molecular cohesion alteration technology, the Remote Collar is able to function as a restraint device in almost any conceivable situation. Simply position any metallic object (such as the end of a chain, or a restraint clip) within 4 centimetres of the collar and touch one of the touchpads on the front of the collar (see fig 1). The item will then “lock” into position in relation to the collar, unable to be moved closer or further from the collar, but free to rotate and move transversely in relation to it. To release, simply press and hold one of the touchpads for three seconds, until you hear a beep, and then remove the object from range before releasing.

To fit the collar, press and hold both touchpads for three seconds, until you hear a beep, at which point you will be able to open the collar. To lock, simply close the ends together.

Note: biometric monitoring is engaged once the collar is locked and prevents the identified wearer from accessing the touchpads. This restriction applies even if the wearer engaged the lock. To obtain an override for this feature, please contact CKC Customer Services Department.

Why not compliment your collar with the Remote Cuffs 5.0 for the complete restraint experience?

Please play responsibly.

I pulled open the other box. Sure enough, there were four smaller rings in that one. I skimmed the pamphlet that came with them. They worked just the same.
“Put these on,” I said, sliding both boxes over to Ethan. He got up right away and picked the collar up first. I ate my sandwich and watched while he pressed the touchpads in just the right way. It beeped, and then popped open at the seam between the touchpads, hinging at the other seam, allowing Ethan to lift it up and close it shut around his neck. He whined and sniffled all the way along, but didn’t say anything.
“Huh. How did you know how to do that? You didn’t read the instructions.”
“I don’t know! I’m not doing any of this.”
I opened up the Compliance pamphlet again and reread. “Maps your mind to your target’s mind using patented quantum teleme...okay, it’s magic.”
Ethan was halfway through cuffing his wrists and ankles. I couldn’t resist having a play. I unbuckled my belt and yanked it out from my jeans. The buckle was metal. Perfect.
“Hold still.” He froze. I stood up and held the buckle close to his neck, then carefully touched both touchpads and waited. It beeped. Well, here goes. I let go of the belt. It flopped down over his chest...and didn’t fall. The buckle stayed hovering in thin air just next to the collar, with the rest of the belt hanging beneath.
“Wow. That really is magic,” I said. “Okay, you can move again. Finish putting the cuffs on.” I took hold of the other end of the belt and sat back down. I had myself a leashed whelpie!
He finished with the cuffs, and I finished with my sandwich, leaving the crusts on the plate. I grinned at Ethan.
“Hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“Here you go.” I put the plate down on the floor.
Ethan looked about to cry. “Why are you being so mean?”
I honestly thought about that before replying. Was I being mean? Ethan always needed me to push him along. He could never manage on his own. He needed me to tell him what to do. That’s why he came to me about the warehouse. He could have gone by himself, but instead he told me and let me lead him. No, I wasn’t being mean. I was just doing what I always did. The only difference was now it was easier.
	“Eat everything on that plate.”
	He dropped down onto all fours and dipped his head to nibble at the crusts. I couldn’t help but giggle. He looked so silly with his chubby butt and stubby little tail up in the air. He was still hard. I couldn’t believe it. He really must have been gay...and weird. That didn’t bother me really. Did that mean he fancied me? He did kinda go funny when I took my shirt off. Shouldn’t I get freaked out by that? I mean, that’s what you do isn’t it, when you find out your friend has been looking at you like that?
	It was odd; I couldn’t make myself feel freaked out about it. Ethan’s always pretty much worshipped me. It wasn’t really any different if he did it in...well...that way, was it?
	He stopped eating. The plate was empty. He could lift his head again, and he looked up at me. He seemed oddly expectant. He had been complaining and crying over everything I’d been doing, but he hadn’t got angry or really upset or really tried to fight me.
	Something hit me. He’d never called for help. The neighbours were right next door, and the walls were thin enough to make their television our radio entertainment. He could have yelled at any time and made this stop. Did he just not want to get us into trouble? Or...
	I wound the belt around my paw, reeling his collar towards me. He shuffled forwards and raised up on his knees without any resistance. I hadn’t given him an order. This was all him. His muzzle pulled up into my lap, and I let the belt go slack. He rested his head on my thigh, his nose so close up into the crotch of my jeans. He kept his eyes fixed on mine.
	My head kinda got all foggy and messed up. I wouldn’t have done it if I was thinking clearly.
	“Undo my zip,” I whispered.
	He snaked a paw up under his muzzle and nudged his fingers at my bulge before they found the tab. He slid the zip down, and the opening parted, exposing my boxers. No complaints. Not a peep. My heart was really going. This was so intense. I was gonna make him do it. No, wait...something better.
	“Now...do what you want.”
	His eyes flickered up to me. He frowned in uncertainty, but his body was moving without me, following the order and ignoring his hesitation and fear to directly obey what his desires were. His fingers probed into my jeans and unbuttoned the opening in my boxers. I gasped and shivered. His fingertips grazed my cock. I gripped the arms of my chair. It was gonna happen...
	He eased my cock out through the gap. It sprang up and nearly swatted him on the nose. I was a little bigger than him, and yeah I was hard. Of course I was. He looked at it, a small squeak strangling in his throat, and then he leaned forward across the tiny distance and opened his mouth, and the head of my cock disappeared into it.
	“Oh fuck!” I gasped. How could anything feel that good? I gripped the chair tighter and clenched my eyes shut. It was so hot and wet and squeezing and...it was getting further down my cock! The whole thing! My whole cock was in his mouth! And it felt so good. I was getting my first blowjob. From Ethan. From my best friend. From...a guy!
	“Oh Ethan, that feels really good!” I bit my lip. I wanted to say ‘keep going’, but that’d be an order. He wasn’t doing this because I told him to. He was doing this because I told him to do what he wanted. This meant this was what he wanted. No way could he say I forced him! This was all on him!
	My cock made the funniest slurping noises as he started to bob his head up and down. I’d pawed off before, lots of times. This was a lot like that, but also nothing like it. I almost couldn’t stand it! It just felt so...much. I started feeling sweaty, getting hot and prickly all over. Each time he moved his head upwards it felt like he was sucking, and that made the head of my cock feel really tingly and hot, and I could feel his tongue pressing at the underside of it, and I opened my eyes to look down at him and he was already looking right back up, watching me while he did that, and he sucked harder and squeezed his lips and pulled right up to the head and oh god oh god...
	I bucked in my chair and let out a mixed up gasping cry that I stifled with my wrist. My cock felt like it was going to burst, and I felt that pumping feeling when you’re shooting your cum. Except it wasn’t going into my paw or into my towel. It was going straight into Ethan’s mouth, right onto his tongue even! And when I looked down, through the foggy, dizzy feeling that made it hard to focus, I saw him still watching me, and his mouth hadn’t come off me, and I felt the little shift of his tongue as he swallowed.
	I flopped back down into the chair, panting, feeling more tired than I did when we ran back from the warehouse. I felt sweaty all over. My cock was still in his mouth.
	“Y-you can let go now. Let go.”
	He slid his mouth off my cock, which smacked wetly against my tummy. I rubbed at my eyes, feeling groggy. When I looked back at him, he was still looking at me. He seemed...pleased? Contented? For once, I couldn’t read his expression. This was a new one.
	“You wanted to suck my cock.” I said. Not a question.
	His expression changed slightly. I knew this one. Sheepish. He nodded.
	“I guess you are gay then.”
	Another small nod. Maybe words were too big for him right now. Maybe they spoke the truth too loudly for him to cope with yet.
	“Guess I am too now.”
	He smiled, and then the giggles burst forth. He couldn’t hold them in, and then a second later neither could I. We both laughed like idiots, and for a moment we were back as we’d always been.
	“I should go shower,” I said. I started to stand up, but his paw pressed against my thigh. He shook his head. I raised an eyebrow and sat back down. He knelt up higher and leant in towards my tummy and started to lick at my tummy fur, where my shrinking cock had left a wet patch of saliva. I tensed up for a moment, feeling weird again. But to hell with feeling weird. It felt nice. And there was no point in being all embarrassed now! I leaned back in the chair and put my arms behind my head.
	“You’re gonna lick me all over?”
	“Mmm-hmm.”
	“Alright then,” I said, closing my eyes, wondering how his tongue was gonna feel on my armpits, and on my nipples. I was gonna find out!

*     *     *

I’d always never really liked my bed. It was this big old cast-iron thing my grandma used to have and my mum just kinda donated down to me when I complained I was getting too old for my race car bed. I didn’t have much of a choice; it was this or nothing. I really liked the bed now, though. Ethan’s wrists cuffed nicely to the bedposts with those weird magnet cuffs. He was way too short for his ankles to reach the other posts, so I made do with something that turned out to be just as good; I ordered him to stretch his legs out and lie still.
	I lay next to him, my head resting on his arm, my paw resting on his tummy and giving him an occasional scritch while I read through the instructions for the rest of the stuff from the box. We had already figured out one of them; the dummy, currently filling his mouth. The instructions for it were simple, but there were loads of warnings and side-effects listed. As far as I could understand it, the rubber let out some kind of chemical when you sucked on it, and it was really addictive, which made you keep sucking on it and kept the chemical coming out. The more you sucked, the more you got addicted, and the longer it took for it to wear off after you stopped. I was gonna let him suck on it for a while though, because I really liked the idea of him wanting to suck something when I took the dummy out!
	He looked so relaxed. It was kinda cute. I hadn’t even ordered him to be. This was all him.
	I stroked myself a bit through my jeans. No point in hiding it now. He was still naked, still hard. Every now and then he’d rock his hips up a bit and try to bump against my paw, but I just moved it further up his tummy whenever he did.
	“This is interesting,” I said, reading the instructions for the baby bottle. “This has the same effect as the dummy. Once you’re sucking it, you really wanna keep doing it, which makes you drink all of whatever’s in it. Cool, huh?”
	He let out a muffled whine through the rhythmic slurping of his suckling. He nodded his head.
	“That means I could make you drink anything. Anything at all.”
	He looked at me with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. His chin glistened with drool. He’d been sucking that thing for half an hour now.
	“I could make you drink my pee.”
	“Mmmph!”
	Not that I needed the bottle for that, of course. The Compliance thing would do that. But still, the bottle looked fun. It seemed more...humiliating. I had a decent hardon going under my jeans. It was nice to stroke it without having to hide. Kinda nice feeling too knowing Ethan was right there, knowing I was doing it. Especially when he couldn’t do the same.
	“I think I’ll make you drink this, though,” I said, picking up the container of powder. “It’s called Molestation Milk.”
	“Mmph?”
	“It says here that it makes your muscles all relaxed and weak, and it makes any...” I peered at the tiny writing. It should have been printed bigger. “It makes any sexual stimulation feel uncomfortable and painful, and removes all pleasure from it.”
	“Mmmph!”
	I rolled onto my side, facing him, prodding his side with my hardon tent. I nuzzled my nose against his cheek. “Basically, it turns you into a little baby cub.”
	He fretted a little against the cuffs, and his legs wriggled but stayed pinned by the invisible restraint of my order holding his ankles to the bed. He begged me with his eyes and shook his head. But he was also begging me with his hardon. I was really liking this.
	“Gonna make you drink it,” I said. “Lots of it. Then...”
	I hesitated. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to do it. I mean, it was kinda icky. But I did see some pictures before. And I read some stories. They were, well...kinda interesting, even if they were guys doing guys. And Ethan wasn’t exactly a guy. He was pretty girly. A girly guy. He was curvy like one anyway. And it’s not like I had a girlfriend I could do it with. And Ethan pretty much wanted me to do it to him. And besides...he couldn’t stop me doing it. I really bad, bad word danced on my lips. Bad bad bad. And I couldn’t resist saying it. I cuddled in close, put my lips to his ear, and whispered.
	“Then I’m gonna rape ya.”
	He squealed loudly into the dummy and writhed around for a bit. I hooked my arm around his waist and held him against me. He met my eyes with his again. His tears welled. The dummy bobbed wetly.
	“Pleath ownt!”
	“Shh now. Babies don’t talk.”
	Just a whine in response. I kissed his cheek. I didn’t even realise I was doing it until right afterwards. He stopped struggling and let out a soft crooning noise. I completely caught fire with embarrassment. I expected him to giggle and look at me all teasy, making me feel like the girly one. But instead he tilted his head towards me and rubbed the side of his muzzle against mine. I felt all tense and confused. So weird!
	But fuck it...not like the rest of today had been normal! I kissed his cheek again, longer this time. I liked how his scales felt, all smooth and warm. I gave his soft waist a squeeze against my tummy.
	“Ready to be a little baby then?” I said.
	He nodded. Slowly. Hesitant. I knew the look he was giving me, though; he was nervous, but he trusted me. I always felt big when he did that look, but this time I felt gigantic. All puffed up with pride, and with my cock still tenting my jeans in a kind of goofy way, I unwrapped from him and stood up, fetching the bottle and the container of powder, and went down to the kitchen to mix it up with water.
	When I got back, he had his eyes closed, and he was sucking the dummy faster. He really was getting into that thing. I pressed the touchpads for his wrist cuffs and lifted his arms away from the bedposts.
	“You can move your legs. Sit up.”
	He pulled himself upright. The drool that had been collecting at the base of his neck dribbled down his chest. I climbed onto the bed and sat on the pillow, sitting slightly side-on.
	“Lay back.”
	He settled against my side, the back of his head resting on my chest. He shuffled downwards slightly, then turned himself until his arm slotted down along my side and his muzzle rested in my chest fur, getting it wet with drool. His knees touched my leg, and he tickled my ankle with his toe claws. His upper paw didn’t seem to know what to do. It rested on my tummy for a moment, then moved downwards and hovered over my crotch, then back up to my tummy, then back to my crotch, hesitating...”
	“Just put it there, geez. You can touch it.”
	His paw lowered onto my hardon and squeezed it through the fabric. I suppressed a gasp into my muzzle. He rested his paw there, only moving his thumb, lightly rubbing at the tip. Felt really good. Even better than it felt when I pawed myself off. Not as good as his mouth though.
	I hooked my thumb into the ring on his dummy and pulled. He whined and reisted, sucking to pull it back in. I pulled harder. The fat bulb slid out. It really was huge. How he managed to fit it all in his mouth was a wonder. He started to whimper and reach his lips for it, but I lined up the bottle and plunged the teat into his mouth. He started sucking instantly and settled down, resting his head still and closing his eyes. He kept up a steady, quiet whimper though, broken up by each gulp as he swallowed, because he knew exactly what the milk was gonna do to him.
	Just under quarter of the bottle was empty when he suddenly lifted his paw away from my cock, putting it on his own hip. I couldn’t feel him poking my side any more, and when I looked I saw his own cock had gone limp. He kept suckling, looking nice and relaxed. When half the milk had gone I performed a little experiment; I reached over and touched my finger to his cock. He squealed and recoiled, his mouth parting from the teat and making milk splash down his muzzle before he regained it and resumed drinking. Wow. It really worked well.
	The whole bottle gone and he was a pile of snuggly cuteness curled up against me. He sucked noisily on the empty bottle, and I had to fight to pull it free and replace the fat bulb of the dummy’s teat back into his seeking maw. I took hold of his paw.
	“Push against me.”
	I felt a feeble press against my palm and nothing more. I could overpower him without even trying.
	“Okay stop.”
	I rolled him off me and stood up, beelining for my desk and the hidden treasure in its drawer. I had a bottle of paw moisturising cream. It lived in the drawer. The drawer of the desk where I had my computer and the internet. Yeah, it was obvious what the cream was for. I carried it back to the bed. It was going to be used for something else.
	I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. No shame. My hardon sprang free. Ethan glanced once, then whined into the dummy and looked away. He scooted across to the other side of the bed and hugged the wall. This really was going to be fun. The little devil on my shoulder was dancing with glee, and the angel must have gone on holiday.
	I squirted some cream out onto my paw and rubbed them together, then gripped my cock and slathered the cream all over it. I had to fight so hard not to start pawing away. Instincts are hard to fight!
	He yelped at the feel of the mattress shifting beneath him as I climbed onto the bed. I gripped his hip and effortlessly rolled him onto his back, then pushed him back against the wall and rolled him again, leaving him face down in the middle of the bed.
	“Nooooo,” he cried, muffled by the dummy. I swung my knee over him and knelt astride his chunky butt.
	It was a nice butt. He could be on porn sites with that butt. At least the ones I could look at. I could only look at the free ones, or the previews on the pay ones. I never dared steal my parents’ card. Too risky!
	I leaned forward and caught my weight on my paws on the bed either side of his shoulders. I nosed at the back of his neck.
	“Gonna rape you, little baby.”
	“Mmmph!”
	“Want me to do it?”
	He shook his head. I figured he wanted to shake it violently, but he barely moved. It must have taken such an effort to move. He wheezed noisily through his nose.
	“Gonna rape you really hard. Gonna hurt. You’re gonna hate it. Aren’t you.”
	A timid little nod.
	I slid my knees back and leant forward. I felt the bump of his butt cheek against my cock head. I adjusted, positioning it right in the middle, on the crease of his butt. He let out an urgently upset gurgle and started to wriggle about. But all I had to do was move a paw to his shoulderblades and press down and he was pinned. I shifted up and down a bit, feeling where I was. I looked down and tried to see where my cock was, where his hole was. I didn’t care how icky it all was. I really wanted it. He was crying and whimpering into the dummy, and I felt so bad about how good that made me feel, but I wanted it.
	“G-gonna rape ya...” I found the spot and pressed forward. For a second it felt uncomfortable, like ramming my cock against a wall, then the pressure disappeared and I felt a ring of squeezing warmth slide up my shaft, feeling almost like his mouth had, but so much tighter. Oh my god it felt good. All in one fast shunt, my cock poured into his chubby butt. I was in heaven...but he screamed so loud into the dummy that my ears hurt. He flailed his little paws in weak bumps against my arm, and he blubbed and sobbed with tears and drool and snot all over his scrunched up, miserable face. I wanted to hug him, and I wanted to smack his muzzle. God I must have been messed up in the head! I lay down on top of him, kinda pinning him in place, sliding my paws up and down his sides and feeling where his smooth scales curved out over his squishy chub. I panted at the back of his neck, and then I had to do it, I had to start moving.
	I dug my knees into the bed and pulled myself upwards. I couldn’t get the angle quite right at first, and I panicked and thought I was gonna pop free, so I pushed back down again and felt him shudder underneath me. Up I went again, better this time, more controlled. I pushed my paws under his tummy and hugged my arms around him. Slam, back down, up and down, up and down. I squeezed him tight and tried to shush away his wailing sobs, gently kissing the back of his neck, but he seemed to be in a frenzy of pain and misery and god knows what else. I barely cared. The feeling took over. My cock felt wonderful inside him. I got noisy. I moaned into his neck. The bed creaked and rocked underneath as I pushed harder and harder.
	I felt the building, squeezing pressure feeling coming, much slower and longer than normal. I was gonna cum. It was swelling up. It’d never felt this strong! I got faster and faster, and the slow growing pressure made me cry out, my voice cracking and squealing. It felt like the end was never going to arrive, like it was just going to keep feeling stronger and stronger til I passed out.
	“Oh fuck, Ethan...fuck fuck fuck!”
	I gripped him tight, pressing my claws into his tummy. I licked clumsily at his neck, then sank my teeth into the flesh and gripped hard, muffling my embarrassing moan into his scales. My cock throbbed and started to pump, and my rhythmic pushing went all chaotic and loose as the sensations exploded over me and turned me into a total quivering mess of pleasure. I got sweaty in an instant, like every bit of my body had overheated at once. The feeling kept going for so long, and I really did feel like I was going to pass out. It took forever to finally fade, leaving me slumped and panting, probably crushing poor Ethan under my limp body, and he barely had the strength to move himself, let alone push me off.
	I rolled to the side after five minutes, or an hour, or thirty seconds, I had no damn idea. My cock flopped wetly against my thigh, and I just about managed to lift my head to look at it, kinda curious, kinda worried. But it was okay. It looked clean. Just the cream, and my cum, and a kinda musky smell that really wasn’t bad at all. I flopped my head back on the pillow and turned my head to be face to face with him. I’d never seen him so upset. I lifted a paw to touch his shoulder, but he flinched away from me.
	“You okay?” I said.
	He let out the most pitifully anguished squeal, then wriggled towards me and lifted his head up over my arm. He practically wrapped himself around me, clinging to my side, his paw up on my shoulder, his nose in against my neck. His shoulders shook, and he gulped down big breaths and turned them into heaving sobs. I lay my arm around him, feeling kinda guilty, but also puzzled. I’d just been the one that made him upset, but then he comes to me for comfort to make him feel better?
	I shifted slightly so I half faced him and pushed my lower arm underneath him, lifting him up enough so I could wrap my arms completely around him and cuddle him tight. I held his head against my neck and made soothing shushing noises. I didn’t tell him to calm down, as that’d be an order. It would be so fake. I wanted to do it the real way.
	Slowly, ever so slowly, he relaxed, sobs becoming near silent sniffles. His eyes closed, and his breathing settled. The dummy bobbed gently in his sucking maw, and I stroked his back for a while, until the growing sleepy feeling in me became too strong, and I closed my eyes.

*     *     *

I woke up feeling thirsty. It was light outside, and my clock said it was just gone six. I was all tangled up with Ethan. I was naked, he was nearly naked, just wearing that collar and those cuffs. He was still suckling on the dummy, but very slowly now, maybe one slurping suction noise every thirty seconds or so. The room was hot and summery, and I felt sticky and sweaty. He moved a little when I untangled myself and sat up, but he didn’t wake up. I snuck in a little inspection of him, enjoying a quiet lack of distraction to really look at his body.
	He was sweaty too, but on him it was a shiny sheen on his scales. I had an odd feeling of wanting to lick it off. I rubbed at my tummy. No morning wood. I wondered if what I did to him made it not happen. I also didn’t feel like I needed to pee, so there was that too.
	I slipped out to the bathroom and wiped my face with a towel. Then, after some deliberation, my armpits and cock too. I dumped the towel in the wash basket and went naked to the kitchen, feeling loose and free. I went all domestic for a bit and made us both some pop tarts and poured a two glasses of orange juice. I carried the pop tarts in my mouth...he wouldn’t mind surely...and the glasses in my paws, and went back upstairs.
	He was sprawled on his back, still fast asleep. I put everything on the desk and thought I’d try something.
	“Wake up.”
	His eyes snapped open and he sat up. The dummy slipped half out of his mouth before he sucked it back in. He looked at me with bleary, unfocused eyes. I figured he must have had his strength back, because he rubbed at them without any difficulty.
	“Morning, little cub,” I said.
	He made a pouty, huffy noise into the dummy.”
	“Breakfast. Take the dummy out and put it over there.”
	He made the cutest whine of distress as his paw moved against his wishes and tugged it out. He tried to follow it with his mouth to suck it back in, but his paw pushed it out of reach onto the bedside table. He reached for it again.
	“Leave it! Come eat breakfast.”
	I sat in my chair and nibbled on my pop tart. I placed his pop tart on the floor between my feet. He looked at me, his expression the sole territory of sleepy pouting, and slid off the bed and waddled to my feet on his paws and knees. He lowered his head to eat the pop tart straight from the carpet, his butt and tail up in the air again, giving me a lovely view while I ate my breakfast and drank my juice.
	I offered him his glass when he’d finished eating, and he shook his head.
	“I need to pee first,” he whispered. He sounded pretty normal, if a bit subdued. Could he not manage to speak loudly, I wondered? Had I humbled him too much?
	“Yeah? Well, how about we try these?”
	I pulled the two packages of nappies off the desk. I hadn’t looked at them properly before.
	“Enforced incontinence...model A and model B.” I read on. My eyes widened. I grinned. I grinned wider. “Ooooh.”
	“W-what?”
	“This one,” I said, tapping package A, “makes you unable to hold in your pee. This one...well, the same, but for the other thing.”
	He stared at me, eyes wide and suddenly focussed now. He shuffled his knees closer together. “I don’t wanna,” he said, far too quickly.
	“Tough. You’re gonna.” I tossed the package at him. “Take one out and put it on.”
	He whimpered in protest as his claws did their work on the plastic, cutting open the package and exposing the soft white padding underneath. He started to pull one out.
	“Wait, stop a second.” I grinned. The devil was dancing again. I picked up the butt plug and held it out to him. “Put this in first,” I whispered.
	“Nooo, Adam, please!” But his paw had already taken it.
	“Turn around so I can watch.”
	He shuffled around until his butt was up and facing me. His pink little hole looked kinda cute between his chubby blue cheeks. His arm snaked up between his legs, and his little paw had hold of that huge plug, lining it up with the pucker.
	“Let me put some cream on it, please!”
	“Put it in!”
	“Please Adam!”
	I didn’t reply. With a cry, he pushed it against his pucker. It popped around the tip, just as it had with my cock, and stretched wider, and wider, way wider than my cock had. I watched, fascinated, as it kept going and going. He pressed his muzzle down into the carpet and cried like a baby. His paw kept pushing, and deeper it went. I didn’t think his hole could get that wide.
	“Oh, so that’s what that meant!” I said, mostly to myself. I looked at the label that came with the plug, properly understanding it now. The ElastoButtPlug. Never worry about whether you’ll fit it in. You always will. By Clever Kitty Creations.
	The base of the plug yanked free from his paw, sucked in by his butt. I let out a giggle. His pucker was hidden now by the wide, black base of the plug. I felt tingly. It looked so naughty.
	“Put the nappy on.”
	He took hold of the nappy and laid it out flat, the soft cottony innards facing upwards. He crawled around until he faced me, kneeling over the nappy, then settled his rump into it. He seemed to know what he was doing, taping it up around his waist, carefully threading his tail through the elastic-lined tail hole. I wondered how he knew to do it, because I certainly didn’t. Then it made sense. Duh. He had a baby brother after all.
	“Stand up. Let me see it.”
	I motioned him to do a little twirl. If he looked chubby before, he really did now. His butt was swollen out by the thick padding, and it crinkled when he moved. He pouted in humiliation. And then I heard it. A quiet hissing noise.
	“Are you peeing?”
	“I can’t help it!”
	I laughed. “Of course you can’t! That’s the nappy doing it. Or maybe you really are a little baby.”
	“Am not!”
	The padding started to look an awful lot thicker. I lifted my foot and prodded the sole of my foot against his crotch. It felt heavy and warm. Soaked with whelpie pee. I laughed again.
	“You look like one!”
	He whined indignantly.
	“I don’t wanna wear this!”
	“Tough. Now go put your clothes on.”
	“W-why?” He waddled off towards his clothes, his legs stepping wide to accommodate the padding between them. He gasped with each step. That’d be the plug. I rubbed at my cock. There was my morning wood, belated.
	“Because we’re gonna go out and see a film.”
	“No! Not like this!” He had his legs in his jeans, pulling them up his legs.
	“Oh yes, like that! Wait, wear my hoodie. It suits you. You can have it. Wear it all the time even.”
	He didn’t complain about that. That hoodie stunk of me. And I figured that was why he seemed happy to have it wrapped around his pudgy body, the soft fabric against his bare skin, my musk in his nose with every breath. He kinda hugged his arms around me, standing there.
	“See? You can barely see the nappy.” I lied. It was a pretty noticeable bulge, even under the baggy jeans.
I slouched back into my seat and rubbed idly at my hardon. I couldn’t help smiling, eyes on him.
“Who’s my little baby Ethan?”
He whined.
“Are you my little baby Ethan?”
A timid little nod. And he actually smiled, just a little bit.
“Good boy.” My voice dripped with praise, and he smiled a little wider, that contented, happy feeling overwhelming his embarrassment. I know that must be how he was feeling, because I was feeling it too, and it was all over my own face. I could feel it.
“Adam?”
“Yeah?”
His eyes wandered to my crotch, and he licked his lips. Oh yeah, the sucking addiction. I smiled. I took my paw away and put them both behind my head.
“Go ahead.”
He dropped down to his knees. I readied myself to feel good.
“We’re gonna have a lot of fun today, baby, aren’t we?
He nodded, and then his lips went to work.
Oh yeah. This is what it must have felt to be a king.

*     *     *

In a dimly lit warehouse, a hungover rhino was rubbing at his eyes and yawning, wishing he had been able to feed himself some breakfast and coffee before the night guard had dragged him out here with a panicky telephone call at stupid-o-clock in the morning. This wasn’t his job. He was the stock manager. He shouldn’t have to be here.
	But here he was. And in front of him was a rack of shelves. The night guard fretted at his side, a nervous little ferret who really shouldn’t be charged with guarding this place at night, all on his own.
	“What should we do?” the little guy said.
	Two boxes missing. Two customers who would get their toys a little late. And a whole heap of shit hitting the fan if those boxes had made their way outside the warehouse.
	“We fucking report it, is what we do, and hope this mess gets sorted out! Go call up head office and tell them everything.”
	“Oh shit. Head office. Oh shit oh shit. Do you think someone stole them?”
	“Could be. But don’t worry. If someone did, we’ll find them. And they’re gonna have me to answer to!”