As fast as he entered, Blackjack moves away again briefly before climbing onto the bed over me. One hand reaches down and fondles my balls, and the other caresses my face and ears.
"Now you're definitely clean, sweetie." He whispers to me, smiling and chuckling a little while looking down at me.
He quickly leans in and kisses me right on the mouth. I return his kiss, and he proceeds to make out with me heartily for a few seconds. He massages my balls delicately and pushes his tongue into my mouth. I lay under him, tired and horny, and he passionately kisses and fondles me.
Finally relaxing, I grip his fingers in my paw and hold his hand. He slowly slides back off of me, kissing me below my belly button again and sending me into an unexpected fit of giggles. I'm surprised at my own eagerness, and my ears droop bashfully.
A shuffle of fabric and plastic at my side returns my senses to the now aired-out diaper that Blackjack has just grabbed. I let go of his hand as he pulls away. He stands back up and holds the diaper by its back wings, letting it unfold with a rapturous crinkling. My cheeks continue to flush redder and redder as he puts the diaper between my legs. He puts an arm under my legs and lifts my butt, guiding my tail to the side and out of the way. He moves the diaper up under me, and I gulp with anticipation as he lowers me onto it, expecting another jolt of pain from my still rawly spanked butt.
Instead, I'm met with an almost weightless feeling as the thick cushion of the diaper holds my butt a few centimeters off the bed. I hiccup with surprise. The lack of pressure on my butt alleviates most of the pain, and I catch myself subconsciously sinking into the diaper appreciatively.
Blackjack looms above me, almost marvelling at the receding stress from my body. I don't think either of us thought we'd be feeling this comfortable and intimate when we woke up this morning, but suddenly we are looking into each others' eyes with a sort of affection I don't think either of us has felt before. Blackjack grabs the tube next and squeezes out a heap of cream onto the tip of a finger. He whispers caringly, "You've already proved yourself to be a pretty messy boy, so let's take every precaution to keep you from getting a rash."
I take a deep breath and mewl back, "okay…"
He thoroughly applies the cream over my sheath and balls and the crease of my thighs. Then he liberally coats my crack and my reddened cheeks. Finally, he jellies up his finger and presses it into my hole slowly. I wriggle a little, and he swirls his finger around to finish getting every crack and crevice.
He wipes off his hands one finger at a time and then goes for the powder. He gives me a heavy dashing all over my front and then on my butt and finally into the seat of my diaper. Puffs of the powder smoke into the air, filling it with a sweet, cool scent. Blackjack lets the powder settle on my stomach for a moment before softly patting it into my fur all over. As he pats, I can't help but tremble at the maximal embarrassment and comfort I'm feeling. Everything is so soft and refreshing, and I finally feel deeply clean. He ends off by giving my belly one final, good rub, leaving me writhing with bliss.
"Almost done, baby." He whispers sweetly, and I cover my eyes as I grow more and more bashful at his cooing.
I feel the almost excessively soft and yet thick front of the diaper swaddle around my waist and crotch. The cool of the powder mixes with the warmth of my own body heat, creating an unexpectedly relaxing temperature. The sides pull up and stretch around me before I hear a distinct tear of plastic tape. Four notes of pressure at equal points quickly push into my lower belly, sealing me in snugly. And lastly my butt is lifted again and another tape is pulled over my tail.
I belatedly move my hands out of my face and sit up a little to inspect. As expected, my crotch is fully covered and - admittedly - pretty well protected behind the pure white bulge of plastic. I reach down and paw at the front, feeling a muted pressure on my dick. My crotch feels a lot more crowded, and my legs hardly push closed at all as I wiggle further. My cage grows especially tight all the sudden as my current situation sets in.
Blackjack, having cleaned up the changing supplies during my examination, bounds back onto the bed next to me and hugs me dearly. He rubs his face against mine, and I find myself lustfully returning his affections with my own kisses on his face. I feel so comfy and protected in his embrace that my chagrin has to trounce away. I don't have the energy or will to protest anymore, and I welcome his nuzzling and entwining of himself into me. He wraps and kneads his hands and arms and legs around me, and we basically return to the making out we were doing before I fell asleep and caused this mess in the first place.
After a moment, though, Blackjack breaks from our embrace and whispers, "How does it feel?"
I think for a second, feeling almost too bashful to admit anything, but I slowly whisper back, "...good- I guess- it is comfy… I almost feel dumb, after all that protesting…"
He firmly places a paw on the front of my diaper, and I feel even more pressure against my cage. I grunt, expectedly unable to get hard and half wishing he'd continue - even if I know it will only get me worked up. He spreads his legs a little to accommodate his hands on my diaper, and I glance down to see a wet spot on his briefs. It's definitely pre, but a devilishly embarrassing idea still crosses my mind. I grin a little, having no idea how to ask, but I still try to choke out, "You, uh- you wouldn't mind… putting one on too, would you?"
For the first time in this conversation, he blushes. A little grin forms on his face and then quickly turns to thoughtfulness. With his one paw still pressing into my diaper, he wraps his other around my head and puts his forehead against mine. He answers softly, "Of course I can. Feeling lonely already, sweetie?"
I huff at his compromising affection, and I whisper in return, "Don't want to hog all the- protection…"
He presses his lips to my forehead and pulls me into a cradle. I let him scoop me into his lap, and he carefully slides me across the bed and deposits my head on one of the pillows. He pushes the pillow back a little to give me a good view of the room. Then he shuffles off the bed.
He gathers all but one of the remaining diapers and sets them on his dresser before pulling back out the changing supplies and returning to the foot of the bed. He grabs the last diaper and opens it, bending it slightly at its creases, then sets it down on the bed facing me. Next, Blackjack takes the sides of his pre-dribbled white briefs in his paws and turns away from me. He pulls the briefs down, bending over as he does so and giving me a perfect view of his cute butt. He steps out of the undies and tosses them to the hamper, then turns back to me. His dick is clearly straining with a bit of pink poking out of the end of his cage and a few drops of pre slowly oozing out of the hole.
He prowls back onto the bed and over the open diaper. He whips himself around onto his butt, sitting right on the cushioning padding beneath him. His penis still appears to be pushing vainly in its confines, and I smile a little at the soft look of his inner thighs. He grabs the powder and gives himself a healthy sprinkling on his front and rubs it into his thighs. I gulp, staring at him. He looks back at me and winks before he pushes his butt into the air. Another stir of horniness and longing builds in me as he puffs more powder onto his cute butt and sits back down with a comfortable exhale.
As with myself, Blackjack easily pulls the diaper between his thighs with one hand and puts down the tapes like he's shooting targets with the other. The lackadaisical smell of the powder has filled the room completely at this point, and I feel a comfort between my legs like I've never felt before, despite the throbbing attempted hard-on. Blackjack turns and shuffles back toward me, getting his newly diapered butt in my face. His diaper sags a little due to the still untaped tail tape.
"Mind getting the back one?" He asks, wagging his butt at me. I shuffle myself into sitting position and reach out to tape him. I get his puffy little tail through the hole and then yank the tape over it tightly, hoping I've gotten tight enough to keep the puffball from slipping. I look all the way from his mechanical toes up his body. Obviously the adorable, thick, white mass in my face makes me giggle, and I move further to his back. The little servos and wires on his shoulders make me wince a little, reminding me of how sore I've been and making me hope he hasn't been having my same problems. And finally I get to his head. His big ears hang forward, slumped down innocently.
He's so vulnerable, and, even in my lethargic state, it occurs to me that he's definitely letting his guard down completely now. And a feeling I've almost never felt surfaces in me. I don't need to take anything from him. I don't need to use him or make him do anything. I like him. A massive grin grows on my face, I want to make him feel good. I want to hug him.
Without warning, just as I let go of his tail, I lurch forward and use the last of my energy to drape myself over him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as tight as I can manage.
Blackjack lets out a small gasp of surprise, but I quickly feel any tension in him melt away. He puts a hand up over my own on his chest and uses his other to stabilize himself. He moves his head so my face slides up alongside his, and he rubs into me with a passion that seems to be growing by the second.
He sits down, and in doing so pushes me back into the bed. My dick presses hard against my diaper and his butt for a second, and the pressure grows almost unbearable for a split second before he slips around in my tired grasp. He pulls us both onto our sides, fully wrapped together with arms and legs entwined. I don't have the energy to continue, so I let him press our chests and diapers together. Crinkles fill the silence and powder fills the air, mixing with our soft squeaks and moans and the building scent of desperate lust.
He kisses me and moves in to make out again. I accept his tongue into my mouth, and he pushes it around passionately. He puts a hand on my butt, pressing the front of my diaper into his own. My dick continues to try and fail to expand, and we both moan at the restricted pleasure of our caged dicks seemingly having no more room for continued horniness. Despite the frustrating pressure, neither of us seem to want this to stop. He holds me lovingly and firmly, and our longing for climax grows and grows as we devolve into a puddle of rubbing, cuddling, and kissing anywhere our parts happen to be.
After a few minutes, even though we clearly still aren't satisfied, I feel exhausted and ache all over. My movements slow, and Blackjack's energy takes over as he pools and pulls me together in his arms like pudy. As he seems to realize that I'm too tired to continue this ordeal, he finally holds us both in a long, tender kiss that feels much more innocent and familiar rather than his earlier exploration of my mouth.
We lag in this moment together, just enjoying each other. I feel almost lightheaded. His arms rub up and down my body until his hands finally find themselves on either side of my face, keeping my lips steadily against his.