“I almost didn’t believe it when you told me, but there he is!” Zeru said to my mate with a chirp of laughter before turning to look down at me. “Aren’t you cute like that?” It was sometimes hard for anthros to tell when he was enjoying himself since his rigid beak wasn’t able to twist into a smile like the muzzles of most furs, but I could always tell when his inky black eyes sparkled with mischievous glee.

Earlier that morning, my boyfriend, Dominic, had shown me the text after he had sent it:

Sergio wants to be cuckolded. I thought you might be “interested” in helping out with that. How do you feel about being a bull?

Apparently the blue jay’s response had been an enthusiastic one, because he and my boyfriend had messaged back and forth endlessly for the rest of the day. They kept the rest of their messages a secret from me. All the while shame and humiliation washed over me in waves. 

When our friend, Zeru, arrived that afternoon, and saw how Dom had me prepared for the occasion, it was as exhilarating as it was embarrassing. My sheath throbbed painfully, but the steel bars of the cage locked securely in place around it with the help of miniature brass padlock stifled my erection before it had a chance to make itself known. I teetered on the knife’s edge between arousal and anxiety.

He had seen me.

It was getting too late to back out now.

I was on my knees on the bedroom floor wearing a fuschia collar that was just tight enough to make me feel like I was almost choking whenever I swallowed. I had matching cuffs around my wrists and ankles. My paws were each attached to the collar with a short length of slender chain that forced me into a begging position, while a spreader bar separated my foot-paws. It was uncomfortable, but my partner had only just bound me a few minutes before the bird came over, so I hadn’t yet gotten all sore and stiff. He had me positioned so that I could see myself in the standing mirror on the opposite wall near our bed and be aware of exactly how I would appear to Zeru. 

I stared at my reflection when I had heard the rap at the door. There I was: A 23-year-old lion with a close-cropped sandstone pelt and a full, tawny mane. I have several thin braids woven into my mane at random places with numerous verdant green streaks dyed into it, as well as the tip of the tuft on the end of my tail, to accent my frosted peridot eyes. My ears are short, round, and usually perky; my nose and paw pads are a muddy brown. My chin, throat, and underbelly have a paler, creamier color to them. I’m not particularly tall or short and have a pretty average build (maybe just a tad on the soft or pudgy side since, while I don't indulge in unhealthy habits often, I also don't enjoy working out nearly as much as my mate does). I’ve been told I have a nice, hefty pair of testicles but- as is unfortunately true to many of my other feline friends- my undersized sheath is accentuated by this fact. My penis is a fleshy peach color with a crown of barbed ridges. It only reaches about four-and-a-half inches when fully erect, which is minute compared to Dominic’s thick, knotted maleness. This was a rare sight for anyone to see, however, since my boyfriend kept me locked in chastity more often than not.

It would be embarrassing enough to be seen tied up naked with my already petite cock locked into a useless nub, even though Zeru had seen my penis before. We had pawed off together more than a few times when we lived together as roommates before I moved in with my partner. He could be sassy and teasing, but was generally sex-positive. The truly humiliating aspect of the day’s event came from the fact that I was not actually naked. I was instead wearing nothing but a plush, bubblegum-pink diaper. It crinkled loudly between my thighs with each slight movement I made.

When Dom, my Dalmatian mate, first learned of my diaper and humiliation fetishes he was excited to entertain them. He was a naturally gentle, caring, and committed partner, but flipped some internal switch and became an aggressive top when it comes to matters of sex, especially if that sex that involved kink. After I told him the specifics of what really got me horny, he regularly made me go to work or take a trip to the store while thickly padded, change in public restroom stalls, and the like. He has even played the role of my strict “Daddy” more times than I could count.

Even though we had what would loosely be defined as an open relationship, I was still somewhat apprehensive to bring up a budding fetish of mine. I wanted to be a cuck- wanted to be forced to watch Dominic rail another anthro while they both belittled me. Even now my stomach flutters at the thought. Doing so was going to forever change the nature of our relationship. Humiliation and degradation are intense desires of mine that truly make me squirm. And Dom loved hitting those buttons. Repeatedly.

When I mustered up the courage to open up to him about my growing need, he was immediately willing to engage and try it out. After finding my exact limits (he liked to lay a toe on those lines) he swiftly went about setting things up all on his own. He only told me that today was the day a few minutes before my best friend came knocking at the door so he could get me ready. I wasn’t completely in the dark, I suppose. I could see my boyfriend tapping away on his phone all morning. I figured there was something more than a normal kink scene incoming when he had me suddenly lay down to fold a fluffy diaper up over my chastity cage and then tied me up.

Zeru hadn’t known about my forced infantilism side until today, and I hadn’t expected him to find out mixed with the cuckolding. The extra humiliation from being unprepared for the exposure sent an invigorating rush through me.

“You look adorable,” Zeru cooed in a mocking tone as he strode over to when I was seated. He ruffled my mane playfully, as if I were a toddler. The movement caused the wing attached to the underside of his arm to sweep out, showing off his handsome white and azure plumage. He tugged at an errant braid. “Might have to do something about this mane, though. Looks a bit too mature for you. Maybe when your boyfriend is done pumping a load or two into me we can shave it off. Then everyone else can see what a cute kitten you are.”

I whimpered in response. I couldn’t say much. My muzzle was tied shut with a length of pink cloth wrapped around it.

“Since I couldn’t find a sitter on such short notice, I didn’t think you would mind the cub hanging out and watching,” Dom said, following him into the bedroom. “Make sure you keep your eyes open. I don’t want you to miss a second of this,” he added in my direction. He had a gruff voice that always caused my reluctance to melt away. He then looked pointedly back to our friend without waiting for a response and nodded toward our bed. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”

Zeru sauntered over to the bed, his talons click-clacking against the hardwood floor. He started undressing. Like most avians, he didn’t wear a traditional shirt since the sleeves wouldn’t accommodate his wings. He instead always wore some sort of shawl or poncho. Today it was a slate gray wrap that complemented the shade of his beak and talons, and left his arms bare. It was spooled around his waist, coiling steadily higher until it was beneath his wings then up over his shoulder and around his neck like a scarf before tucking into itself. He undid it to the point it was loose enough to fall away on its own, and let it drop to the floor. He was taller than me, but shorter than Dominic. His build was always difficult to determine exactly beneath his feathers, but seemed similar to mine; maybe he was a bit more slender. He was wearing short cargo pants that cinched just above where his feathers gave way to the scaly skin of his talons around his knees. He hastily shucked those as well, along with any underwear he had on beneath and stood starkly naked.

He was an attractive bird with sharp features. His feathers had a mix of brilliant blue hues and snowy white, with a few black accents thrown in, in particular along his mask, crest, and wings. His resplendent tail feathers, no longer constricted to be threaded through a hole on his pants, spread out behind him as he settled onto the mattress. He splayed his legs as he sat facing me and let out an amused tweet. Knowing he was enjoying my embarrassing predicament sent further shivers through me. Much like the various dragons and reptiles I had been with, his testicles were internal. Right now, all I could see was the thin slit of his cloaca, but I knew that as soon as he was horny enough his glossy onyx length would entreat out of its cavity. Fully erect, Zeru’s tapered shaft was around seven inches long. It ended in a narrow point, but widened significantly the closer to his body it was. It was a nice cock, and I remembered how good it felt against my paw pads during the few mutual masturbation sessions we had where we stroked each other as well as ourselves.

Dom started undressing next. He quickly eschewed his tank top and red athletic shorts, leaving him standing in only the jockstrap that he preferred most. It was a shade of purple that matched his eyes and hugged his ample sac and plump sheath tightly enough that you could see every outline of them through the taut fabric. He had gone for a run that morning and his sweat had soaked into it just strongly enough that my sensitive nose could still barely detect the masculine musk and pheromones on it from where I sat a few feet away from him. It made me tingle and I felt blood flow to my trapped penis. 

My boyfriend was a couple of years older than me with a sinewy, athletic body. He had a balanced approach to his gym routine, so he didn’t have the massive physique of a body-builder. Instead, his muscles were defined well enough that one can barely discern their contours through his short, coarse monochrome fur. Combined with his tall stature, this gave him a wiry, intimidating appearance. His erotic choice of underwear drew my eye down past his abs and to the V of his groin where his genitials just barefly fit into the overstuffed garment. He had expressive violet eyes, which were one of the only two splashes of color on his body. The other was his marbled-crimson cock, which would soon extend over eight inches from its sheath, fully hard, with a fist sized knot at the base. His spots ranged from a light dusting of speckles to large smudges erratically all over his coat.

His tail curved up behind his back and wagged excitedly as he licked his muzzle and stared lewdly at our friend’s nude form, licking his chops. His floppy ears: one completely white, the other all in black, folded back with aggressive sexual energy as he approached Zeru. I could see the tip of his erection starting to press against the stretch-cotton of his jock at the top of his sheath- see the small wet patch of pre spreading there. That dog could pre a river. Cum a fountain too. He used to do it inside of me, but now I could only fidget as I watched him prepare to hilt his hardness into my best friend while they both laughed at my chaste, little cock and puffy diapers.

Dominic sat down next to the blue jay and pressed a firm paw against his chest, guiding him back until he was supporting himself on his elbows with his wings to make a cushion beneath him. My canine mate brought his muzzle close to Zeru’s beak and started to kiss him. Zeru opened his mouth and let his tongue meet Dom’s, where they intertwined and savored the taste of each other. The Dalmatian ground his crotch against the bird’s hip and thigh as they made out. It wasn’t the romantic kiss of lovers like we shared, but rather one of raw passion and sexual tension. It was the sort of kiss that promised an imminent, vigorous, and forceful fucking.

As their tongues danced together I saw Zeru’s cloaca begin to part. His jet length began to smoothly slide free, moist with pre and want. It extended and stiffened, curving slightly upward like a horn, until he was at full mast. He spurted milky pre between them. It landed in runny droplets on the down feathers of his belly.

My boyfriend broke off their kiss to glance over his shoulder at me. I was squirming with humiliation. My cage felt tight with my unfulfilled need.

“Managing to keep that diaper dry, runt?” He taunted with a cruel smile.

I whined in response. My face burned like the surface of the sun. My muscles were tense. I couldn’t look away. I wanted this. I had asked for this. As arousing as it was, I couldn’t help but feel I might regret opening the door to becoming a true cuck. Would this be my life? Watching my mate fuck a parade of my friends in front of me?

Why did the thought make me leak so much?

Dominic lifted his hips enough to shimmy his last article of clothing off, and then sat down on the mattress once again, tail still thumping away against the blankets. He bent down and picked up the used underwear, and spun them casually around on one finger before flicking them toward me. He had great aim. The jockstrap landed directly on my snout: its sweaty, pre-damp pouch right over my nose, leaving me to inhale his heady scent and grow even more frustrated and aroused. I hadn’t had an orgasm in two weeks, and hadn't enjoyed one in over a month. My mate had been ruining the rare few that he gave me to keep me pent up and yearning for a release. The lightest caress of my sheath would likely turn me into a mewling slave in his paws at that point. He knew that this was a huge step for me upon hearing my admission that I wanted to be cucked, and made every effort to make me horny enough to get over my anxiety and enjoy it.

“Now don’t let that fall, or else you won’t enjoy the punishment,” he threatened.

Dom placed a paw on Zeru’s inner thigh and trailed a finger up toward his length, making the bird trill with delight. He wrapped his fist and the slick member and gave it a couple of quick strokes. The blue jay shivered at the sensation and rolled his head back.

“His dick is so much bigger and better than your worthless cocklet.”

“No reason to ever unlock Serge again then, huh? I remember how tiny he is. Just like a little cub. Perfect for those diapers he wears. And I bet those cages you keep him in will make him shrink even more. Next time we should shove a toy in him and put him in a bouncer while he watches.”

Next time!?

Zeru moved his own hand over to my boyfriend’s junk and grabbed his swollen sheath. He only had to massage it a bit for all but the heavy knot on its base to slide free like a smoldering obelisk. It was thick and veiny. I wanted it inside of me so badly, but along with my chastity, my partner had only allowed plugs in my tailhole. At most he let me suck his cock and drink down his dog spunk, but nothing that could give me real, physical pleasure. He was adept at making me cum from anal alone and didn’t want to take the risk of me getting off without permission, so while he had climaxed many times in recent days, it had been a long time for him since he had an ass squeezing down around his erection. He seemed more than eager to rectify that.

I watched the pair spend several minutes intermittently making out and languidly stroking each other's shafts. They didn’t go more than 30 seconds without making a jab my way. Telling me how much fun it was going to be to fuck while I watched, poking fun at my diminutive length or my diaper, or even letting me know how often they planned on keeping me their chaste, padded cuck for an indefinite amount of time. When Zeru asked to take photos of me to spread around to our other friends with an offer to let them come over and enjoy the dog’s meat as well, Dominic was merely coy while raising a teasing and noncommittal eyebrow in my direction.

The blue jay rubbed my mate’s sheath some more, slowly working Dom’s fat knot free of its furry confines. My partner’s body stiffened as his sheath stretched around the girthy bulb, then relaxed his form and groaned with satisfaction upon it popping out under the diligent work of the avian’s fingers. I whimpered again upon seeing his full size. Like all canines, it was massive. His copious pre came in bursts, sometimes jetting several inches up into the air before cascading down his shaft. This gave it a perpetually slippery appearance, and the extra lubrication helped him hilt that monster maleness into me many times. It glistened in the light, highlighting every enticing shade of pink and scarlet blotted along it.

I inhaled deeply again, getting a good whiff of the sweat- and pre-soaked into the jock on my nose.

“Hey, cub-cock-” Dominic waggled his pinky teasingly at me- “why don’t you get our friend prepared for me to fuck him? Use your tongue to make him nice and loose,” my boyfriend ordered me. “If you do a good job, maybe I will unlock you and let you play with that dinky dicklet of yours for a few minutes when we’re finished.”

“We could measure it and let him hump a pillow through his diaper for a minute for each inch that he has,” Zero added playfully as he stood and knelt next over the edge of the bed. He fanned out his tail feathers and presented his cleft to me. “It’ll be fun to film. If he manages to cum, good for him. If he doesn’t we can post the video online.”

I trembled, but somewhere deep down I wanted the exposure and humiliation. I hoped they followed through.

“It’ll be a pretty short video if we do it that way. Hurry up, cuck. I haven’t got all day and I want to fuck someone who doesn’t belong in diapers.”

I shuffled forward on my knees. It was no easy feat with a spreader bar attached to a pair of cuffs between my ankles and thick padding pressing my thighs apart. When I was most of the way to the bed I jolted too fast and staggered forward. I managed to catch myself before I fell on my face, but the underwear on my nose slipped off. The musky garment tumbled to the floor. I heard my Dalmatian master tsk before it had even landed.

“Looks like it is another month of chastity for you. You’re going to shrink so much you’re not even going to be able to even find your sheath under your fur by the time I let you out. Now get your tongue in his hole and if he doesn’t tell me it’s good enough later then you’ll be in those diapers 24/7 during that time too!” He was still using the authoritative timbre that he knew made me bend to his whims.

Dom loosened the cloth tying my muzzle shut enough that I could stick out my tongue. I gulped anxiously. I had only rarely ever rimmed anyone, and certainly not Zeru. Our previous encounters had ended with nothing more than fondling between us. As I poked out my tongue I couldn’t help but feel like I was crossing a boundary that I could never retreat over again. I was forever cementing myself as an emasculated cuck. I must’ve hesitated for all of a second, but sensing my apprehension, my mate gave me the nudge I needed. He placed his paw adamantly on the back of my head and shoved my face forward into the avian’s presented ass. My tongue found the break in his feathers and tasted the flesh beneath. I ran the tip of my tongue in a circle around his entrance, dampening his ring with my saliva. The blue jay chirped and wiggled his hips back, pressing his rump into my face and filling my vision with nothing but his feathers. 

I prodded at his split and began working my tongue inside of him. His heat clamped down around the intrusion and he uttered a throaty moan. I withdrew and lapped at his aperture some more, occasionally sliding my tongue in deep again. I felt him loosen just a bit more with each repetition. I knew I would never be able to look my friend in the eye again without us both silently acknowledging that I now knew the taste of his tailhole. Eventually Dominic was confident I would continue and removed his paw from the base of my skull and continued to stroke himself while he watched with a smirk for several long minutes. With his free paw he reached over and tugged at Zeru’s tailfeathers. He had a habit of playing with his sub’s tails when he was enjoying himself.

“That’s enough, little guy,” he said after I had lost track of how long I had been working. “I think he’s ready.” My mate put a foot-paw against my chest and forced me back only my padded rump to become only a spectator once more, with a glittering strand of saliva trailed between my tongue and his shiny hole.

The blue jay climbed back up onto the bed, but remained on his knees. He hoisted his rump into the air and pressed the side of his face against the mattress so that he was facing me. His wings bent forward around his head, causing his feathers to spread into an alluring display. Zeru wiggled his ass toward my boyfriend.

The Dalmatian clambered behind him, his heavy cock bobbing in front of him and dribbling pre, filling the air with his intoxicating aroma. He slathered his palm with a few pumps of lube from the bottle we kept on the nightstand and greased it over his throbbing length. He stared me in the eye as he oiled up his shaft, making me blush again and fight the urge to look away. Dom was on one knee with his other foot-paw planted firmly on the mattress beside Zeru to give him power and leverage. The strong muscles of his haunches made my locked sheath twitch, wishing I was the one who was about to be penetrated. 

He placed one paw on our friend’s hip and used the other to angle his crown to line up with the bird’s stretched tailhole. With his back proudly straight he pressed his spade-shaped tip against the supple ring of flesh. It gave and opened beneath the force, and he slipped the first several inches in with a single, slow push. The dappled canid paused to enjoy the sensation and let his tongue loll out the side of his mouth as he panted. He drove in all of the way to the start of his knot in a smooth, practiced motion, making Zeru groan loudly with contentment.

“You like seeing your lover bury his bone inside of me, kitty?” The avian taunted between gasps. “I’ll be waddling worse than you when you're wearing your padding after he gets done with me. I’m already enjoying this so much that I think I’ll see if I can make it a weekly thing to come over and put you in your place. I wonder how snug that cage is feeling about now. Unfortunately for you, it’s pretty obvious that your insignificant prick belongs locked up and in diapers rather than getting any use.”

Dominic pulled back until only the very tip of his rod remained within my friend and then forced himself forward again, quicker than before. They were angled slightly away from me and I could see the spots on his fur stretch taut across his back and brawny shoulders. I also could see the bliss that having a tight hole gripping his cock brought him while sweat beaded on his brow and back. He panted heavily as he concentrated on thrusting in a steady, powerful rhythm, slowly picking up speed. I knew that before long I would see him piston in and out, slamming himself into Zeru until the bird was able to abide his impressive knot.

I whimpered, horny and embarrassed over how much I enjoyed the erotic display. As I watched with rapt attention, it struck me that I badly needed to pee. My boyfriend had ordered me to neck three large glasses of water back-to-back before he put a diaper on me, and those drinks were working their way through me. The position that my bondage had me sat in wasn’t doing my bladder any favors either. My ears dropped to either side while my tail lashed with the growing discomfort.

“He’s nice and snug,” the dog informed me. “Too bad that puny dick of yours is locked up for the next while...but maybe if you’re good I’ll let you clean up the mess when I finish.”

His humping started to intensify and loose the stable cadence he had built toward. I squirmed and shifted and realized I was trying to rub my entrapped length against my diaper. Regrettably, the chastity made any pleasure I found too fleeting to even get me close to getting off. My partner’s tail wagged to and fro while he pounded Zeru. The avian occasionally turned his eye to me with an impish wink, but he soon became too lost in the pleasure of getting fucked to continue to make fun of my diaper or compact penis. 

Dom started to hammer in and out of Zeru with a wild abandon. He rolled his neck and flipped back his ears. I heard him snarl, a deep and ferocious sound, a tell that I was all-too-familiar with and could almost feel the intense absence of my partner’s cock as he enjoyed someone else. His body went tense as his knot pressed against the ring of abused flesh before it. My friend gasped while his hole stretched to accommodate the bulb at the base of Dom’s shaft. He thrust harder, forcing the bird’s entrance fight to swallow the collosal knot. They both shuddered in tandem as it finally breached his entrance. The blue jay’s eyes went from wide to closed as he sighed a coo of gratification.

My spotted mate gyrated his hips against the avian’s ass and jerked a couple of more times before the ecstasy of orgasm overtook him. He spasmed, breathing suddenly rough and ragged, as he deposited a hot load of canid spunk beneath our friend’s tail. I watched Dominic’s lower body flex in time with each jet of cum he splattered into the bird, filling him with warm, sticky seed. He tended to curl his toes as he came, something I had never seen from that new angle. My boyfriend slumped down on top of Zeru’s back and reached beneath him to grasp the swollen hardness between the bird’s thighs. A drizzle of pre spilled over his knuckles.

“Now that’s a proper sized cock,” he huffed, licking the side of the blue jay’s face with joyous affection. “Unlike the kitten’s over there. He’s basically just got a bump on his crotch.” His voice was a husky rasp, and his movements were lazy yet fluid.

“Like a baby carrot,” the bird agreed.

Their chests heaved in unison and I knew that I’d have to see them tied together for at least the next 20 minutes or so until Dom’s knot deflated enough to pull out of Zeru and clean himself off. I watched his sac, still high, tight, and twitching as he steadily drained more canine semen into my best friend while unleashing a series of intermittent, feral grunts.

Dominic flashed a wicked smile at me while they were tied and both made several more degrading comments about watching me fidget and hump my diaper over the following half an hour. During that time the ache in my bladder slowly escalated, building toward desperation. I practically bounced in place. Finally, my boyfriend’s knot softened enough to be tugged out of Zeru’s hole, trailing an oozing flow of cooling cum with it. Some of it gushed out around the shaft as the remainder of his length loosely slid free, and dripped onto the sheets beneath them. I whined, knowing that I’d be sleeping on that damp splotch where I watched my partner plow another male later that evening. It would be a reminder through the night that I was a real cuck now. Zeru stood on shaky legs and approached me, his onyx shaft still rigid and glistening. It visibly quivered with desire.

“I see you trying to get off in your padding, cuck,” he said snidely. He lifted a talon from the floor and placed it over my groin, closing it around my bulging diaper. I trembled at the sensation. It made the plastic backing rustle loudly. He massaged my cage through the diaper with his dextrous foot for a moment. It was as enjoyable as it was frustrating. My ears were surely tinted as pink as my padding. The pressure did my already-needy bladder no favors and I writhed even more from the need to piss. His sharp eyes must have seen it plainly on my face.

“Tell you what, kitten cock? If you soak your diaper right now I’ll convince your boyfriend to let you enjoy an orgasm,” he offered. I could hear the smirk in his voice as he leered down at me.

My shoulders sagged. It was only through the domineering prompting from my partner that I managed to gather the resolve to let Zeru see me in nothing but a diaper. I had crossed into a lot of new territory that day already. I was still riding the strange wave of emotions from watching my lover tie our friend while I sat humiliated on the sidelines.

“The clock is ticking on that offer, cuck,” Zeru pressed, rubbing my locked sheath more aggressively through the diaper. I glanced to Dom, who gave an aloof smile and arched a brow. His spent length had half-retreated into his sheath, and what remained visible hung heavy and limp over his thigh, leaking a healthy dribble of ejaculate into his fur. The scent of sex still hung cloying in the room, driving me mad with need. 

...and I did still urgently have to piss.

I squinted my eyes tightly shut. I focused on relaxing my bladder and letting my urge to pee take its natural course. It was difficult to relieve myself like that- while being watched so intently. After a couple of seconds I felt the first familiar trickle leak from the tip of my sheath. The warm moisture rapidly wicked into my padding. The trickle became a stream, and then the stream a full spray soon after. Within seconds I couldn’t stop myself if I had wanted to. There was an audible hiss of my flow splashing against the lining of my diaper, making it swell and squish beneath the bird’s talon. My bladder wasn’t fully emptied until the diaper was thoroughly sodden and damp. I felt some urine seep out and stain my fur darker by the ruffled leg hole from flooding it too quickly.

“Good job,” he told me, scritching behind my ear. He further loosened the wrap around my muzzle and, despite not being able to fully open my mouth, I worked my jaw. It was embarrassing to have Zeru treat me this way. He still smelled of sex with my partner even above the fresh whiff of piss wafting from me. “Now open up. I promised you’d get to enjoy an orgasm...mine.”

He didn’t stop rubbing my crotch with his talon, squeezing the lukewarm moisture around my restricted sheath and teasing me about my denial. It was a constant reminder that I was chaste for the foreseeable future as I parted my lips.

Zeru wasted no time in shoving his turgid erection into my mouth. The strip of cloth preventing me from fully opening my jaw meant that he had to force himself past my lips, and that the heat of my mouth would be tightly closed around him. I was able to open just wide enough that the base of his wide shaft barely fit. My snout was nuzzling into his musky feathers. He tasted of salt as he erupted spurts of pre across my tongue and down into my throat. I could also taste the remnants of my boyfriend’s nut, which had dripped down the bottom of his shaft while they were locked together. He was clearly still horny and on edge from being taken so roughly and thoroughly by Dom that he began bucking madly almost immediately. His hips pistoned forward and back, and I instinctively used my tongue to toy with his girthy maleness. While he fucked my muzzle, my mate reached for his phone and snapped a few pictures, eventually turning the screen toward us to show his work.

A photo of me in a soggy, leaking diaper with an eager mouthful of dripping avian cock was displayed prominently on the screen.

“New phone background?” Dominic asked.

“Definitely. I have a few sites I can post it on too,” the blue jay replied distantly. His speech was randomly broken by blissful chirps. 

He soon reached his limit and grabbed the sides of my head with both hands. His wings blocked my vision of the rest of the room while he frantically thrust his shaft deep into my throat and back out again. He soon shuddered and splattered several thick ropes of seed into my muzzle and I struggled to swallow it all, especially given the tight collar I wore. Even with my best efforts, some of it ran down over my chin and I unthinkingly whisked it back up with my tongue.

“Who is our tiny-dicked diaper cuck?” He inquired, pulling out of my mouth and milking the last vestiges of cum from his shaft. He wiped his penis tip clean on my cheek, matting my fur with his essence.

“I am,” I answered shyly.

“Say it.”

“I’m your tiny-dicked diaper cuck, Sir” I said, flustered, in its entirety. I was unsure exactly why I added the ‘Sir’ to the end, but it felt natural.

“...And?”

I wracked my brain, wondering what more he wanted me to say to debase myself.

“And I deserve to have my small pee-pee caged up while you get fucked by my boyfriend.”

“Good kitty,” he murmured, settling back onto the mattress.

Dom came over and undid my bindings. I stretched the stiffness from my muscles and joints. Meanwhile, my heart was still going a mile a minute and my meager hardness warred against the unyielding bars containing it.

“Put on some pants on over that soggy diaper and go pick us up something for dinner. Feel free to take your time- we might go for another round while you’re gone.”