Lease to Own
By Seraph LeSabre

He was late.

Tenga’s joints were starting to grow a bit sore. The rabbit had been trying to relax a bit while holding the position his master had assigned for him, but every time his keen ears heard a car slow down near the house, he immediately tensed back up anyways. He rested with his knees and elbows rested on the bed, wrists bound and leashed to the bedpost. He rested forward with his bottom lifted.

He wore a soft white diaper with pink trim around the tapes and edges, which sagged forward just a bit from when Tenga had need to… relieve himself. The wet padding on the inside rubbed up against him with every small shift of his hips, nudging at his chastity-caged sheath and sensitive balls. The sheath cage was nothing new for the bunny - he’d had it locked on for several months now, with no indication of when it would come off. It occasionally entered Tenga’s mind that the Agency has conveniently misplaced the paperwork for his enforced chastity, and just shrugged it off and ignored the oversight. The diaper was also a familiar feeling for the poor bunny, who found that his need for the unconventional undergarment limited demand for him.

The Agency handled the entire rental process. A client could come to their offices in person to browse their selection of wares - from strong, defiant bulls to meek, docile bunnies - directly, sizing (and often feeling) a prospective rental property up. The more popular option was their new, state-of-the-art online ordering system, which allowed clients to place their orders in an anonymous form and await delivery. These were the ones that Tenga always dreaded - the thin veneer of anonymity encouraged the more… deviant requests. And when dealing with an Agency that deals with clandestine sex slave rentals, the “deviant requests” could get quite creative.

Tenga was driven to his Master’s house in a black van, and hurriedly escorted inside. He already had his “uniform” for the night on, which crinkled loudly with his every step. By then he was already feeling the pressure on his bladder, as he’d been given a cold, refreshing Dr. Pepper on the drive over to ensure his Master would find his new pet in a satisfactory state on his arrival. The rabbit was led into a bedroom, where he was tied to the bed properly, had his rental parameters read off to him, then left alone to await the arrival of his temporary owner.

A million thoughts raced through Tenga’s mind as the front door to the house opened, but none of them really bear going into - character development was for the lease-to-own pets. Footsteps crept closer to the bedroom where the bunny waited with his rear raised, his diaper rubbing against his sensitive bits as he tried to swallow his nerves. When the bedroom door finally opened, and his new owner stepped in, Tenga found him wetting his diaper a little less voluntarily this time.

A paw rested on Tenga’s back, pressing into his plush-soft fur. Soft pads, no clumsy claws, definitely a feline of some sort. A heavy paw though, so nothing Tenga would want to mess with. The paw slid down over the rabbit’s soft diapered rear, then around the front to grope at the front. The feline was rewarded with a small gasp as the wet fabric squeezed around his caged sheath.

“So, they got my instructions,” the unseen feline purred out, “I half expected they’d dress up some random bottom-of-the-barrel slave, but it seems like they chose a proper one for me.”

Tenga winced, but dared not speak. Most feline clients loved to hear themselves talk, but cared considerably less for having their monologues returned. The cat’s paw kneaded firmly at the bunny’s wet diaper, then brought his paw back to tug down the pink waistband down, exposing Tenga’s well-trained rear.

Tenga immediately straightened his position out, spreading his legs just a bit as his master inspected his rear, lightly running a paw over the soft supple curves of the bunny’s ass before bringing it down in a light swat, just to watch how it jiggled. The feline gave a chuckle as he reached back between his bunny’s legs, extending a claw to hook around the ring that wrapped around Tenga’s balls, holding his sheath cage in place.

“These have gotten heavy,” the cat mused, “I love a toy who’s been locked up for a good while. Make sure that they know their place.”

The feline pressed a thumb between Tenga’s cheeks, pressing against the tender little ring of flesh. Tenga let out a soft moan as his tailhole flexed a bit, welcoming his master’s finger. Even after several months of chastity, the grey rabbit couldn’t help but respond with his sheath swelling. The little pink tip pressed against the metal slit in the front of his cage, leaking precum into the soaked diaper surrounding it as his master wriggled a second finger in, stretching his toy’s hole. The rabbit shuddered and leaned into the pillow in front of him to stifle a soft moan.

The feline wasted no time. Tenga heard the whisking of a belt being hastily pulled off, the  sharp hiss of a zipper being undone, and the dull thump of pants hitting the floor. The cat climbed up on the bed behind the bunny and let his thick cock rest between his pet’s cheeks. He leaned in with a growl as he pressed that barbed length against Tenga’s well-seasoned hole, the bunny practically welcoming him in with another muffled moan. As Tenga tried to bury his face in the pillow, though, the feline’s reached out to grab his ears, firmly pulling his head up.

“I want to hear every little moan you make, toy. And I definitely don’t want you making a mess of my nice pillows.”

The cat pushed in until his balls lightly touched Tenga’s. He gave a satisfied purr as he kept a hold on the rabbit’s ears, using them as leverage as he started to slide in and out of the boy. Tenga shuddered and gasped, feeling the tingle of his master’s barbs as he gripped at the leash wrapped around his wrists. He pushed his hips back against his master’s, each thrust helping him surreptitiously hump into the front of his wet diaper.

The feline leaned in and growled into Tenga’s ear, feeling his pet’s spadelike tail press against his stomach as he shoved his cock in and out. The wet diaper below them crinkled pathetically as the bunny helplessly dribbled pre into the front, adding to the shame of having to wear those infernal things. Tenga whimpered as his master used his tailhole, panting softly as he tried to match the cat’s fluid, pistonlike movements.

Tenga felt a paw leave his ears - thankfully, nobody was ever gentle enough with those - and wrap around his midsection, pressing the wet diaper against his caged bits as the cat pulled him in close, his purrs growing shorter and shallower and he started to pant. The cat gave a loud… well, it probably sounded like a mighty roar in the feline’s head, but really it sounded more like a strained meow. He shot off into his toy’s rear and forced himself in deep, feeling his sac slap agains the bunny’s.

His master took a moment to collect himself and catch his breath, then pulled slowly out of his pet. He used the back to Tenga’s diaper to wipe his cock off, then pulled the waistband back up. The bunny just collapsed on his chest and panted. Even though he wasn’t going to cum anytime soon, these sessions always took a lot out of him, and it was all he could do to not grind and hump into the front of the diaper right in front of his master. That had gotten him into trouble in the past, though, and he was hardly about to potentially invoke any wrath.

Instead, the feline just patted and groped at the bunny’s wet diaper, purring as he felt the toy release his bladder just a bit more. If it was intentional, at least the boy had the sense to put on a good display for his master. The cat purred and lightly dragged his claws through the soft grey fur on the bunny’s back.

“I wonder… the Agency has lease-to-own options, right?”