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Life at Crale Manor (in progress, parts four/five)
🕑 Added 2020-08-11 03:03:20 +0000 UTC
CHAPTER FOUR
Zave
It was either very late at night or very early in the morning, and it was too dark to tell which. The young racoon named Xavier was wide awake, lying in his bed alone in the darkness, listening to the still silence of the manor. It was the damn chastity cage keeping him awake, yet again. It wasn’t especially uncomfortable to wear when he was awake and moving, and Zave had had three solid months to get used to it, but every single time he tried to sleep, his horny twenty year-old body tried its best to get a sleeping erection which caused pressure on his very full ball sack, which then woke the racoon up with a painful burning sensation until he’d calmed down enough to force his cock to go back to sleep. Rinse and repeat, night after night, until the frustration was nearly maddening.
Zave sighed as he rubbed his tender balls in the darkness and tried to settle down once again. His life wasn’t turning out at all the way the attractive raccoon had expected it to. As the son of an EverTech executive, Zave had been born to a life of privilege and freedom entirely opposite his current circumstances. He’d attended the best private boarding school in the world, rubbing elbows with the sons of CEOs and foreign dignitaries, then he’d been accepted to an Ivy League university in exchange for a hefty donation from his parents. He was supposed to have finished college, then maybe gotten a cushy job at EverTech and further amassed his family wealth, following in his father’s footsteps.
But Zave’s own laziness had been his downfall: while researching a term paper on 21st century technological advancements and their impact on income inequality and the first-world social hierarchy, Zave had decided to take a peek at some of his father’s work files to minimize the amount of research he’d need to do. After all, his father worked for the most important tech company in the world, so surely there’d be some juicy info he could use for his paper.
Of course, EverTech security immediately noticed the breach and all hell had broken loose. Within an hour, strange men dressed in black tactical gear had broken into his father’s home, shoved his entire family into a plain white van with tinted windows, and sped off for EverTech headquarters. After a great deal of crying from his parents, yelling from an officious-looking warthog in a suit, an hour of being questioned in a featureless cell by EverTech investigators, then more being yelled at by strangers in suits, Zave had been informed that he was to be turned into a varlet. After much tearful pleading from his father, EverTech security had agreed to bypass the normal varlet conversion process and instead had given Zave to one of their important executives, a pink and white badger.
Zave still lived a life of relative luxury in a gorgeous mansion, with all the modern amenities. But he was expected to do work, something he’d never experienced before. And then, of course, there was the damn chastity cage. Zave, having the sex drive of a twenty year-old, was of the habit of masturbating frequently, sometimes multiple times in a day. But thanks to a small bit of stainless steel, that was a luxury no longer afforded to him.
Instead, he was limited to a single day of freedom from the cage each month to find the relief he craved, before the damnable device was locked back on again.
The cage had been the hardest adjustment to make. Having Laguna’s black rose emblem branded on his ass near his tail had been humiliating. Being forced to sweep and mop, scrub toilets and mow grass like some sort of day laborer was an indignity. But the cage, the hateful, infernal cage…
Zave poked ruefully at the device for the millionth time, glaring at the metal as it gleamed in the pale moonlight streaming through the small window of his bedroom. How he hated that smooth, shiny metal with all his heart. But he had to remind himself that things could have gone much worse for him, after all. He still didn’t get why Joven or Dakota were made to wear diapers, but the thought of giving up such an intimate level of bodily autonomy and having his bladder control taken from him made Zave shudder.
And, truthfully, Laguna treated Zave really well, despite his status as a varlet. If not for the maddening chastity cage, Zave would enjoy life at Crale Manor. He got to go on mostly living the life he’d had before but with no expectation that he’d “make something of himself”, he got to stroll around naked and show off his body all the time (which he particularly enjoyed), and he regularly got to play the pretty-boy bottom for his hot-as-fuck master, Laguna. And though Zave had developed few skills in life beyond spending money from his trust fund, one thing he was certain of was that he was a damn good fuck.
Zave ran his paws down his fit, lithe body, causing himself to shiver a little as his palms glided across his nipples. He went lower, tracing the curves of his abdominal muscles slowly. Then lower still, letting his fingers slip gently across his tight sack. Despite having no access to his desperate, needy cock, Zave had learned over the past few months to find pleasure from touching other parts of his body, though it was hardly the relief he craved.
The racoon brought his right index finger to his mouth and slowly sucked on the digit as he continued to massage his sack with his left paw. One thing he’d noticed about being locked in chastity all the time was how electric his body felt. Every part of him seemed to grow more sensitive the longer he went without the release of orgasm, and this nightly ritual of exploring his body, while no replacement for proper masturbation, felt delicious nonetheless.
Zave slowly drew his saliva-slick finger from his muzzle and drew his legs higher in the bed, lifting his bent knees into the air. He reached between his legs and found his tight tailhole, then slowly inserted his wet finger into the warm orifice to his first knuckle, gasping a little. His locked-up cock was desperately trying to get hard in its metal prison, and he could feel a bit of precum dribble out of the opening at the end of the cage and trickle along his inner thigh.
The raccoon closed his eyes and relaxed, pressing his finger just a bit deeper into his needy hole. He thought of Laguna, his master, imagining the man lying on his bed in the master suite, white shirt unbuttoned, silk tie snaking loosely across his bare chest, black silk jockstrap struggling to constrain his incredible cock. He imagined Laguna staring at him with lust-narrowed eyes, then growling “come here, Zave,” in his seductive bedroom voice.
Zave fingered himself slowly and, not being able to help himself, gave his cage a desperate tug with his other hand. Nothing... the unyielding device thwarted his need for sensation as always. The racoon let his paw drift back down to his tight scrotum, gently rolling his sack between thumb and forefinger as he pressed deeper into his body. Just a little further and he came to the lump of his prostate, brushing it with a fingertip and sending a shiver down his spine.
In his mind’s eye, he saw himself draw closer to his master’s bed, letting his eyes drift across the sexy badger’s striking fur. “Dance,” Laguna ordered, and Zave imagined himself gyrating seductively, drawing sheer silk scarves across his body as he danced. He swam in his master’s unblinking, lustful gaze, letting out the smallest of gasps when Laguna began rubbing the front of his tented jock as he watched Zave dance.
In his imagination, Zave could feel the sexual heat radiating from Laguna as the racoon danced for his master’s pleasure. His body rolled and twisted, accentuating Zave’s muscles in the soft light of Laguna’s bedroom. Zave could feel his breath growing short as his body warmed to its movements, both in his imagination and in the real world.
Zave began stroking his prostate in earnest, his body primed for a release that would not come, as he imagined himself dancing for Laguna. The metal sheath between his legs throbbed up and down with his quickening heartbeat as he pleasured himself in the only way left to him, his thoughts swimming dreamily as he continued his imaginary performance. He pictured the way his master’s jock would form a darker patch in the front, proof that his body was pleasing to Laguna. He would twist and spin, twirl and whirl, exposing as much of his naked body as possible to the man who owned him, living only to please the badger.
Faster and faster he would spin, a dance of elaborate movements to create a dizzying, sexually charged spectacle for his owner. At last, Laguna would catch him and hold him, freezing him in place, gazing at him through those hypnotic eyes. Wordlessly, the badger would turn Zave around, bending him over and shoving him face down into the foot of the bed. Zave could imagine in perfect detail the sensation of his master’s swollen cock head pressing against his opening, then the momentary hot burst of pain as Laguna pressed into him. Zave would claw at the satin comforter as his master effortlessly took his ass, claiming it as his own with each intense, penetrating thrust.
Zave’s finger began working his hole faster still, ramming it into himself to keep time with Laguna’s cock in his imagination. His master, his sexy master, taking him like a bitch in heat, thrusting into his needy body as Zave worked his sphincter muscles against Laguna’s cock. The sensation was incredible and, fueled by Zave’s potent imagination, was almost as good as the real thing.
The racoon gasped as he felt an orgasm build and build, but the familiar rush of release never came. Instead, his body released a weak dribble of cum from his prostate orgasm, offering only the buildup without the crescendo. A long, slow, unsatisfying orgasm left Zave even more charged up than before and the racoon cried out with need and frustration, quietly into the darkness. The poor, frustrated creature whimpered breathlessly and then pulled his finger from his tailhole, exhausted.
Just like the countless other times over the past three months that he’d forced his body to release in this manner, there was no satisfying floating sensation afterwards. Like an unscratched itch that only grew more maddening by the moment, his cock was screaming at him to touch it, while his ass wanted to be filled by more than just a finger.
Zave rolled over onto his stomach and groaned into his pillow, lust mixing with frustration as his pseudo-erection continued to dribble within the metal cage. The boy hugged his pillow close and nearly wept. For a brief, frenzied moment, he considered dashing down the hall and intruding on his master to beg for the man to fuck him senseless, but it was late and surely Laguna had long since gone to sleep, and even in the throes of lust Zave knew better than to demand anything of his master.
Life at Crale Manor wasn’t bad. Sure, it had taken a lot of adjusting to the way things were done here, and Zave still had a bad habit of slacking off. But he felt safe and protected here, and in some regards the lowered expectations were almost liberating. Nobody expected him to get good grades or to decide on a career and “make the family proud”. And he and the rest of Laguna’s varlets were treated far better than most of their cohort in other households. It wasn’t all bad, Zave thought.
Except for the fucking chastity cage.
CHAPTER FIVE
Joven
Joven yawned and stretched, then gently extracted himself from Callahan’s sleeping embrace. It was early enough that the sun hadn’t risen yet, but Joven was accustomed to getting an early start to his day.
The black-and-white badger quietly grabbed a fresh diaper and changing supplies from the cabinet near the bed he shared with his mate, then tiptoed out of their bedroom, closing the door softly behind himself to avoid disturbing Callahan’s sleep. He walked down the dark hall and into the spacious master bathroom so that he could change himself without waking any of the mansion’s other residents. Joven flipped the light on and took a long glance at his reflection in the mirror.
His diaper was thoroughly soaked, the padding inside yellowed and clumped. The entire thing sagged low. The badger sighed and removed his destroyed diaper, balling it up tightly before beginning to clean himself up. His nighttime wetting episodes had seemed to be getting more frequent in these last few months, and he was becoming concerned that he would have to switch to even thicker diapers to keep up with his nocturnal incontinence.
When Joven had first come to Crale Manor as a varlet, he’d been terrified and confused. Like everyone in the modern world, he’d heard of EverTech, of course, but he had no idea about their shadowy varlet program. Nor was he aware that the startup tech firm he’d joined as an accountant was actually an illicit organization whose sole purpose was to hire employees, assign them massive amounts of debt, then use that debt as leverage to convert ordinary people into business assets that they could then sell to EverTech’s varlet program.
Joven had suddenly found himself uprooted from his old life and then sold at auction to a handsome pink-and-white badger. That was all disorienting enough, but when the badger, Laguna, had informed Joven that his only allowed clothing would be a chastity cage and adult diapers, the humiliation and shock had almost been too much to bear. Still, as much as Joven had initially tried to rebel, the nanobots that had been forcibly injected into his body wouldn’t allow him to refuse Laguna’s commands. And so had begun the long, slow, humiliating process of removing Joven’s control over his own bladder. Soon, the diapers had gone from being an embarrassing uniform to a necessity.
Joven quickly rediapered himself, then picked up the balled-up used diaper and carried it to the nursery to dispose of in Dakota’s diaper pail. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen and quickly ate a protein bar for breakfast, chasing it with a small glass of orange juice. After a few stretches to loosen his muscles, he quickly laced on his running shoes in the mansion’s foyer and began jogging down the long driveway and then to the sidewalk running alongside the bucolic tree-lined road. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the street lights did more to illuminate his path than the wan light from the horizon.
As Joven jogged, a few cars passed him, their occupants no doubt commuting to work in town. One vehicle’s driver honked at Joven as he sped past, and the badger could feel his cheeks beginning to burn. However, he’d been doing this same morning run for a long time and it was less embarrassing than it had been initially.
Truth be told, Joven had felt fairly privileged once he understood his circumstances better. Laguna was a good master and afforded his varlets a surprising amount of autonomy and latitude, and deep down Joven had to admit that he enjoyed being dominated by the other badger in spite of all his protests. Besides, despite the quirks of his new life, it came with a lot of perks too. There would’ve been no way he’d ever have lived in such a grand home or enjoyed such rich meals on an accountant’s salary. And he’d met the love of his life, Callahan, at Crale Manor.
Callahan had never acted strangely about Joven’s need for diapers, understanding that it was a situation outside either of their control. Rather, the otter had been kind and patient, often helping Joven change himself until he’d gotten the hang of doing it for himself in those early days.
Joven smiled a little as he turned a corner, following the sidewalk up a small hill and further into the posh neighborhood. As he ran, he reflected on his relationship with Callahan during those early days; the hesitant flirting, the mixed signals, the slow but inevitable development of true feelings. Callahan had been so closeted in those days, so repressed that it had taken Joven a long time to realize that the otter was even trying to show interest in him. But a long glance here, a gentle brush of the paw there, the occasional whispered word had finally revealed Callahan’s interest. And Joven had eagerly reciprocated, finding the otter charming and irresistibly handsome.
And now it had been nearly five years of bliss. How the time had passed! Laguna had been more than understanding when Joven and Callahan had hesitantly told him of their feelings for each other. He’d allowed the pair to share a room and had even synced the smart locks on their chastity cages so that they could enjoy each other’s bodies during their monthly release. He even frequently gave them quiet time together or allowed the pair to have “date nights”. Joven was genuinely grateful that his master allowed him that level of freedom. Though Joven still worked to maintain an air of vague, grumpy disapproval at the idea of being Laguna’s toy and plaything, everyone in the manor knew that he truly was happy with his life.
Joven jogged around another corner, beginning to circle back around to Crale Manor. The first golden beams of sunlight were spilling down the avenue, and the world was beginning to wake. More cars began passing Joven as he ran, and he couldn’t help but wonder what their drivers were making of the badger jogging along in just an oversized diaper. He smiled a little, knowing that it didn’t actually matter what those passers-by thought, because he was under Laguna’s protection and anyone who tried to make trouble for him would be swiftly and decisively dealt with.
Joven thought back to the first time he’d jogged like this. He’d been residing in Crale Manor for about nine months at that point, and without his daily jog he’d begun to grow a bit of pudge around his midsection. When he expressed dismay at being unable to run like he had before he’d been taken as a varlet, Laguna had laughed and asked him what was keeping him from picking up the routine again. Joven had turned a particular shade of crimson and wordlessly pointed at the diaper he’d been wearing, which only seemed to further amuse Laguna. The other badger had laughed and then activated the nanobots in Joven’s body, which in turn had forced him to run out the door and down the street in a brisk jog, in full view of everyone.
After that initial, forced jog had shown Joven that he was safe to go out in public without fear of being stopped, the badger had made it a daily habit once more. He still preferred to go out just before dawn, but that was more to do with his nature as an early riser than any hope that the cover of darkness would keep him from being seen in a diaper. And it had felt so good to start running again, despite the loud crinkling that sounded with every step he ran.
Suddenly, a loud sound snapped Joven out of his thoughts: the sound of a police car’s sirens chirping twice, the unspoken “hold it right there” that was one step down from full siren blaring but still managed to send a shiver down Joven’s spine. He slowed and then halted as quickly as he could, gasping for breath. A city PD car quietly rolled up from behind him, its tires crunching the pavement ominously. The car came to a halt and a pair of patrol officers stepped out, glaring at Joven and paws resting suggestively on the guns at their hips.
“What’s this then?” one of the officers, a smug-looking lynx said as he approached Joven. The other officer, a barrel-chested gorilla who had been driving the car, walked around the vehicle’s front and flanked Joven on his right.
“Just out for a morning jog, officers,” Joven said with a sigh. The last thing he needed was to be held up by these cops.
“Where’s your clothes, boy?” the gorilla asked, voice deep and rumbling.
“You’re looking at them,” Joven responded, gesturing to his diaper.
The lynx rolled his eyes. “There’s decency laws, you know. You some kind of pervert or something?”
Joven put his hands on his hips. “Or something,” he muttered.
“I.D.,” the lynx ordered, holding out a paw.
Joven gestured to the collar around his neck. “The tag with the black rose printed on it has an RFID chip. Scan that and you’ll know everything you need to know.”
“You trying to be funny or something, boy?” the gorilla asked, irritated.
“Nope, that’s all the I.D. I’m allowed, officer,” Joven replied warily.
The lynx grabbed Joven’s wrists and cuffed them together behind his back while the gorilla retrieved an I.D. scanner from the car. He grabbed the tag on Joven’s collar roughly and held it near the handheld scanner until the device beeped. Text appeared on the device’s display and the gorilla began reading through it.
“Name’s Joven, it says. Oh, there’s… huh. Oh shit. Fuck. McCreevy, you better read this,” the gorilla said, trembling as he handed the display to the lynx.
The feline snatched the device, irate. As he read, his eyes grew narrow and then very, very wide. “Uh, clearly there’s been a misunderstanding here, Mr. Joven,” the lynx said, quickly removing Joven’s handcuffs.
“I imagine there has been,” Joven replied curtly, glaring at the suddenly cowed officers.
“I’m sure Mr. Crale wouldn’t want a big fuss made over a silly mistake,” the lynx offered hopefully as he extended his paw for Joven to shake.
Joven smiled, suddenly getting an idea. “Well, I’m sure I’ll have forgotten all about it by the time I get back home. What say we kiss and make up?” Both officers looked tremendously relieved at the suggestion. Joven grinned. “No, really. I think a kiss is in order. Kiss each other. With tongue.”
The gorilla’s brow furrowed. “Dude, we’re straight,” he said. The lynx was shaking his head and staring at his partner in horror.
“You want me to forget about this little incident, yeah?” Joven asked the pair. “Then fucking kiss each other. With tongue. Or I’m telling my master that Officer McCreevy and his gorilla partner were harassing me.”
The officers stared at Joven with pleading eyes, but the badger’s mind was made up. These two morons needed to be taught a lesson about messing with Laguna Crale’s property. With much hemming and hawing, huffing and sighing, the cops’ mouths met in a very awkward kiss. They made out with each other, both choking back gagging noises, until Joven grunted approval.
“Now get out of here,” Joven barked at the pair of miserable looking cops. “And don’t ever interrupt my morning jog again.
“Yes, Mr. Joven,” the officers said as they quickly got back into the patrol car and sped away. Joven smirked as he watched them go.
Once the car was out of sight, Joven began jogging again, still chucking at what had just happened. The badger rounded the last corner of his journey, panting briskly as he picked up speed. This was his favorite section of the run; a gentle downhill slope that let him really open up and got his heart pumping. The gravel footpath crunched beneath his feet as he wound his way toward home at a blistering pace. He could feel the blood rushing in his ears as he ran, wind blowing against his exposed fur. The hedges to his right whirred past as he sprinted, and he passed the red brick pillar topped with a lantern that marked the beginning of the Crale estate. He’d made really good time today.
At last he reached the open wrought-iron gate, its top crested by an intricately-worked black iron rose emblem. Joven shot through the gate and up the driveway, reaching the portico and practically bouncing up the steps. His blood was pumping rapidly and his muscles were warm and loose, and his breath came in quick gasps. He consciously forced his breathing to slow as he leaned against the portico’s white railing, collecting himself.
The badger looked down and noted that he’d wet himself at some point during the run, though he hadn’t noticed at the time. He felt his cock twitch in its cage at the thought that he’d been standing in front of those two idiot cops in nothing but a collar and a wet diaper. Though Joven would have never admitted it out loud, to Callahan or anyone else, being forced into diapers and losing his bladder control secretly turned the badger on, as did basically anything Laguna ordered him to do. And scaring those two cops half to death had just been the icing on the cake; in his old life Joven wouldn’t have been able to intimidate anyone like that. Being owned by one of the most powerful men in the world certainly had its perks from time to time. And the best part of his strange, unexpected life here was meeting and falling for Callahan. That otter truly was the love of Joven’s life.
Joven smiled to himself and watched as the sun rose over the distant tree line, lighting the perfectly manicured lawn in a blaze of morning glory. Being forced into the life of a controlled, diapered varlet owned by another badger hadn’t been on Joven’s to-do list, but he honestly couldn’t imagine anywhere else he’d rather be.
