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Dorm Room Blues lunarrush Chapter One: On Taking Care of Laundry

Tim woke from sleep at the first chirp of his alarm, his dreams fleeing faster than he could even try to remember them as he looked around the dark room. He knew why he'd set his alarm to go off this early but he still didn't like that he had to wake up to get a book report done. He yawned loudly, tempted to simply turn the alarm clock off and curl up under his blankets and forget the book report. He knew it was too important to simply forget about, if he didn't pass it he'd flunk out. Why did college have to give so much damn homework?

Tim rolled out of bed and started for the alarm clock. He stumbled and nearly fell into a pile of dirty clothes at the foot of his bed. He grunted in annoyance as he took a step forward and shook a pair of dirty underwear from his feet. He turned the alarm clock off, returning the room to a nearly eerie silence in the apartment room. He turned a small lamp on his desk next to the alarm clock on, allowing the dim light to illuminate his frankly messy room.

Of course the mess didn't bother Tim much. He knew he could probably convince his dorky roommate Matt to clean it up with a bit of cash. Of course, he hadn't tried to yet, but Matt had made it clear that he was embarrassed to have people over to the apartment due to Tim's unclean dishes. Surely if Matt had time to be passively aggressively writing notes about Tim's cleanliness he had time to clean if Tim gave him proper payment.

Tim opened his laptop and started it up, taking a seat in the chair at his desk. He didn't bother to get dressed, why should he when he was basically going to be spending the whole day working on this book report? As he looked at the screen he noticed something out of place on his desk. A pair of black briefs, something he hadn't owned a pair of since he was eleven years old, lay on his desk. They had a sticky note attached to the back of them. He took a single look at the note and his eyes narrowed in annoyance: it was Matt's handwriting.

"Hey Tim, just thought I'd show you what its like to have someone else's underwear left in your space. Seriously, can you pick up your dirty clothes from the bathroom? -Matt" Tim growled a bit in annoyance, but had a devious thought occur to him at the same time.

Despite their wildly different thoughts on cleanliness Tim had developed a bit of a crush on Matt since he'd moved into the apartment. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about the way the fox moved hit a carnal instinct in him that he'd never felt before. He'd gone through high school without ever getting a boyfriend, but he did have a tendency to steal underwear out of lockers during gym class so he could smell them later and imagine what it would be like to be able to have his face that close to their crotch.

Tim had never told another soul about this fetish of his, but this was an opportunity he just couldn't pass up. After all, the briefs were neatly laid out on his desk, he didn't even have to steal them. That aside, he'd concentrate better if he wasn't horny while he was writing his book report. What could it hurt to give them a little sniff and fap before he started?

Tim gingerly picked up the pair of briefs and reached a hand into his boxers to fish out his cock. He turned to the door to ensure it was closed, then simply lifted the black briefs to his nose and took a deep breath in. To his canine nose the scents seemed to come to life the moment he took that first breath. There was the scent of a fresh fabric softener, and that one the scent of laundry soap. It was all well and good, but he hadn't caught the scent he was after.

His left ear twitched as he repositioned the underwear in his hand, moving its crotch directly over his nose and taking a huge whiff. He finally found it, the musky scent of another male's crotch. He groaned a bit as one of his hands reached down and grabbed behind his own knot, squeezing down as he sighed contentedly. He closed his eyes and took another whiff, allowing the scent to wash over him as he imagined his roommate standing over him, pressing his face to his fuzzy fox balls and letting him get a good sniff.

As Tim continued to slowly stroke the base of his cock he started to feel more lust by the moment. He fumbled with the hand that held the underwear, pulling them open and slipping them over his head with the crotch pressed against his nose. He groaned as he leaned back in his chair, moving his now free hand down to grasp the shaft of his cock as he started to speed up his masturbation. He sighed in pleasure, his every breath allowing the light scent of the fox to wash over him as he consciously ignored the other smells and tried to focus in on that of the fox.

-- Meanwhile --

Matt woke up and noticed it was far earlier than normal. He sighed, he hadn't slept well ever since he'd gotten to this apartment. He knew he had to live here, it wasn't like he could live in his parent's house forever and they actually lived three hours from the college he'd chosen to go to. His sleep problems were really the least of his worries though, he was seriously getting annoyed that he'd be spending the semester with a wolf in pig's clothing. Why did his roommate have to be such an utter slob? A kitchen with a sink full of dirty dishes nearly constantly and a bathroom with clothing strewn across its floor weren't exactly his idea of a good place to spend time.

Matt rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair of house shorts he kept at the foot of his bed. He slid them on and pulled on an old t-shirt before heading toward the bathroom. He looked in the mirror as he arrived, seeing his light brown fur a bit disheveled as he thought over what he was going to do today. He already had all his work done for his classes, he didn't have anyone he particularly wanted to hang out with, he didn't have any new video games to try...he was completely out of things to do.

As he stood in the bathroom Matt saw something that made him frown. Perched on the edge of the sink as if they'd been hung there explicitly to catch his attention were a pair of boxers that had obviously been worn several days in a row by his roommate. Matt's nose wrinkled a bit as he gingerly grabbed them with the tips of his claws. He walked out of the bathroom, moving rapidly toward Tim's room with the offending undies held out before him. He opened the door quietly and walked in, wanting to toss the underwear in the pile of dirty clothes his roommate kept around constantly without disturbing him if at all possible. What he saw, however, made him pause in his tracks.

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Tim was completely lost in the moment. He groaned and tugged at his prick in need of the orgasm he'd been slowly building up. He took a whiff of the black briefs on his face, growing closer and closer by the second. His ears perked up as he heard a strange click sound, and he turned toward the source and nearly fell backward in his chair. There was his roommate, Matt, standing in the doorway of his room with his phone in hand. Matt had a wicked grin on his face, and Tim immediately fumbled in an attempt to pull the underwear off the top of his head.

"Oh no, you don't have to stop on my account," Matt mocked with a chuckle as Tim managed to pull his roommate's underwear from his face and toss them away. Tim watched warily as Matt stepped further into the room. "Well well, I never knew my little lesson would come across more as a gift. Were you having fun sniffing my underwear Tim?" Matt asked as the wolf's face turned bright red.

"I...you...what are you doing in my room?!" Tim retorted, desperately trying to draw attention from himself as he tucked his cock back into his underwear as quickly as he could in his flustered state.

"Oh, I'm just here returning yet another pair of your underwear you left lying around the bathroom. Got myself an interesting picture though, and one I think is going to help both me and you out a great deal," the fox said with a sly smile, obviously not intent on letting the wolf off the hook that easily.

Tim's ears lowered, he had no idea what Matt was going to do with that picture, but he didn't like the sound of his roommate's tone. "What...do you mean," he said warily as the fox moved a bit closer to the underwear clad wolf.

"Well, that's quite simple. You're going to get your house work caught up today or I'm going to print out thousands of copies of that photo and spread them all over campus." Matt replied simply as Tim turned an even darker shade of red at the thought of having that happen. "While you're catching up on your laundry and dishes we're going to discuss the rest of your terms though," Matt said in a domineering tone that made the wolf's ears lower submissively.

"Y-you wouldn't. You're bluffing, come on Matt, delete the picture," Tim stuttered as he looked at the fox more than a little desperately.

"Hmm, maybe I am. Do you really want to find out, or would you prefer to just clean this place up and not have to worry about it?" Matt asked as Tim looked around at all the mess.

"But...I have to write a book report. Its due tonight at midnight, come on...you gotta give me at least one day," Tim pleaded as the fox's grin widened.

"Hmm, I tell you what. Since you obviously don't know how to clean right anyway, how about I clean up your laundry and load your dishes into the dish washer. All you have to do is indulge me a little bit," Matt said seductively. Tim swallowed notably, he kind of liked the way Matt was looking at him right now, and though he hadn't known it until that moment he knew now that Matt was gay too.

"What do you mean?" Tim said as his cock twitched at the thought of Matt using the photo to manipulate him. He wasn't sure why, but the thought of it got to him more than he wanted it to. "Heh, why don't you follow me to my room for a minute, I have something to show you. Oh, and go ahead and put my undies back on your face, you look cute wearing them there," Matt taunted as he opened the door to Tim's room.

Tim lowered his ears and got to his feet, his tail hanging between his legs and nearly curling under him in submission as he obeyed the fox, pulling the underwear back onto his head before slowly following the dominant fox into his room. Tim hadn't expected a nerd like Matt to be quite this dominant, it was surprising, but it pushed buttons in Tim that he hardly wanted to acknowledge were there.

As they entered Matt's room Tim noticed him sitting at a chair at his desk. Tim walked over and saw Matt gesture he should take a seat on the floor. Tim sat on the floor next to the chair and saw Matt pull something out that confused him. Matt held in his hand a rather large diaper. It seemed to be nearly folded and had nearly identical designs to those worn by babies on the front of it: a colorful block, a picture of a raccoon wearing a diaper of his own, gray tiny paw prints running down the center of it. Tim turned to Matt with an utterly confused expression on his face: unsure what to even think about what his roommate held in his hand.

"Don't look so surprised, I actually got this thing at a pledge initiation for one of the frats on campus. Of course, I didn't want to wear it myself, so I didn't end up joining that particular frat. You must have seen at least a few pledges running around in one during rush week," Matt said with a chuckle. Tim thought back, he had seen a few guys acting extremely awkwardly about a week back, but hadn't really thought on it or investigated it further.

"Anyway," Matt said, interrupting Tim's train of thought, "since you've obviously never lived on your own and don't know how to wash your clothes or your dishes I have a little proposal for you. You can either start cleaning up those things on your own starting today, or I can order a box of these and you can wear them every day for as long as I want. If you do the latter I'll take care of your dishes and clothing, cause you'll be admitting that you're just a little cub in need of watching. Just keep in mind, the second path may come with further concessions in the future. So, which would you prefer?" the fox asked with a grin on his face.

Tim sat in silence for a moment, thinking over the predicament he was in. Though he really had three choices in the matter he wasn't at all willing to let the picture get out. He despised cleaning, and as he thought on it his mind started to lean more toward the option the fox held in his hand right now. After all, if frat pledges did it...it couldn't be that bad right? Not to mention, it would mean he wouldn't have to worry about his laundry or his dishes again while he was living here. The more he thought it over, the more clear the answer became to him.

"I...I'll take...that..." Tim said hesitantly as he turned away with a blush and pointed up at the obviously babyish diaper in Matt's hand.

Matt chuckled, "You know, I figured you would. Well then, go lay on the bed, you're gonna wear this one today to work on your book report," Matt said domineeringly as he stood up.

Tim got up as if in somewhat of a dream. His mind seemed to be constantly processing what was happening to him. Here he was, a twenty year old wolf...about to be diapered like a two year old. He couldn't help but feel the constant heat in his face as he saw the controlling smirk on his roommate's face, it was obvious he was enjoying this despite the fact it meant he'd be cleaning up after Tim from now on. Tim stopped right as he got to the bed, and mechanically sat. He felt Matt's hand on his chest, pushing him to lay down, and he simply complied as he felt truly vulnerable.

Matt wasted no time, he lifted the wolf off the bed slightly by putting his shoulders below Tim's knees and lifting up. He pulled his roommate's boxers down and unfolded the dictionary thick diaper, sliding it into place below the wolf's fluffy rump. He took a step back, allowing Tim's behind to rest of the thick padding as he pulled his roommate's boxers off and tossed them to one side. "Alright Timmy, just about there. Man, I'm gonna have to buy you some talcum powder for the next one," Matt said, much to Tim's chagrin. Nobody had called him Timmy since grade school, it really drove the reality of being put back into diapers home for the wolf.

Tim moved his hands up to cover his eyes, not wanting to watch the rest as the fox started fitting the front of the diaper into place. Tim closed his eyes and caught the scent of the underwear on his face again and groaned. "There we go, was that so bad?" Matt asked as he smirked down at the freshly diapered pup. Tim opened his eyes again and looked up at the fox, feeling utterly ruled as he noticed something completely new: the fox had an obviously hard schlong from the sheer act of coercing the wolf into diapers.

Matt followed Tim's eyes and noticed the way the wolf's eyes grew wide with hunger as he took in the view of the fox's obviously hard cock. "You've been sniffing my underwear for a while, would you like a little taste of the real thing?" Matt asked, causing the wolf to jump in sudden surprise. "Heh, just cause I put you in diapers doesn't mean this can't be fun for both of us. You just be a good boy and I'll take care of ya," the fox said with a chuckle.

Tim felt his face growing hotter, he'd fantasized about something almost exactly like this several times. The one difference was, of course, the feeling of the bulky diaper between his legs. Yet, that only seemed to increase his feelings of meekness toward his roommate. He looked up at the fox, his mouth feeling dry as he nervously wondered what would happen to that picture. He didn't fully know if he could trust Matt with it, yet something about the danger seemed to make it all the more appealing to him. He couldn't get the words to leave his mouth, so he simply nodded slightly.

Tim watched as Matt stuck a finger in the front of the silky house shorts he normally wore, fingering at it carefully and letting Tim enjoy the show as he slowly started sliding both it and his current set of briefs down. Tim watched as the fox let them drop to the ground and carefully stepped out of them. He wasn't quite sure what to do, but the fox seemed to know that and straddled the bigger wolf. Tim watched as Matt slowly slid up his body, finally taking a seat on his upper chest and using his left hand to guide his cock down, painting a streak of precum against the wolf's nose as Tim whimpered from just how much more powerful the scent was than it had been on the underwear.

Without missing a beat Matt moved up Tim's body even further, moving to crouch over the wolf's face before lowering down to rest his balls against the tip of Tim's nose. "Heh, lick them if you want, masturbate if you want, just don't get any ideas you're going anywhere until I'm ready for you to," Matt said as he started slowly stroking his own prick. Tim could feel Matt starting to press down, grinding his nose against the fluffy nut sack as Matt's right hand grabbed the top of his head and squeezed to keep him from turning away.

Matt moaned as he started to thrust slightly into his own hand, dragging his balls across Tim's face as he masturbated. Tim whimpered as he took deep breath's of his roommate's musk, enjoying it as his cock hardened inside his diaper. He reached down with his right hand and started to squeeze his length, moaning in time with Matt as the fox started to thrust even harder. Tim took long slow breaths, and soon realized Matt's thrusting was dragging not only his balls but his ass along the wolf's nose. Tim tenderly stuck out his tongue, opening his mouth as he felt the fox's fluffy balls dropping into his maw.

Matt started to pet along Tim's head a bit as he stopped thrusting and rather started tugging with his hand. He arched back a bit, sitting a bit harder against Tim's face as he squeezed his shaft tightly. Tim did his best to masturbate in the sweaty padded crotch prison, but it was just tight enough that he was having difficulty getting off. He knew Matt would be done soon, the droplets of precum dribbling down to his nose were evidence of that as much as the moaning of the fox growing more and more intense. Tim had no idea what would happen after the orgasm but he honestly didn't care for want of getting off.

Just as Tim had predicted the fox orgasmed, guiding his cock to spray his seed up and all over the wolf. As Matt basked in the afterglow Tim desperately tugged at his cock. Its tip was dribbling precum, and getting marked with the orgasm of another male was driving him to want his orgasm all the more. Matt looked down at him with a chuckle. "Keep sucking my balls Timmy, I'm gonna change positions real quick though, so don't suck hard until I tell you," Matt said in a still obviously dominant tone.

Tim's ears flattened at hearing Matt call him Timmy again, he couldn't help the helplessly embarrassed flush to his face as the fox pulled up enough to pull his orbs from Tim's mouth before he started turning around. Matt chuckled as he sat back down, stuffing his fuzzy nuts right back in Tim's mouth and leaving him with a new conundrum: he was stuck sniffing Matt's butt. "Alright Timmy, you're gonna stay right there until you finish. I want to feel you breathing through your nose and sucking my balls. We're gonna give my spunk plenty of time to dry in your fur." the fox said dominantly as Tim whined in utter submission.

Tim had never felt quite so controlled as he did at this very moment. He started to buck up against his hand, going harder and harder as he basked in the degradation of sniffing Matt's rump. He had never really thought of himself as particularly dominant or submissive, but he'd known that sniffing underwear was a subordinate thing to do for nearly as long as he'd been doing it. He'd never wanted to admit to himself that he was a bottom, yet here he was, unable to deny it to himself any more. He ground his cock against its crinkly prison as its tip leaked precum steadily. He wanted to go over the edge so bad, yet he felt Matt reach down and pull his hand from his shaft.

Tim whined in desperation around the nut sack in his mouth, had he not sucked well enough? He started to slurp harder and tried to move his hand back down, but felt Matt push it away. "No, let me do it," Matt said as Tim finally understood: the fox was going to finish him off.

Tim obediently moved his hand to his side, groaning as he felt the fox's hand moving down into his crinkly underwear. Matt started to slowly stroke the wolf's length, squeezing behind his knot and making the bigger canine buck up in desperation. "Heh, you're going to be such a good little crinkle butt, aren't you? I'm gonna make you spunk your diapers and then you're going to wear it all day, knowing that I made you jizz it," Matt said as Tim laid back, listening to the overpowering tone of the fox as he pressed against the fox's hand in need.

He grew closer to the edge until with one tight squeeze right at the base of his knot Tim was sent over the edge. He thrust up as he felt Matt's hand lock down around the base of his prick, causing his orgasm to spurt out slowly into his pampers. He moaned in the bliss of afterglow as Matt milked shot after shot of orgasm out of him, spattering the inside of the infantile garment with the wolf's seed. When Matt withdrew his hand Tim expected him to stand up, but when he didn't immediately it made the wolf whimper as the fox simply kept the wolf's nose pressed firmly against his ass and held his balls in the wolf's mouth.

"Never forget who's in charge here, if you don't this will be fun for both of us. Now, go get to work on your book report, I'll be checking your work to make sure you're doing a good job Timmy," Matt chuckled, petting the wolf's belly with the hand he'd just used to milk him. Tim laid back, letting Matt pet him for what felt like a full minute before, finally, the fox stood up and let the wolf free.

As Tim sat up the very first thing he saw after all this time being below the fox's fluffy rear was the crinkly infantile diaper taped snugly to his waist. Several of the gray paw prints running down the middle had faded very slightly: wetness indicators showing where his orgasm had hit in his diaper. He sighed a bit as he saw Matt leaving the room already, he knew the fox was going to make good on his promise to help the wolf with his washing. Somehow that made the diaper all the more embarrassing now that Tim wasn't quite so horny. That he'd let it get so bad that Matt felt he couldn't do it left him feeling utterly humbled. He knew this was only beginning, and shuddered just a bit as he wondered what the fox might come up with next. He got up off the bed, feeling his diaper clinging to his waist and spreading his legs as it crinkled audibly. This book report, no this semester...was going to be long.