Wolf cub Ch.1: Taming Alex
WARNING, THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS DIAPERS, DIAPER USAGE, IMPLIED SCAT, AND GAY PEOPLE. THIS IS LESS OF A WARNING, MORE OF A TOLD YOU SO. HAVE A GOOD DAY.
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Alex had never quite liked his life. In fact, sometimes he had outright hated it. Alex was a German Shepherd, a fact that didn't carry much good with it. He had solid brown fur with the trademark black backside, interrupted only by a pure white spot on his right eye, a feature that did nothing to make him inconspicuous. His parents had been drunk and fighting ever since as far back as he can remember, and he basically raised himself. Eventually he got a job and began saving up for college, but got rejected from every college because he was a dog. Not that they never said it to his face, since a law prohibited that, but for the most part, all colleges out there didn't allow any canine other than wolves. They would come up with any bullshit excuse to brush him off, one of his favorites being that his fur was brown and as such would contract against the concrete of the sidewalks. Since he was never accepted into a college, he had no choice but to live with his demons that called themselves his parents for a good year.
It's not like it was all bad, though. Alex may have been rejected, but it's not like he was a wimp. He was a fighter, and a fucking good one at that, up to the point to where people mentioned him when down-talking canines, which was about as much praise as he could get from them at the time being. He could beat up pretty much anyone, since he currently worked as a self-employed mover. But that's not the real story. He could go on and on about how many fights he'd been in, starting when he was only eight or nine years old. But the real truth of it all, was that deep down inside, he had never liked fighting, and then the wolf had come along and changed everything. His entire life. Fighting wasn't something he lived around anymore, in fact, if the wolf saw him fight, he would be in big trouble. It had all started that day at the juice bar...
He had gone in to get himself a fresh cranberry juice, one of his few pleasures, and he'd seen him, just out of the corner of his eye, watching him over a newspaper. He hadn't payed much attention, only stared back enough to apparently irritate the wolf into looking away. He enjoyed staring at them, wolves hated to be stared at. It had gotten him into more trouble than he could think of, but he did it anyways, if only to give the world one more middle finger. He took his juice, payed for it, ignoring the clerk's looks of scorn. This was an upscale place, and they didn't appreciate dogs coming in here, that look said. He took his juice and walked out the door, not really giving much thought to the slightly distuinguished wolf that had eyeballed him over the paper.
It went on from there. In just about every other place he went, he saw that same wolf. Same fur, same expression, and same eyes. It was the eyes that got him. They were a bright emerald green that seemed to pierce directly into his soul, viewing his deepest anddarkest secrets as if they were books. It eventually became daily that he would see him, from shopping for food at the same place to casually walking by him on the streets. After a whole week of this treatment, he decided that enough was enough.
He walked up to the wolf who was quietly sipping a glass of water while waiting for his salad to arrive, picking him up by the collar and growling "Is there something interesting about me? If there is, please say it now, because there's a good chance you won't ever be able to say anything again." The wolf looked calm and collected, staring at Alex some more.
"I'm not sure what you mean, I don't even know you." He pushed the Alex away with one paw and strutted out. Ugh, he really did hate that wolf.
Alex had walked home, having decided against getting anything to eat. He hadn't really been hungry anymore anyways. He had gotten home around nine P.M. or so and taken a shower. Upon exiting the glass enclosed steamy paradise however, he had heard a knock on the door. Cursing his luck he had gone downstairs, tip-toeing past his snoring parent's room, so as not to wake them from their drink induced slumber, and answered the door. Who should be standing there of course, but the same wolf from earlier. He had immediately looked past him for any signs of the police, his first thought being that the wolf wanted a come-uppance for the scene in the resteraunt earlier, but he had seen none. The wolf had given him a brief grin, and looked deeply into his eyes with those piercing green orbs of his, "May I come in?" He had said.
Alex backpedaled, before coming at him and pushing him a good five feet away from the door, claws extended "Are you fucking insane?! You think i'll let you in my own fucking house?!"
The wolf got up and brushed some (dead)grass off of his suit and walked up to the canine, reaching into his back pocket as he strutted towards him. Alex froze instantly. That fucker had a gun. Instead, he kept his hand there, enjoying the reaction "The name's Damien Enoch Ithaqua. Remember it well." He pulled his empty paw out from behind him, leaving Alex feeling as stupid as a rock. With that, the wolf slowly walked off from his line of sight, as alex blankly closed the door, walked through the kitchen, up the stairs, and back to his bed, where he fell asleep instantly.
Alex's dreams were not of the ordinary type. He couldn't stop thinking about that wolf, as if he was invading his dreams. The only one he could remember was where the wolf seemed to be all around him, humiliating him, stripping him naked in front of everyone as he walked down the street.
He awoke. It appeared to be the middle of the night, but he was awake. WIDE awake, in fact. Still in a daze, he got off his bed. Wait, he couldn't. There was something stopping him from getting out. Oh god, bars? That fucker really did call the police. He knew it! He began hitting the bars as hard as he could, signalling whoever was watching that he was awake and going to raise hell for the next 16 hours. After a few minutes, a door appeared to open and light spilled the room, causing the wolf to close them on instinct until they got used to so much light.
His hearing was phenomenal, though. He heard someone walk up to the cell and stop there, before reaching through and petting him. "What an arrogant bastard..." was the first thought that ran through alex's mind. The petting continued, eventually starting to feel good as the wolf awoke fully and opened his eyes, scanning the room entirely, taking everything in. There were patterns of yellow and cyan on the wall. The cieling was approximately 11 feet high and made of solid stone, even though it was cut. He continued examining, seeing the carpeted floor. As he looked back down at himself, He found that he was stark naked except for an off-white thick adult diaper....Wait, that didn't sound right. He repeated the thought to himself, the reality sinking in completely as he began to tear at the bars which made the wolf take a few steps back. Realizing it was useless after a good few minutes, he tried to stand up before being interruped by matching bars, irritatively places 3 inches below how high he could stand. Of course, he was completely fucking confused and looked at the wolf, snarling. All the wolf did was coo and walk back towards him, grinning.
"I take it what you want is simply why i'm keeping you here, correct?" The canine could only give a nod, dripping with ire. "Well then, where should I start? For one thing, I'm going to make you into a helpless wolf cub. Secondly, wolf cubs wet and mess their diapers. Thirdly, I own you now, I have the legal papers and everything. And lastly, Don't fuck up your chance to be a wolf or i'll find another use for you, I could use a new toilet. You have three strikes before I resort to that."
A look of surprise and disgust came to Alex's face at the last part, before quickly coming to the conclusion that no one was that fucked up and tackling the crib, which was what he finally realized it to be, trying to knock it over, before realizing it was bolted to the ground. The wolf's lips parted and said a soothing "Strike One", before rummaging through something outside of the room, getting it, and tossing them over to the crib.
It was an envelope, the brown one with the opening that was exactly the size of a piece of paper. Alex opened it up, found some pictures, looked at them, and vomited slightly in his mouth. Right there, RIGHT THERE was a fucking tiger happily eating shit out of the wolf's hole, the wolf looking into the camera with his emerald green eyes. He flipped through them, there being 10 pictures and three different animals, wolf, horse, and bunny all consuming the wolf's shit and piss. All the different colors of the shit rainbow, too. dark green, brown, light brown, and one of them even had handwriting on it, the bunny's one. He was smiling into the camera, with a fresh log of shit chewed up in his mouth and easily visible on his brown-stained tounge, his ears perked up happily as he stood next to the wolf doing that one-arm hug and making a peace sign, and written on the picture was "Thanks for the food, it tasted amazing big brother! ~Bunni"
A look of disgust and fear covered his face as he stared at the wolf, ears folded promptly back as he spoke for the first time in his new crib "Is that...you...?" The wolf nodded back, a toothy grin smearing across his face as he just gotten the upper hand.
The wold walked toward the crib, staring at his new cub, and murred a little "Now, I want you to address me as master from now on, got it?" The canine slumped back down into his crib on his knees, unable to stand, and nodded fast, his mind racing with perverted thoughts about what could happen if he crossed the line two more times "Now are you going to be a good cub and behave for master?" Alex looked up at him with fearful eyes and nodded, but a bit more slowly and awkwardly "There, that's a good pup. Now let's make you look like the wolf cub you are."
He reached into his pocket and fished out a key ring with around 30 keys on there ("Where the fuck does this guy live?!"), found one, and unlocked the crib, motioning him to follow. Alex weighed his thoughts, his mind eventually falling back to the 10 pictures etched into his momory. He hesitantly followed along, his diaper crinkling as he blushed, unable to believe the situation he was in.
He was led down a long hallway, the lush carpet a dark crimson with panel lights above, and the wall pattern the same as inside the room, then turned left into another room ; A bathroom. His new 'master' motioned turned towards him, pointed at his diaper, and moved his finger down, motioning him to untape it and take it off. Alex blushed deeply, standing still, his legs wobbling a bit. The wolf grinned at how embarassed his pup was, and churred out a response "Doesn't my little wolf cub know how to take off a diaper?" while pointing at the tapes. Alex just stood there, a small tear forming in his eyes and running down his cheek. "This is my final warning before I give you strike two." This time Alex vividly imagined another 3 pictures or so of HIM eating the wolf's shit, and slowly untaped the diaper directly in front of the wolf, whimpering softly and openly crying at what he would do to him. This appeared to satisfy the wolf as he began running a bath, soothing Alex's nerves as the tears stopped and he became his normal self again, as normal as he would be being naked in front of a wolf whom he had to refer to as master now as he turned the faucets of the bath.
As the tub filled, the wolf took a seat and pointed him to the toilet, watching Alex sit down as he decided to strike up some conversation "So pup, what did you do for a living before you came here?" Alex snarled a bit as the wolf mentioned him coming here of his own free will, even though that obviously wasn't the case, but quickly returned to his normal expression once he saw the wolf frown. "I was a mover...." the wolf frowned a bit more, slightly disappointed. "...master." The wolf's face returned to normal, satisfied that Alex was being a good pup. Then suddenly the wolf's eyebrows raised up in surprise as he realized something "Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you, if you can recite my full name, i'll let you go and never mention this ordeal again"
Alex jumped, wondering if the wolf really meant it. All he had to do was say his name? That's easy, he remembered it like it was yesterday(It was.) Alex opened his mouth in joy, but saying nothing as he fully realized that he didn't remember the wolf's name at all. After a few seconds of awkward silence, which Damien Enoch Ithaqua enjoyed down to the last millisecond, he began crying, HARD. All he had to do was recite that wolf's name, and he was fucking dumb enough to forget it. He began hating himself, slouching down on the toilet as the wolf leaned over him, a slightly sympathetic look on his face "Don't feel bad about it, cub, I'm sure you'll remember someday. Oh look! Your bath's ready!" At that, he helped Alex up, before guiding his crying naked body into the bathtub, Alex's skin tingling at the feel of the warm water washing over his fur. As he reached up to get some shampoo to wash himself with, he found his hand quickly swatted away "Ah-ah-ah, baby wolves don't get to wash themselves." The wolf appeared to be enjoying himself as he began lathering some shampoo into the tense canine's body, rubbing it into his wet fur. Alex sighed as his tears were made invisible, still trying his hardest to remember that fucking wolf's name was. Ugh, it wasn't coming, he didn't have anything to relate it to either. The wolf began massaging him slightly, trying to get Alex to show a reaction, but Alex tensed up even more once he realized the wolf was trying to seduce him. What a fucking pervert. "What, you don't like massages?"
The wolf reached up and got a bottle of conditioner, before putting it into his hands and rubbing it into Alex's fur, making sure he got down to his skin. A few seconds later a slight smell begins wafting in front of his nostrils. Wait, was that baby powder? That wolf was using baby powder-scented shampoo?? Still unable to speak without his voice trembling, he instinctively backed away from the offensive scented conditioner. It all hit him like a ton of bricks. Here he was about to become a wolf cub in some way, trapped by a wolf who was going to keep him here until he found out his name, and even worse, he was going to be wearing diapers the entire time....
A thought occured to him, why not just deck the fucker and book home? Good idea! He snarled and bent back to punch the wolf. He threw it, and the wolf simply stood there, the smile on his face that of a parent who is waiting for a wayward child to stop misbehaving and learn to reason. Alex realised something was wrong. He tried to stop, he really did. He saw far too late that the wolf was positioned in such a way as to counter any punch thrown from any direction. Before he knew it, his arm was pressed against his back and he was facing the opposite direction. "LET ME GO YOU FUCKING PRICK! I'M NOT YOUR BABY WOLF OR WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT ME TO BE. YOU FUCKING PSYCHO, YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE! NOW LET ME GO BEFORE I DO SOME REAL FUCKING DAMAGE!"
"Now, now cub, keep talking like that, and I'll be forced to give you strike two," cooed the wolf as he began pouring a gray dye into the bathtub. Alex realized what he had meant by wolf cub now, he was going to change the color of his fur. Alex had fucking had it, all he had to do was get out and he'd be home free, and here he was getting dyed silver! He squirmed, trying to get out of the wolf's grip and not drown at the same time. As he did the wolf frowned and pulled out a syringe, whispered "Strike two" into his ear, and injected him. His last sights before blacking out was the wolf continuing to rub the conditioner into his partially silver fur.
He awoke, his head slightly groggy, in the same crib he had been in originally. He didn't need the lights on to know that he probably resembled a wolf now to a much greater deal than he had before. He ran his paws down his body, feeling where his fur had been strategically clipped to make him look leaner and more wolf like. His fur was almost certainly grey and silver now, thanks to the dye. His hands reached his waist and there was a dull, crisp noise as he touched the suddenly ever present diaper. He realized to some horror that it felt heavier than when he had woken up before, and that he had wet it in his unconcious state.
He considered briefly taking it off, but god knew he didn't want to catch a strike three, and he was genuinely starting to fear this wolf. No one had ever caught one of his punches before, in fact, he prided himself on one thing above all others, and that was speed. The fact that the wolf had not only caught his punch and then turned it against him, but had seen it coming was what really frightened him. He wondered if this may not be as bad as it seemed, the wolf didn't seem to want to cause him any pain, and even if the wolf was interested in him sexually, well, that only provided Alex with an ample shot at violence towards his most intimate parts. He sighed and layed back, wondering if the wolf was watching him even now, hiding in the shadows of the room, or even through cameras or something. He couldn't afford to get paranoid.
He got up and walked around. A crinkling noise startled him and he extended his claws on instinct. False alarm, it was his...ugh....... diaper... The damn thing wouldn't let him stop paying attention to it for a second. Crinkle aside, he began scaling his crib to find out the lengths. It was around 6x8 feet wide, and 5 feet 11 inches tall, scarcely 3 inches below his skull. Damn that was annoying.
The door opened again after a good 20 minutes of scaling, and a lightswitch turned on. As he had predicted, his fur was a silvery gray and he looked a bit more wolf-like, and he was in a wet adult diaper, much to his dismay. It was warm too, kind of comfortable once you got past the whole diaper thing. "So, how's my wolf cub this fine day?" He downright hated the term wolf cub, but he answered anyways, since after a few minutes of thought he was not in any place to go against the wolf. Hell, that wolf can not only block but counter his punches, is a good 6 inches taller than him, and judging from the hall he walked through had a lot of money and a lot of power.
Alex's mouth opened. "I'm doing fine today."
The wolf waited for a while, a good 20 seconds at that, then he frowned slightly before continuing the convetsation with his new cub. "I won't remind you again: You're supposed to address me as either master, daddy, or sir, in order from what pleases me most to least. You don't seem to fully comprehend what i've done for you. Even your I.D. now says that you are legally a wolf, and as such you are higher on the social ladder and have more possibilities open to you, so don't even think of complaining about what i've done for you and be grateful for it. Now I would like to hear that sentence corrected, Cub." Alex couldn't believe what he heard. He was a wolf now. A legal wolf, at that. He could get into a college, almost nay college he wanted in fact, but at the price of all of his pride and dignity. He snapped back into reality after a good 10 seconds of hard deep thought when the wolf began tapping his foot impatiently and audibly at the door.
"I'm feeling fine today....." The tapping stopped. "....Master....". He nearly crunched his face at that word. The wolf smiled. He was going to end up raising a good wolf cub after all.
The crib door opened and the wolf motioned him out. Alex decided to behave for once, walking out and following him. The wolf looked back at him, before realizing something. "Oh yeah, wolf cubs have to crawl as well." Alex briefly hesitated, but swallowed his remaining pride and got into a crawling position. "Is anyone going to see me like this...master?" The wolf looked down at him, smiled warmly, and cooed "Of course not, well, not yet." Not yet? People are actually going to see him like this? The thought scared Alex, but he pushed it out of his mind and focused on trying hot to crush his pride as he walked out of the room, crawling like a baby wolf cub. Ergh, this had to be a dream.
The wolf led him through a maze of hallways, and finally to a set of steps. The wolf motioned him up "Cubs can walk down the stairs, but not up." Alex followed him down them, and resumed a crawling position reluctantly, having enjoyed the small shred of dignity that was given to him. He caught sight of the front door. Note to self: Front door near stairs. He took a right, and whiffed the most amazing smell ever. He peered into the next room. Oh god.... Pancakes? He hasn't had those in years... The rest of the table came into view. A full, golden breakfast fit for kings... Fuck strikes, he'd be this guy's wolf cub just for the food! Fresh toast, a grapefruit, orange juice fresh with a peel on the glass, newly cooked bacon, even the Honey Nut Cheerios, which somehow the wolf found out was his favorite cereal! He was in fucking heaven, and for a minute or so he seemed to go into his own world...
"Now wolf cub, this is just a taste. Behave good, and you'll have similar things for lunch and dinner as well. But, if you're naughty, i'll be feeding you dog food and nutrition pills. Understood?"
Alex perked up, and didn't even need to think. "Yes master!" He nodded happily and quickly, drooling at the feast in front of him. "May I eat now, master?" His master only gave a light nod and a chuckle and sat, motioning alex to do so as well. He did, his soaked diaper waving and crinkling as he planted his butt in the chair. It tasted better than it looked... This wolf had to be fucking rich. Where was he anyways? No time for that now, must eat. Oh god, so delicious. The bacon came first... So fucking crispy, followed by the orange juice. Stung his tounge a bit, but that was supposed to happen. Halfway through the cheerios, he began feeling something. HE FUCKING KNEW IT, THE WOLF DRUGGED HIS FOOD! No wait
"Er, master?" The wolf's ears perked up. No wait...his master's ears perked up
"Yes cub?"
"May I be excused to go use the bathroom?"
The wolf chuckled a bit, nearly choking on his pancakes stuffed in his mouth "Cub, look down. Why do you think I put that diaper on you, anyways?" Alex fucking froze. Ugh, shitting his diaper like a fucking animal? But.... The food...foooooooood...... He decided to give it a go. He pushed, hard. After a good 30 seconds, it was done, and he felt an uncomfortable pushing against his hole, but other than that it was quite warm, and slightly comfortable. *sniff* It smells slightly though. Anyways, he began sitting at an awkward angle and continues enjoying his meal. His master looked up.
"Why are you sitting like that, cub?"
Alex paused for a bit "Well, i kind of just used my diaper, and-"
"Don't worry, I can notice you don't like the smell, sitting on it helps that, by mashing it into your fur, and if any plops out, it'll be cleaned up." Damn, this wolf--his master had a dirty fucking mind. He hadn't even considered shit falling out of his diaper, and his master just suggested it like it was nothing. Jesus christ, if that wolf fucks him it'll be the freakiest thing ever. Matters aside, he plopped down and mashed the shit good. His master was right, it stopped smelling so bad as he felt the warm squish as the muddy shit began mixing in with his fur. Anyways, he continued with his breakfast and almost fell asleep of content. The wolf looked up at him "What do you say, cub?"
Oh. "Thank you for the food master, that was the most delicious thing i've had in years!" "Good cub! Now i'm short on diapers right now. As a matter of fact, that's your last one. I ordered some in the mail before you woke up, so it'll be about 3 or 4 days before you get a new one. Understood?" Alex nodded, but only after it did it hit him. Three days. In his own shit. Alex shuddered. This was so new to him. He pushed the thought out of his head after a few seconds, and continued to enjoy his breakfast until he was STUFFED and his stomach gave a nice cute little bulge out in the front. He was afraid his diaper was going to tear off at any minute, as much as he dreaded now thinking of it as casual attire. He was beginning to like this wolf.
He crawled with his master back, but even though the path looked EXACTLY the same, he ended up in a different room. It looked the same, but it didn't exactly have a crib. He looked up at his master, wondering what he was going to do here. He was completely willing to obey, drooling at the though of lunch, despite his bloated stomach. His master just turned to him.
"Sit."
...What? He'd fantasized about a LOT of stuff, being given orders like a dog one of them, since it happened at school when he was a cub. But now that it was being shoved into his face, and he had an opinion of his own, he wasn't so sure...
He subconsciously and obediently sat on his butt, mashing the shit around the seat of his diaper. "Roll over." He did the same and rolled over onto his back, showing his master the wet front and bulging back of his diaper without thinking. Oh god, was he really enjoying this? Seeming to read the thoughts, the wolf gave a casual glance at the tent in the front of his soaked diaper. "Enjoying this, cub?" Once again his dick talked for him, and he whined, folding his ears back and nodding, giving his master the puppy eyes, before blushing deeply "It's nothing to be ashamed about cub, it's only acceptable that such a dirty thing like you loves this treatment." This only caused Alex to blush harder. Was he really enjoying this? He might as well, he had already decided to stay here on account of being treated better than he ever was at home. Hell, his parents are probably glad he's gone. His thoughts were interrupted as the wolf firmly placed a footpaw at the front of his diaper and pressed down, leaking some piss onto the floor. "See? You leaked!" Alex could only nod pitifully, decided that he enjoyed it, as fucked up as it sounded. Come to think of it, he could get used to the whole cub treatment thing, he had liked it a few years ago but then suppressed it once his mom found one of his used diapers in the trash and transformed into a banshee for the next 5 or so hours. "Shake." Alex leaned up and held a limp paw, placing it into his master's paw, as his master shook his hand accordingly "You sure are an obedient cub today" He smiled. This gave alex a somewhat warm feeling, knowing that he pleased his master-Come on alex, at least show some fucking pride. You're in a fucking diaper, now get up and give that wolf a good sock in the face! He promptly pushed the though out of his head, deciding to act like he would in some of the many secret master/pet convos he had with online friends. He decided to obey whatever his master had to say, if only to get that warm feeling some more. He really was enjoying this, and every second of it too...
The wolf felt satisfied at getting his cub to finally submit to him fully, and decided to treat him to a movie in return. He led his cub into a screening room, as alex pissed his diaper some more seeing the size of the plasma TV, causing the wolf to giggle like a schoolgirl and massage the front of alex's diaper with a footpaw as he tagged along on all fours, trying to keep up with him. He popped in The Last Mimzy and they watched it together, in each other's arms.
Alex cuddled up to his master as he watched it, his diaper crinkling as he did. He decided that he loved his new master, and wanted to be the best wolf cub he could be for him, if only in return for blessing Alex with such a home. He nuzzled his master's chest lightly and decided to get something on his own, having begun feeling it during the walk there[0.4 miles, counting the hallways]. "I love you, master..." "I love you too, cub" The wolf returned the nuzzle, and kissed him gently on the forehead, before going back to cuddling. Alex could stay in like this forever, and he hoped he did as he hugged his master like the wolf cub he is.
~FIN