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Kaeden's Commitment

by Draugr

Chapter III: You Can't Always Get What You Want

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Kaeden woke up some indeterminate time later - and immediately closed his eyes as a pounding headache took hold. He didn't know where he was, only that he was thirsty, and he was surrounding by something soft and comfortable - save for an odd moist feeling between his legs.

Willing himself through the pain, he forced his eyes open, slowly letting them adjust to the light - dim light, but he wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping, either. It must have been awhile. After a few moments, he noticed that the nice soft feeling was some kind of thick blanket wrapped around him - swaddling, almost. He managed to shake himself loose, only to look down and find himself wearing the last thing he expected: a soft fleece baby-blue footed and mitted sleeper. There was a pacifier clipped to his collar - a collar that didn't feel like his old one. As his perception washed further down his body, it didn't take more than a cautious poke of his paw to realize that he was also wearing a diaper, and that it was very wet.

At this realization, Kaeden exclaimed a_very_rude word, with a few more choice words to follow.

He heard footsteps in the hall, and someone charged into the room - who, he could not see, because they flipped on the lights resulting in new momentary blindness.

"G-get... get away from me! What's going on! I... I know how to fight, so stay back." Kaeden let out a few feeble swings of his arms, before wincing in pain.

"Oh, puppy, please, don't move around so much. I know you're scared and confused, but you're still very sore from your accident."

"What? I'm... I'm not a puppy! What the hell am I doing here? Why am I... what's with the... " he stammered, unable to say the 'd' word aloud. As his eyes finally adjusted, he saw, outside the bars of his crib, a female Great Pyrenees, wearing a look of concern.

"Your diaper? Honey, you're not potty-trained yet. And if my nose serves me well, you're not quite ready to try that, either."

This remark resulted in another string of expletives - which resulted in a very stern look from the Pyrenees.

"Kaeden, I want to help you figure out what is going on, but you cannot use that kind of language in my home. Is that clear?"

"What is wrong with you, you sick freak? You abduct me, stick me in a, a... a diaper, and... what is this? You can't do this to me, you perverted b-"

"Enough," a male voice said, one that Kaeden recognized very well. He immediately shut his muzzle, the Rottweiler having already established the pecking order. "You will not disrespect Ashleigh. Your caregiver deserves better."

"Please, Kaeden," Ashleigh continued. "Calm down so I can help you understand what is going on. Can you do that for me, pup?"

"I'm_not_a puppy!"

Ashleigh sighed, although it was laced less with overtones of frustration than it was disappointment. "Puppy, you're in a crib, wearing a footed sleeper, and you have a_very_wet diaper that needs changed. If you continue using language like this, I will send you back to bed and you won't be changed until morning, assuming you can behave then."

Of course, this was an empty threat - even if she wasn't bound to consider her puppy's health first, she was too kind-hearted to leave the Shepherd to suffer in a soggy diaper all night. However, Kaeden didn't need to know this.

Kaeden was still breathing heavily, angry and confused, but forced himself to settle down. Cursing and lashing out was going to get him nowhere. He had to play this smart.

"I... I'll... play along. For now. I'm thirsty. How long have I been out?"

"We can take care of that in a minute," the motherly Pyrenees said. "You've been sleeping for the better part of two days. You only woke up once long enough to get a drink and be fed."

"I... I don't even remember that."

"You were pretty stressed out, and your body was still hurting very badly from the car crash. It doesn't take a high-speed collision to stress your body, little one. The sleep did you good, so I didn't try to keep you up."

Kaeden raised his brow. Her words indicated that she only wanted to help him... but something more was going on here. And Rashid was there too, whom had already proven he couldn't be trusted. He didn't trust this Pyrenees lady any further than he could throw her, and right now he couldn't even get out of his crib.

"I'm going to get you out of your crib so we can get you changed, and then we'll get you a bottle of warm milk. Are you okay now?"

Kaeden nodded, but mentally prepared himself. He kept his body relaxed, so as not to tip them off, but he was preparing to strike, and run off. He felt kind of bad that he was about to hurt Ashleigh, but she was part of whatever sort of twisted abduction this was, too.

Unfortunately, both Ashleigh and Rashid were expecting this possibility, and Ashleigh easily dodged his poorly-aimed punch.

"_Bad_puppy,_very_bad!" she exclaimed, as he toppled out of his crib. Rashid was on him in seconds, holding him down. Kaeden was too sore, and being held in some sort of lock besides, to put up a fight - but his mouth did that for him.

"Kaeden, no," she sternly reprimanded. She went over to some sort of soft-topped table - one Kaeden would learn later was his_changing_table - and picked up a flat object. As she got closer, the captive dog realized what it was: a bar of soap. She couldn't possibly mean to...

"Open your mouth, pup. I told you that kind of language would not be tolerated." He pressed his lips very tightly together, but Rashid reached down and pinched at the corners of his jaws, forcing them open. He tried to bite, but the Rottweiler was simply too strong. Ashleigh pushed the bar of soap into his muzzle, thoroughly rubbing his tongue with it. The entire ordeal only lasted a few seconds, but was incredibly unpleasant. After the bar was removed, Kaeden started gagging, trying to get the taste out, but it didn't work.

"What the-" he started to yell, only to have the bar of soap preemptively shoved in his muzzle. He tried to bite down on Ashleigh's fingers, but Rashid was already holding his mouth open again. This time it lasted a bit longer, but Kaeden finally relented and stopped swearing.

He stared in stoney silence, directing as much hate at Ashleigh as he could with his expression. "I know that's unpleasant, Kaeden, but it's for your own good. You'll learn that in time."

Kaeden growled, and started to struggle, ignoring the pain it caused him. Ashleigh sighed, holding her head down.

"Help me get him up to the changing table. I'm not going to send the poor thing to bed wet." Rashid nodded, and with Ashleigh's help, got the writhing Shepherd atop the table. The changing table had a set of restraints for his wrists and ankles, and one to go across his neck, and another for his stomach. By the time he was done, he couldn't do much more than wiggle furiously.

After undoing the snaps running down and between her charge's legs, Ashleigh made quick work of removing his soiled diaper - popping open four tapes on the front, and loosening a strap so she could get at the tape above his tail. She then lifted his legs up, and pulled the wet garment underneath him, taping it up into a ball and laying it near Kaeden's head. The Shepherd, for his part, was quite subdued - he felt vulnerable, humiliated, and worst of all, very,_very_submissive. Those kinds of feelings were not for real men, Kaeden knew, which made him feel all that more like a complete failure.

Despite the fact that he did not know these two people, and did not much care for them either, he found himself mortified of what they would think of him after seeing him naked like this. He had skipped more than a few gym classes in school after locker room antics simply gave his tormentors more ammunition. He said nothing save but for the noises of a few soft whines and whimpers, which were responded to by gentle hushing from the Pyrenees.

She pulled out a diaper from beneath the changing table, and for the first time Kaeden realized it had some sort of ridiculous infantile print on the taping panel - some sort of cartoony-looking puppy, with bones and fire hydrants spaced around the repeating animal pattern. He couldn't help but groan, which the two "adults" in the room both ignored. She just as quickly re-diapered her charge, and Kaeden begrudgingly had to admit to himself that the dry diaper felt so much better, though he'd obviously rather not be wearing one at all.

"Rashid, I think you can leave now," Ashleigh said gently. "Kaeden is going to be good and not give me any more trouble, aren't you?" she said, looking at him sternly. The oversized puppy nodded, and meant it: information was good, and it might help him get out of this place. He would not get violent, not for now.

"Good boy," she said. "I'm willing to trust you, can you do the same for me?"

No, Kaeden thought.You've abducted me, forced me into diapers, and are treating me like an infant puppy.

He nodded anyway, after a brief pause. Ashleigh sighed. "Kaeden, I can tell when you are lying to me. I'm a very experienced caregiver. But that's okay. I'm going to feed you a bottle of milk, and explain a little bit about what is going on. After that you can ask me any question you want, though I can't promise I'll be able to answer them. There are some things you can't know yet, little one." Kaeden wrinkled his nose at the title, but said nothing.

"I can feed myself," he said. "And I'm not going to drink out of a da... a darn bottle." Ashleigh's eyebrows furrowed, but evidently considered that an acceptable word.

"You're very dehydrated Kaeden, and I imagine you have a terrible headache. I'll allow you to try and nurse your own bottle, but if you can't, I'm going to do it, and you are not going to resist. Are we clear?"

Kaeden considered this an acceptable compromise - any other time he would have simply refused to participate, but he_was_very thirsty. Besides, this was an easy bet to win. He just had to suck on a bottle for a bit - not exactly the least humiliating thing that had happened to him in the past few minutes. He nodded his head.

Ashleigh then did back up the snaps on his sleeper, and undid the restraints on the changing table, picking the comparatively small male Shepherd up under his arms. She carried him over to a rocking chair much like one would carry an infant over their shoulder - one hand across his back, and the other supporting his padded bottom. True to his word, Kaeden did not resist nor fight - even if he wasn't entirely drained of energy by this point, he could still smell Rashid nearby, and wasn't about to chance another encounter with him.

"Here you go, sweetie," Ashleigh said, allowing him to grasp a puppy bottle with his mittens. However, the thick fleece was so smooth the bottle slipped right through his paws and dropped into his tummy. He grimaced, his bruised stomach protesting, but the pain was manageable. He tried picking it up a few more times, but even when he managed to get a grip on it, maneuvering it around to his muzzle so he could nurse proved impossible. It would just simply slip through the sleeper's mitts.

"I can't... you tricked me," he said accusingly, finally giving up.

"No, puppy, I didn't. I believe you could have done it, if you kept trying. Besides, you knew your paws were mitted before you agreed." Kaeden had to reluctantly agree - his entire life had been spent giving up on everything, and this was just one more example, however small.

Ashleigh picked up the bottle and brought it to her charge's muzzle. Despite his deal, he initially resisted, closing his mouth tightly at the touch of the nipple, but Ashleigh simply pressed in against his lips until his dehydrated body took over for him and accepted the bottle.

"That's a good boy, Kaeden. No need to be so fussy."

As Kaeden nursed, he tried to put aside any feelings of adult pride. Besides, a bottle feeding was hardly much of a blow to his pride after he'd been strapped down to a table and had his wet diaper changed.

Ashleigh, true to her word, told him a little bit about his situation. After a few seconds of nursing, she began. "You're here because you need help, sweetie. You don't think very much of yourself, but I think you are very special, and I want to help you see that. There are others in your life, too, who want the same for you."

Kaeden couldn't help but wonder who those people would be, and how she knew how little he thought of himself. Ashleigh pulled the nipple of the bottle away so he could reply, and Kaeden found himself quite embarrassed when he automatically pulled after it.

Fighting the growing flush of humiliation, he answered. "I don't want any of this," he growled, trying to sound fierce despite his appearance and predicament.

"I don't doubt that, puppy," she said. "But if you try sometime, well, you just might find you get what you need. That's really all I can tell you at this point, sweetheart. It's okay to be afraid and uncertain, I know this will be hard for you, but try to cooperate and things will become more clear in time."

Fat chance of that, the Shepherd thought.First opportunity I get, I'm out of here.

Ashleigh pulled the bottle away, now empty. "What do you think about that, pup?"

Kaeden said nothing, brooding. She had caught his lie so easily before, and he wasn't about to lie to her again - and he certainly wasn't going to verbalize the truth.

"I suspect you've still got quite a bit of fight in you, don't you, pup? I wish we didn't have to go through all that, but I'll be here for you the entire time. I promise."

"I don't believe you," Kaeden finally spoke up. "All you've done so far is hurt me. Why should I believe you'll start helping me now?"

Ashleigh looked genuinely upset at this, almost making Kaiden regret the harsh comments. "Kaeden, I would never hurt you! I care about you a great deal and only want you to get better."

"Better from what? And how can I get better if you're just h-"

"Puppy, I have not and never will hurt you. I may do some things you don't like, but please trust me when I say everything I do is to help you. I never touched you inappropriately during your diaper change, did I? I've been gentle with you. I haven't struck you, or used the injuries from your crash against you, even after you tried to hit me."

Kaeden laid his ears back and subconsciously tucked his tail - he_did_feel bad about that. And he had to concede that she did have a point, even if he didn't see how getting his mouth washed out with soap would "help" him. He couldn't really say that she was "hurting him" - if he was supposed to be a puppy in whatever... thing... this was, then getting his mouth washed out for using bad language would be normal. Kaeden knew he was not a puppy though - if only he could get this Pyrenees to agree to that.

"It's okay, puppy. Normally you'd be punished for doing that, but I understand you're scared and uncertain. We can look over that this time. Now, before I put you to bed, I want to make one thing clear: I will not tolerate swearing, and you will be soaped for that, and if you ever use your words to tear me or anyone else down again, I will send you to bed with a bar of soap tied in your muzzle. Is that clear, Kaeden?"

Her charge nodded, not doubting at all that she would follow through on her promise.

"Hmm. Well, I think it's a certain puppy's bedtime. You've got a lot of 'firsts' tomorrow and it's very important you be well-rested for it."

Kaeden glanced over a clock on the wall of the nursery at mention of his "bedtime."

"But it's only eight in the evening!" he protested.

"Yes, it is, sweetheart," she said, carrying him over to his crib, just as she'd carried him from his crib to the chair. He briefly tensed up as they got near the crib, which got a small reaction from Ashleigh - realizing she still had the upper hand, he relaxed again, resigning himself to avoid doing anything physical. For some reason, he was starting to like this crazy Pyrenees lady who was forcing him to be her "puppy" - and he really didn't want to hurt her.

He sighed in comfort as he was laid down on the soft mattress, and Ashleigh pulled a light blue blanket over him - a color just slightly deeper than the sleeper he was wearing. She leaned over to give him a soft lick atop his head, something that surprised him.

"I'm going to leave this puppy bottle attached to the bars of your crib she said," pulling them up and locking them in place. "If you get thirsty you can just roll over and nurse during the night. It was hard keeping you awake long enough to get hydrated - I know you don't remember any of that, but we were a bit worried for you. I'm glad you've come out of it. Sleep well, dear. I'll be here first thing in the morning to take care of you."

"I just want to be alone, if it's all the same."

Ashleigh shook her head softly as she walked to the door and turned out the light. "I can't help you get better if I leave you alone, sweetie. I want to see you succeed. But I can grant your wish, at least for a short time. Now hush, it's past your bedtime." She closed the door to the room, bathing the nursery in darkness - and despite his earlier insistence that he didn't need to go to bed, he fell promptly asleep.

Outside the nursery, however, Rashid and Ashleigh had a conversation unheard by the 'puppy.'

"Are you sure he'll be okay?" she asked. "He seems coherent, but..."

"He'll be fine. I've sedated drunk dogs before. I think he must have just been resistant."

"I know, but that was just so close."

"I couldn't stop him from getting in his car without having a fight in the parking lot, and that would have invited a lot of unwelcome questions. I followed him, if it makes you feel any better. Closely. I wouldn't have let him get into a severe wreck."

"You couldn't have stopped him anyway, though?"

"He wasn't going fast enough to get seriously injured. He's fine, Ashleigh, just a little sore. Tomorrow you'll wish he was still bedridden."