Tales of a Crinkly Nature - Familliar
Soooo...more of the same kind of thing from me. Because that's what I do...
"Hey Mom, Happy Early Mother's Day!" Familliar said, planting a kiss on his mother's cheek, "I'm off to Aunty Velma's house to watch their sons for the weekend. I'll see you Monday."
"Thank you, sweetie. I appreciate you spending your college break on my sister. Such a good puppy I have!" she teased, returning the affection.
"Mmhmm. Have fun at the spa, mom. Love you!"
The gray wolf wasn't thrilled to watch Justin, the teenage brat. Justin was arrogant, mischievous and plain disobedient. The kid was intelligent, but failed to understand social dynamics, often berating his elders and talking down to other furs his age.
Kevin, the younger brother by a year, wasn't as ill-behaved, but he did have a bladder issue that made him dependent on diapers. That, and he would do anything for his older brother. Often times, Justin would blame Kevin for his pranks, even when caught red-handed, and Kevin would just go along with it.
Familliar was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt, though. After all, the pair were older than the last time he watched them. Wolves went through puberty fairly early compared to other furs, after all, and once they'd gone through it, they often became much more mature in nature. Besides, they seemed to stay out of trouble at the family reunions.
He took a deep breath, relaxed, and knocked on the door.
Aunt Velma swung the door open almost instantly and enveloped the gray wolf in a monstrous embrace, proving incredibly strong for her petite stature. "Oh my god!" she screeched with such a high pitched voice that it threatened to rupture the wolf's eardrums. "It's so good to see you, Familliar! The boys are in back. Justin is a little mad that his cousin is coming over to watch him when he's already so old, but he'll be fine. Just give him a minute to cool down. As for Kevin, he couldn't be happier to see you. He hopes you'll play that video game with him...that one you two played last time?"
Familliar tried to hide his disdain for what sounded like the same old Justin as he took a moment to catch his breath from the sudden release of air. "Right. It's good to see you too, Aunty. And thanks for letting me know. You're not headed out right now, are you?"
"But I am! Your mother said that you were heading over and it's been so long since I've had a spa weekend with her. It was supposed to be the hubby and I, but he said that the girls would hang out at the spa and he and your father would go for a camping trip. Can you imagine?" she chuckled, apparently finding it hilarious. "In any case, the keys are on the counter, numbers are on the fridge, and if you need anything, there's emergency money in my purse under my bed. Love you baby!"
And just like that, the ever-surprising Velma scooted off, suitcase in tow to her Cadillac before peeling out of the driveway like a bat out of hell. Familliar barely managed to yell out "Happy Mother's Day," before she disappeared down the street.
"Hey cuz," a familiar voice called behind him. When Familliar turned around, a black wolf was standing there meekly. Not that it impacted how big he was. If it werent for the fact that the young wolf was slouching, he'd be as tall, if not more so, as his older cousin. The nervous canine cast his eyes down shyly, twisting his feet this way and that. It would've been adorable if he weren't too old for that kind of stuff by now.
Familliar took a second to register that this was Kevin. The tyke had grown so quickly. Granted, Familliar himself wasn't very large to begin with. "Wow, is that you, Kev? You look just like your dad. Have you been working out?"
The young wolf's tail wagged, and along with it came a distinct crinkling that betrayed his little secret. He hardly seemed to care at this point. "Yeah! Justin hasn't been playing with me that often anymore, so I started running and weight-training with dad!"
"Well it shows. Sheesh, you're bigger than I am now. I don't even know why I'm watching you," came the friendly response as he tussled his cousin's black headfur.
Kevin looked a little shy, "umm, yeah...Justin's mad about that. But it's because we snuck out to go to a concert a month ago. But we really don't need a babysitter! Justin's even got college acceptance letters, already! He thinks it's embarrassing, especially...um."
Familliar sighed. Looks like Justin hadn't changed much at all. "Is it the hair thing?"
"Yeah..." the black wolf replied meekly, "he says it makes you look like a girl when you dye your hair and wear skinny clothes."
Familliar blushed a little at the comparison but tried not to let it upset him too much, "and what do you think?"
"I dunno. It's strange that your hair is two colors, but some of my friends at school do it. Don't tell Justin I told you, but he even wanted to dye it blue for a while. Mom wouldn't let him. As for me, I like looking like dad, so I don't want to."
Familliar snickered, "well that's fine, then. I probably should check up on Justin, though. We've got to make sure he hasn't escaped, right?"
Kevin giggled a little childishly for his age, but he couldn't really complain. It was cute.
After a brief walk through the halls, seeming to remember where everything was, Familliar knocked on Justin's door. "You there, Justin?"
"Go away!" he said calmly, but with obvious aggression behind it. His voice had gotten deeper and he didn't screech as he once did before, so that was an improvement, at least. "I'm doing stuff!"
"Maybe it would be better to let him calm down a little longer," Familliar whispered to the younger of the two.
Kevin nodded his agreement.
"Alright Justin, but if you need anything, let me know."
"I don't need you to do anything for me! I'm a grown wolf!" the canine barked out.
The tone was slightly annoying, and while it should've been a true statement, it definitely didn't sound that way. Still, Familliar grit his teeth, "well I'll just be out here, anyway."
No response. At least it didn't turn into a shouting match.
"Awww, no fair!" Kevin whined as he tilted back and forth on the couch, subconsciously moving along with the motions of his character on the screen. "The game is all laggy!"
"What are you talking about? You're number 1 on the scoreboard! We're doing great." Familliar said with an air of incredulity.
"But that guy stole my kill! It wouldn't have happened if our internet wasn't so slow!"
"Sure sure," Familliar said, rolling his eyes as the game came to an end with the two of them leading the pack. The house's internet was fine. Things did seem different on this console than at home, but not it any significant way that he could put his finger on. "You're really good at this. You've been playing a lot?"
"Mmhmm! Justin's been playing some weird stuff on his computer and he gets mad when I try to look at any of it, so I play games out here instead."
Familliar snickered a bit. It was probably porn, but he didn't know how well Kevin would take to hearing that, so he let it be.
"Mind taking a break?" Kevin said with a little urgency in his voice.
"So soon?"
"Yeah...um, excuse me!" he said, hightailing it out of the room before a whine could be heard from down the hall, and Kevin came slouching back.
"Something wrong?" Familliar asked, dumbfounded.
Kevin blushed. "Would you, um...change me?"
A shiver ran down Familliar's spine. It's not that he wouldn't change his younger cousin's diaper, but the black wolf was as big as him! Not to mention, he'd have to touch the wolf's private area to do that. "I...uh..."
"It's just...Justin usually does it and I don't want him to be mad at me for bothering him." The black wolf tucked his legs inwardly and pouted.
Something stirred inside Familliar, but he was more shocked by the fact that Justin was changing his brother, even at this age. Something was definitely off. He was about to deny the request to avoid any problems, when the urge to urinate came all too suddenly. The gray wolf's eyes went large and he hurriedly replied "be right back," as he ran through the hall.
He nearly crashed against the wall and his socks barely let him grab any traction. "Where the hell was that bathroom?" he cried, holding his crotch in urgency. Why did his Aunt's house have to be so big? Suddenly, he remembered! It was there, at the end of the hall! He nearly sprinted down the hall, then grabbed the handle, only to find that it was locked! "Fuuuucckkk!" Familliar cried, trying to think of another room, remembering his Aunt's master bathroom, when all of a sudden the need became too great. He tucked his legs inwards and whimpered as a dribble of fluid began to stain his underwear. He stayed there for a few moments, trying to stop it. He took a step towards his Aunt's room, but all it did was break his control. "Noooooo!" he whined, as a trickle began to flow down his pantleg. He managed another step, but the floodgates were open. Those thin lines quickly grew to dark wet patches, dripping all the way down to his socks and the floor.
He heard a sigh from nearby, and the shocked and embarrassed Familliar jerked his head around to see a teenaged white wolf, slightly smaller than himself, looking awfully annoyed. "I'd like to say that I'm sorry, but I'm really not. Just know that you're going to clean that up!" The white wolf held up a strange looking device and a bright light flashed out from the end of it. And then there was darkness.
"But Mom! Do I have to?" Familliar whined, sulking on the couch in a crouched up ball.
"Of course you do, baby," the elder wolf responded, sounding all too annoyed. "We need someone around to help you get into diapers. I mean, come on, you've started having accidents in the daytime now, too!"
"But why does it have to be cousin Justin? Can't I just do it myself?"
"Justin knows how to deal with bigger diaper-wearers like you. After all, he helps with Kevin all the time. You two aren't that different in size."
"Now be a good boy for Mommy while you're visiting Aunty Velma's, okay?"
Familliar sulked, "Okay..."
When Familliar woke up, he was sitting on a changing table with Justin just finishing up taping him. "H-Hey!" he cried, blushing a deep red and going to cover his crotch out of instinct.
"Awww, is the little baby awake?" the white wolf teased, patting the bottom of Familliar's diaper anyway, provoking a loud crinkling sound from it.
Familliar turned to the side and pouted, "Just because my mom told you to help change me doesn't mean you get to talk to me that way! I'm older than you are!"
"Your clothes would definitely disagree!" Justin smirked, batting the older wolf's paws away.
"What are you talking--oh my god!" Familliar shrieked as he noticed the baby blocks on the front of his diaper and the too short toddler shirt with a pacifier drawn on it. Aside from that, all his other clothes had been stripped off.
A flash of light interrupted what was sure to be a violent struggle, but this time it was from something more mundane - a camera.
"Welp, fancy stuff nowadays - bluetooth cameras. All it takes is one button press to download this stuff to your facebook. Nice password, by the way - 'Familliar1234.' Pfft."
Familliar went stone cold and he bit back his hatred for the little punk.
"That's better. Now that I know you'll behave, why don't you go clean up that mess you made in the hall before you had your accident, hmm?"
Familliar grumbled, but he jumped down from the table and took the offered rag just the same. "I don't suppose I get to wear my pants over these?" he growled.
Justin chuckled. "You can try! But they're in the wash and I doubt they'd fit with that huge diaper on you anyway!"
Familliar cursed under his breath all the way down the hallway, blushing more than a little when he got to the spot and found that it was difficult to actually bend over due to the thick padding between his legs. He struggled a little, but eventually managed to get down to his knees in order to wipe it up. He couldn't say that he enjoyed the degredation of the situation, but he couldn't exactly say no when his cousin was blackmailing him. Somehow, the thought of being forced to do something so humiliating excited him, however. Before he could dwell too heavily on it, Kevin came down the hall.
"Cuz?" The black wolf seemed really confused. "I didn't know you needed diapers, too."
The gray wolf wanted to hide so badly at this moment from the younger cousin, but it was far too late for that. "Sorry, Kev...I was embarrassed to tell you but I really came over so that Justin could help change my diapers whenever I had an accident."
Kevin seemed delighted at that "Oh! That makes so much more sense. I thought that my big bro was too old for a babysitter. So you were the baby, then, not him!"
Familliar blushed at the phrasing, and he couldn't exactly argue with it, given his attire.
"But why are you dressed like that?"
"Ugh. I didn't have a diaper on when I got here and I wet my pants, so my clothes are in the wash. It's what Justin put me in for the meantime."
"Oh. I guess that's alright. Justin makes me wear baby clothes too sometimes. He says I'm really cute in them. I don't mind too much because he spends more time with me that way!"
Something felt off about that statement. He didn't have any time to ask, though, as the black canine quickly jerked Familliar's paw upwards and rushed him back off to the game.
"W-wait!" Familliar cried, having a hard time keeping up with his spry cousin with the thick padding between his legs obstructing his movements.
"Hehe. You're all red, cousin!" Kevin joked as he very nearly threw Familliar onto the gaming couch.
"W-well yeah! This is humiliating! I'm waddling like a 2 year old!"
"It's not that bad. Here, I'll show you! You get used to it!" Off went Kevin's pants and sure enough, there was a diaper. This one was a plain white, however, and not nearly as thick as his own. Upon removing it, Kevin pounced upon the couch to join Familliar. Then went the shirt, leaving the muscly black wolf in nothing but his infantile garment as he was straddled over his older cousin.
Familliar gulped. This was probably innocent enough for Kevin, but for him, it was causing a stirring in his loins. For some reason, he was very enticed. He was just glad that the thick padding was hiding his erection.
"Why are you more red than before, cuz? Dad did the same thing with me when I had to wear diapers to show me they weren't so bad."
The mental image of the two wolves in diapers nearly gave the gray wolf a nosebleed as he got hot under the collar. Not withstanding that his younger cousin was trying to show him that wearing diapers wasn't so bad. Why was this so arousing for him. "I-It's fine! Let's just play! T-The game! The game I mean."
The black wolf looked disappointed, but he grabbed the controller nonetheless and started a new match. The game went mostly the same. Kevin was doing remarkably well and Familliar was close behind. They played a few matches in close succession when Familliar started to get up to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately for him, the match had already started and he decided to wait it out. It was a terrible mistake on his part, for the urge to pee intensified manyfold in just the span of a few seconds.
"No! Come on, Familliar. You were supposed to watch my back! That guy knifed me!"
"I'm -- I'm --" Familliar struggled, his paws jumbling up whenever he tried to aim. He couldn't get a focus.
Kevin cast an annoyed glare at the gray wolf, that quickly changed to one of understanding. "Do you have to...you know?"
"No!" he cried, though his wiggling betrayed himself. "I can finish!"
"You know...you're wearing a diaper, right?"
"I don't want to! I can make it!"
Kevin put his controller down and placed his paws on Familliar's.
"What are you?" Familliar gasped in surprise and pleasure as Kevin placed his cousin's paw on his already soaked diaper. "Your diaper...I-it's warm."
"Mmhmm." Kevin then placed his other paw on Familliar's diaper "it's okay. I'm not gonna make fun of you for wetting your diaper."
Familliar didn't need the encouragement though. Just the warm sensation on his paw was enough to force his bladder loose. Whimpering in defeat, he placed his arms around his young cousin's body as he began to soak his diaper. It was such a strange feeling, the warmth filling the plastic garment and warming his crotch even as it flared to life in different ways.
And then he was in the air. Kevin had lifted the smaller but older wolf into the air and wrapped Familliar's legs around him like a child. Their wet diapers were pressed against each other and Kevin's paw was on Familliar's rump for support. "It's okay, cuz. You don't have to be shy. I don't mind."
Familliar couldn't be sure, but it sure felt like the black wolf's crotch was tenting against his rump. The diaper was thick, however, and it could've just been his imagination.
"Well well well. What do we have here?" Justin snickered from behind the couch. "I don't remember letting you go to play video games, little cousin.
Familliar started to growl, but then he remembered the pictures. He tried to let go of Kevin but the wolf had a firm grip on him even without the support of his arms around his neck.
"It's working better than I thought." Justin said, although it didn't sound like he was speaking to either of them. "Bring him with you, Kev. We're going to play puppy time."
"Yay!" Kevin cried, following along eagerly with Familliar in his arms.
"Wait -" Familliar cried, holding on tightly for fear of being dropped as the black wolf began to move. "What is puppy time?"
"Hehe, you'll see!" Justin said menacingly.
Familliar didn't like the sound of that. Especially because they were heading for the backyard. Outside...where anyone could look over the fence and see him there in his ridiculous clothing. "Please, don't! I don't want to go outside! We can play indoors! I'll be good!"
"Haha! You'll be good either way. Just like the puppies."
Familliar couldn't get a great look since he was looking backwards and trying not to fall, but as the backdoor slid open, two feral pooches came running up, stopping just short of the door where their leashes gave little slack. They were panting and much larger than most dogs he'd seen before. Something was off but it took him a few seconds to get a good enough view -- once Kevin put him down and the dogs began to lick him -- that he realized what these dogs were. "Uncle Sam? Dad!?"
Kevin cast a curious look and Justin gave a menacing laugh.
"Don't be silly," Kevin said, "our parents are out fishing. These are our doggies, Boxer and Kira."
The hackles raised on Familliar's neck even as the 'puppies' continued to lick him. They were collared and leashed, but they were definitely their parents. And what was worse, they were fully erect and it didn't look promising as they began to sniff at Familliar's crotch. He was awfully surprised to see them that way. And even more surprised to see that his muscular uncle wasn't so 'gifted' downstairs.
"Go inside and grab another collar and leash, Kev." Justin commanded, albeit friendlier than he would've to Familliar.
"Okay bro! Just one? Does that mean I'm gonna be a puppy or is Familliar?"
"You'll see," came the dubious reply.
As soon as the black wolf disappeared indoors, diaper crinkling loudly all the way due to the speed at which his tail wagged, Justin leaned down to Familliar's level. And the gray wolf couldn't be any more uncertain, despite his arousal.
"You're probably wondering, 'why in the world are our parents doing naked in the yard' and why doesn't Kevin recognize him. You might even wonder what they're doing collared and leashed. And if I hadn't zapped your memory, earlier, you'd probably even be wondering why you're dressed like a baby and wetting your diapers. Well...I'm not sorry to say that I won't be telling you anything and you'll just have to figure it out along the way."
Familliar wanted to run - to hide somewhere and sort this all out in his head, but he was paralyzed by that gaze. For some reason, ever since they'd come outside, his limbs wouldn't respond well.
"Got them bro!" Kevin cried, huffing and puffing with a set of gear in his paws. "Now will you tell me who gets to be the puppy?"
"Just Familliar for now, but you'll get to do something even more fun!"
"Oh! What's that bro?"
"I'll tell you in a second. For now, get cousin Familliar ready."
It didn't even seem strange to Kevin at all. Familliar honestly tried to keep himself from getting collared, but his movements were stiff and slow. Kevin very easily managed to put the lead on without much trouble at all.
"As for you, Familliar, you're a puppy now. Get on all fours!"
"I-I-" Familliar wasn't going to do that! It was humiliating! But without his permission, his body couldn't help itself with that gaze cast upon him. And his erection only worsened at the sternness of his commands.
No sooner than he'd done that did the two 'dogs' begin sniffing more intensely. His father was behind him and his Uncle in front, licking his face. The muscular black wolf's tongue uncaringly invaded his nephew's muzzle, lapping away and forcing an unexpected moan from Familliar's maw. Even though the gray wolf knew better, he couldn't help but return the affection.
Of course, Kevin couldn't let him enjoy it for too long. "Mount him, boys." he called. And without any hesitation, he felt his father's weight on his back, the thick erection threatening to penetrate his swollen diaper. His uncle didn't even have the slightest hestitation in pulling his tongue out, but struggled a little bit more as Familliar's muzzle wasn't as stationary as his rump had been. Familliar tried to turn away, but once that thick cock was placed at his face he had a good whiff and shuddered. Against his will, he took in the tip of the canine cock both out of a growing curiousity and to hopefully not have to deepthroat the thing. His uncle wasn't having any of that however, and forced the rest of his penis down Familliar's throat, prompting a gag from the gray wolf from its sudden rough entrance.
"It's alright, doggy," Kevin cooed stroking his cousin's ears as if he were convinced that he was an actual puppy. "Boxer won't hurt you. But you'd better not spit him out or he might...he bit me once on the shoulder when I played puppy."
Familliar wanted to get the cock out of his muzzle - it was such a strange sensation and he wasn't used to it, but the warning was enough to keep him from trying that. Instead, he licked and fawned instinctively over it, enjoying it more than he wanted to. His own cock was enjoying the whole situation. He managed a moan as a bit of pre leaked into his muzzle and dribbled down his throat. At least the less than average cock wasn't hard to manage.
Then he yelped very loudly, digging his claws into the ground. His father had broken through the diaper, and the tip was forced against his pucker, spreading lube against it as he repeatedly pushed his tip in further and further each time.
Kevin winced and hissed inward, prompting a gut-sinking feeling from the mounted Familliar. He didn't want to know what Kevin was thinking, but he had little control over that, as his muzzle was occupied. "Kira...he's going to bite your shoulder when he cums. He does that. It might hurt."
Somehow, Familliar didn't mind the thought of getting bitten so much, but on the surface, he was whimpering. The pain was bad already from his father's impatient cock, but at least his old man was productive - the precum was doing its work in lubing him up really well. Even so, less than half of his cock had penetrated his son, yet the pain was tempting him to bite down...which he really didn't want to do with his uncle 'Boxer's' cock in his mouth.
Then something strange happened to Familliar just then. His father's prick nudged his prostate, causing Familliar to gasp out suddenly in pleasure. He barely had a second to register this new feeling when his father thrust back out...and then slammed back in, causing that wonderful sensation to intensify. His prostate was flaring with life at the repeated attention. Somewhere inside of him, something stirred - he smelled his uncle's cock and he wanted so badly to take it in him. He felt disturbingly well the thickness of his father's cock and found himself raising his tail higher and pushing back into those invigorated thrusts.
Now that Familliar was eagerly suckling the cock in front of him, 'Boxer' didn't last long. Familliar didn't have any time to prepare for the sudden spurts of cum that spilled into his muzzle. He started to spit it out, but Boxer's cock nearly slipped out and he remembered what Kevin had said about that, so instead he gagged and choked down the pungent liquid. It didn't last long, though. A few seconds and 'Boxer' dismounted, dribbling a few drops over the ground before receding back into his sheath. Familliar moaned, wanting so badly to have that cock filling his muzzle once more, but his cry went unanswered.
"Pfft. Old man can't last 2 minutes. He didn't even knot," Justin growled. "Oh well. It's your turn, lil bro!"
"What!?" Familliar whined, still enough in his own mind to find that thought taboo, not managing to say more before moaning as his uncle's weight wasn't there to hold him from his father slamming that heavy cock into him and forcing him forward a few centimeters each time.
"What do I get to do, Justin?" the younger wolf said with a wag.
"Why don't you mash your diaper in his face like you did with Boxer?"
Familliar gave a silent sigh at that...both at the fact that the muscular wolf had facefucked his father and that the same was about to happen to him.
"Hmmm, okay bro. But I like it better when you do it to me."
"I know, bro, but I've gotta teach Boxer here, a lesson."
"Awww, don't go too hard on him. He's just a puppy."
"Sure, sure. And if you're inspired to do anything else with that other puppy there, feel free."
"You got it bro!"
Familliar didn't know how he felt about this - about being talked about as if he weren't there and used like a sextoy. But it hardly mattered. His body loved it. Even though he knew it was bad, he eagerly began pressing his muzzle against that muscled and wet diapered crotch the minute that Kevin kneeled down in front of him. Even though Kevin was holding the leash and his father was bucking him forward into it, it somehow felt natural to be doing this. He let out a relaxed groan, muffled by the crinkling of the plastic and the heavy panting of the fur behind him.
"Oh wow. Look bro! Familliar's down to the knot!"
Familliar's ears perked at that. It didn't hurt anymore, even though his father was slamming into him without mercy. He definitely felt it, especially the intense feeling of his prostate, but he was loose enough that it didn't feel like he was being ripped open anymore.
"That's great bro. Maybe you'll even be able to get in him afterward."
Familliar took just a moment to look towards Justin and his cheeks blushed at what he saw. His uncle was raising his rump for the white wolf and Justin, completely naked, was pushing a much thicker cock between those asscheeks, teasing his old man even as he was whining for it like a bitch in heat. It was so sexy! He never found Justin to be very attractive, but seeing the white wolf like that in such a powerful position. He yearned for him. If not for his own father pummeling into him, he would've been whining for his cousin's cock right about then.
The sight had distracted him just long enough for him to be surprised when an acrid taste filled his muzzle followed by a meaty weight. Familliar immediately refocused, staring at the diapered crotch before him to see the cock poking through the front - at least twice as big as his uncle's, and that's just what he could see! He didn't much care for the taste, but when he started to pull off, Kevin grabbed his collar and slammed his crotch further in, gagging the gray wolf.
"I don't like being pulled off of either," Kevin growled. "Not while you're the puppy. Bad puppy!"
Familliar's ears flattened and his eyes went wide as the acrid taste was renewed...Kevin was marking his insides! He couldn't do anything but gag and drink it up, made harder by the deep thrusts of his father, behind him. He whimpered but swallowed it down to avoid drowning. The words were strangely powerful and he felt the need to make it up somehow - to be a good puppy for his cousin.
Meanwhile, the whimpering by his uncle had grown nearly pathetic as the strong fur began to raise his rump higher into his son's dick, but Justin wasn't having any of that. He pulled on the leash, restricting his movement, only continuing to tease the older wolf.
Familliar felt somewhat bad for his uncle, but he himself was growing quite satisfied. The taste of urine slowly subsided, instead replaced with the strong musk of his young cousin, who, by the look on his face, seemed to be enjoying himself. The gray wolf's orgasm was growing, but it never tipped over, no matter how powerfully his father or his cousin fucked him. He considered reaching down to touch himself, but somehow he knew that he would be a "bad dog" again.
Then his father did something strange. He was pushing, but there wasn't anything left to give. He was down to the knot, and Familliar began whining as the fucking stopped. Soon, though, he yelped in renewed pain as that knot pushed forward rapidly, locking father and son into place. The thrusts then were short and strong. He had to fight with all his strength just to prevent Kevin's cock from suffocating him.
"You'd better not bite down on me, doggy" Kevin said, panting.
Familliar didn't know why Kevin would say that until a pain spiked in his shoulder - his father had given him a love bite. "A-are you?" Familliar thought to himself, knowing the answer even as his father bred him. Semen rushed into Familliar's rump, the older canine producing a surprising amount that painted and warmed his insides. And even though the knot was in there too tightly to pull out, there was simply too much - cum began spilling out and into his diaper, rewarming the soggy garment. Even this didn't stop his father from bucking, though. Even as the orgasm was likely finished, the virile older gray wolf continued to pound into his son. All the while, Familliar had managed to keep his muzzle open for the increasingly rapid thrusts of his cousin, but just barely. If not for the warning, he would've been in dire straights.
"Ughh...you're really good at that, cousin," Kevin praised, looking just about ready to burst when Justin stood behind him.
"You know neither of you can cum without my permission," the older cousin said, almost admonishingly.
Kevin lowered his ears and nodded before pulling out, leaving a very frustrated and flustered Familliar hanging there, "I wasn't gonna...but he's really good at that. I wanted to finish really bad."
"Maybe later, then. For now, I think I have my answer. Go play with Boxer, Kevin. You can cum in him."
"Okay bro," the black wolf said, drooping his shoulders as he wasted no time in penetrating his father, producing a satisfied moan from him as well as a short dribble of cum from the half-erect cock, even as his younger son fucked him ragged.
"As for you," Justin came in, placing his paw on Familliar's diapered crotch and whispering. "I don't think I need to do much else with you. You're already a diaperslut. But I want to hear it anyway, before I make you like them. Beg for it."
"P-Plea-"
"No- like a puppy."
Familliar swallowed heavily, humping into that paw and whimpering needily.
"That's better. I won't need to touch you now, though."
Justin's paw left his crotch and he let out a loud whine. Justin only smiled before aiming his cock down at Familliar's face and unleashing a powerful stream over his muzzle. His father behind him continued unperturbed by the stream, even though some of it was getting on him. Familliar whimpered, but he endured it as it began to sting his eyes. Even moreso than the fucking, his cock was about ready to give. He just needed a tap in the right direction, and he somehow knew that Justin was holding that card.
"This is what grown wolves do, not piss in their diapers like unhousebroken pups. But you're well behaved enough...today. We'll keep you. So cum in your diapers for me, bitch."
Familliar howled, getting plenty of the urine into his muzzle as he did so, although it only fueled what proved to be the longest orgasm he'd ever had. Cum spurted into his diaper and his ass clenched against his father's knotted cock, nearly stopping the older wolf completely in his thrusts. For a full minute, he moaned, writhing and fucking himself against his father as his cock continued to leak.
"Now that you've had your fun...it's time for mine...cheese." That strange device appeared again and once more there was darkness.