Phil and James: Air-Plane
#14 of Phil and James
*Beep Beep Beep!* Phil reached over the slightly stirring fox to press the snooze button on the alarm clock. "Mmmmm..." James squinted and looked up at his master, smiling under his muzzle. The leopard kissed the back of his head and gently groped the boy's diaper front, eliciting a soft murr. Using the other paw, he unbuckled the muzzle and slid it--and the crusty sock that had fused to it through-out the night--off, tossing it towards the closet and leaning in to lick the boy's nose. He gagged at the taste of his own strong, rotten seed. It was amazing that James hadn't gone crazy before morning. "Pretty nasty, eh pup?" James nestled into the older male's strong arms, enjoying the tight spooning. "I think I got used to it." He lifted his head and kissed Phil on the lips, who smiled sweetly and reciprocated.
Phil climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom. He clutched a cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking a few drags, his inhales slow as he savoured the nicotine. He hadn't had much opportunity to smoke in the last couple of days--not that he minded. Phil was worth it. The thumping of his own tail against the vanity brought him back to reality. He was excited about the day ahead of him, and his cock showed it as much as his tail did.
Tossing the cigarette in the toilet and flushing, he opened the door to the bedroom and made a bee-line over to the key-hook, grabbing a leash hanging from it and walking back over to the bound kit. "You ready for breakfast, puppy?" James blushed and nodded shyly as the leash was latched to his collar. Phil lifted him to his feet--no easy task, as the thick diaper kept his legs spread wide, and his arms were still bound in his jacket--and led him waddling into the kitchen, sitting him down in the chair with a loud squish. The leopard smiled and patted his head "Good puppy." and went over to the counter, pulling out the blender and preparing their meal.
"So, you nervous about today?" The partially pre-cooked potatoes and bacon sizzled in the pan as James thought to himself "Hmm... a little... but you'll keep me safe, right sir?" Phil nodded, though James didn't quite have the range of motion to see it. "Of course, puppy. I'd never let anything happen to you." The kit shuffled uncomfortably in his seat "I gotta pee..." much to the amusement of the feline working the stovetop. "Those things were made my NASA, I think they can handle you.
The kit whined and tried to curl his legs, to little effect "I... I only use them at night..." Phil chuckled and subtly turned down the temperature of the stove "Well, if you're a big boy, you can hold it until we finish eating." A devious thought crossed the leopard's mind as he eyed the blender on the shelf next to him. He walked across the table to the kit and kneeled, untaping his diaper. "Oh... thank you sir."
"Why, for what, pup?" He grinned mischievously and pulled the front forward, using the key on his necklace to remove the cock-cage. The kit looked down at him in confusion, and then grunted as he felt has master give his sheath a few long strokes, causing it to harden. Phil taped the diaper back up and went back over to the stove . "No! Sir, please!" Every squirm and shuffle caused the sleek wet fabric to rub against his sensitive cocklet, causing him to gasp and yip, until he could no longer move. The quivering kit clenched hard, his bladder liable to burst "Sir... please... I can't..." his ears-drooped and his tail slumped behind him as he gave into his need, letting out a soft whine as his diaper began to swell.
Phil smiled as he heard his pup whimper, and set the blender down on the counter, adding half of the breakfast and some milk, before hitting puree. "Did puppy have an accident?" James nodded and attempted to bury his face into his tied arms. The feline plated up their breakfast and brought it over to the table. James looked at the mush in front of him. "Wh... what's that?" Phil scooped up a spoon and brought it to snout-level with the boy. "Open up for the air-plane..."
It had been an embarassing and humiliating meal for the kit, but all that went away when Phil asked "Are you ready to dive?". Although James' squirming made it night-on-impossible, Phil persevered and finally managed to strip the boy down to his fur, before helping him into a wetsuit; it was not-dissimilar from yesterdays, though it featured a tail-hole zipper in addition to the standard crotch zipper. As the leopard donned his own wetsuit, James began the task of filling the wheeled dollies with the gear they would need for the day: fins, masks, vests, and a pair of tanks that the kit could barely lift. Satisfied, they began their short hike to the water.
The walk itself was uneventful; James stopped to chase some butterflies. "Vulpines and canines..." Phil chuckled to himself as he watched the display. Additionally, Phil broke off to "take a leak", and steal a few drags of a cigarette. Before long, they were at the edge of the water, assembling their gear