Cookie Stealin’ Pals Part Two

Cookie Stealin' Pals Part TwoThey were inevitably caught and given a good reminder that they were to ask for cookies and not try to take them without permission. Both boys rubbed their sore hinies in regret.

Caiden and text belongs to tugscarebear

The little boy and drawing is made/belongs to tato


Yes this is whats happening when you are a naughty cub or boy. You end up whit a sore and painful butt.

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Pup in pain

Pup in painAs you know, Matt is always aware of what their pups are doing in school!One Saturday morning, Matt had to go to the company to resolve some financial issues, but before leaving, he had a very serious talk with Remi, his son!

Matt:”I had plans to talk serious business with you … your math teacher called me and told me of your  low academic performance at school!I  bet  that was because  of the video games!”


Matt:”I’m late, but first I will do what I have to do and we talked more, in the afternoon!”

And as you can see, he was punished first ,without  his  diaper  and  bare bottom… and  the conversation will  take place   much later!At least the plushie is giving some  cool air with a hand fan!^.^

Lineart by Victor/colors by nelson88


Thanks good that Remi have a Teddy bear that can use his hand fan to give the toasted and red but some cool air. I hope its going to heal soon so he can have the diaper on right and sit properly on the couch. I bet that is something that he is wishing for.

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“My Story” by Sajin


My name was Nick. I say was because it’s been changed since then. Not that I changed it for legal or aesthetic reasons mind you. In fact, I didn’t change it at all and had I had any choice in the matter I would never have changed it. But I’m getting way ahead of myself.

The story I’m about to tell you happened while I was in college. Some time has passed since then, though I’m not exactly sure how much. Things like that seem much more complicated to me than they used to, but again I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m going to share this story because it’s the only thing I have left to do…the only thing I can do for myself…and for anyone else out there.

It was in the spring of my junior year. I remember it so clearly. I had finished my exams and done pretty well for myself. Not amazing, but good for a C student. I had no plans for the summer. I’d given up on that a long time ago. I had broken up with my serious girlfriend many months before and had only dated casually since, so I figured why bother going places on your own? If I had known then what I know now, maybe I would have taken a trip.

It happened when I was getting off work at the sandwich shop down the street from my apartment. It wasn’t late really, only about nine or nine-thirty. Still, I guess the time really doesn’t matter. What matters is it happened.

I was making my way down the street toward my apartment. I didn’t have a car at the time. Being a college student is like living in poverty. You can’t afford a car payment or insurance, let alone the price of gas. At least you couldn’t then, but I doubt the outside world has changed that much. Anyway, as I was walking, I happened to notice a van pulled over to the side of the road with the hood up. Two guys were working under the hood, and I remember clearly they were cursing about their luck. Still, I was never a Good Samaritan, so I started to pass them up. That’s when they grabbed me. One put a cloth over my mouth, keeping me from screaming and forcing me to inhale something awful that made the world spin. The other then helped him lift me up and chunk me into the van. As they slammed the hood and started the vehicle, I heard them talking to themselves just before everything went black.

“He’s perfect. We’ll get a high price for this one, no doubt.”

“You bet. I’d wager he won’t be on the market long.”

Then, as the van raced off into the night, my thoughts slipped away into darkness.

And that’s how my story begins….

Chapter 1

I woke slowly, barely aware of what had happened or where I was. I think the first thing I noticed was the pain in my arms. You know, the pain you get when you’ve been stretching them for a long time. That was when I realized that my arms were stretched above my head, and I was standing on cold tile. Then it began to dawn on me that wherever I was, it was freezing cold and pitch black. That’s when what had happened came flooding back into my mind. I gasped, then struggled, only to find that my arms were somehow suspended above me. That’s when I screamed.

Suddenly the lights came on. I seemed to be in a hospital room, at least that’s what I would assume if I had happened upon the place. But there was no bed in this room, only the chains that shackled my feet to the floor and my hands to a strange device with wheels and hinges mounted on the ceiling. Standing before me were two young, reasonably good-looking guys in scrubs, neither seeming to acknowledge my existence but simply approaching me as if I were some sort of furniture. At least that was the impression they gave from the blank looks on their faces. That was when it dawned on me. I was completely naked – not one stitch of clothing on my body.

“Where am I?” I shouted.

The men in scrubs ignored me. They simply walked over to a desk in the corner and begin to pull several instruments out that I couldn’t see clearly. One of them then turned and started studying me silently while marking things off on a clipboard, talking to himself all the while.

“Brown hair,” he said. “Blue eyes. That will up the price for sure. Caucasian. Average height and build. No visible scars or birthmarks. Average penis size…”

“What the hell are you going to do to me?” I screamed, looking at him with horror in my eyes.

“Loud.” He muttered, as he scribbled on the clipboard. “That might bring the price down a bit…but maybe not.”

With that, he nodded to the other man across the room who grinned sadistically as he strode toward me, something clutched tightly in his hands. Before I knew exactly what he was doing he’d grabbed my nose and pushed a big ball in my mouth. As I gagged and flailed helplessly, he took his hand from my nose and pulled a strap around my head, effectively gagging me.

“There, that ought to keep him quiet.” He mused.

“It.” The other corrected, glaring at his accomplice in annoyance.

I was scared half to death. I had no idea what that meant, never mind what it implied they would do.

Just then, the guy that had gagged me got a stethoscope and started checking my heart, listening to my breathing, and so on. He then took a light and shined it in my ears and nose, then held my eyes open and shined it in them.

“I guess we don’t need to check its throat?” He asked sarcastically.

“For both our sakes, leave the damn gag in.” His partner grumbled.

“Okay. Everything seems okay here.” The one examining me said. “Now for the fun part.”

With that he grabbed my testicles in his gloved hand. I gave a little yelp muffled behind the gag. Had I not been chained to the floor and ceiling, I probably would have leapt into the air.

“Everything good here. Do I have to do this next part or can you spare me?”

His partner sighed and handed him the clipboard. “I suppose I can do you this favor.” He growled. “But don’t get used to it.”

“Thanks.” The other man said with a smirk.

As I watched, the man who had been taking notes approached the wall and pulled a lever. At that moment, the contraption on the ceiling I was hitched to lurched and the hinges snapped forward, forcing me to bend over very quickly and making it impossible for me to stand back up. I tried to scream, but the gag prevented it. All I could do was watch in utter terror as my tormentor walked toward me carrying a large thermometer, and I was certain they were not planning on removing the gag. Sure enough, he went behind me and inserted the thermometer into my asshole. I strained, whimpering as it slid in like a javelin. There was no time to brace myself. He just jabbed it straight in and it hurt like hell. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled it out slowly.

“Normal,” he said.

Just when I thought I could relax, I felt two fingers covered in latex forced into my butt. I screamed behind the gag and contorted my face in pain as they wiggled around inside me. Then, after another eternity, the invasion ended.

“Everything seems fine with this one, and that’s a relief.” The man behind me said. “This one’s worth a lot, and there are going to be many of our clients kicking our door down for the chance to buy it.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I was going to be sold! And what the hell for? I had to get out of this somehow. But just as soon as that thought raced through my mind, I felt a needle jab into my buttocks. Then, as I winced over the pain, the lights shut off as the two men left the room. It wasn’t long before I lost consciousness again…


This story is not written by me.

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