Pup Rain

I just wanna be a good dog 😋🐕🐾

It’s been an entire year since you last made spurties. Your pajama pants are pulled down to your ankles and your soggy morning diaper is on display as you wait eagerly beside the Christmas tree. You’re straining your cage for the first time in months, your little doodle had gone into its own winter hibernation as it grew tired of using its energy to strain against its confines to no avail. Your older siblings, also locked snicker at you from the couch and loveseat, they may be locked as often as you are but get unlocked at least twice a month allowing them some relief while you’ve spent the last year getting your prostate slowly and methodically milked once a week during bathtime to keep you healthy. Your caregiver enters the room with your keys around their gloved index finger, your heart sinks as you realize you won’t even be able to feel the touch of their bare hand this year. They kneel down in front of you and without a word they start to undo the tapes on your very soggy diaper, your siblings go from light snickers to full blown laughter when your cage is revealed to the room and it’s leaking precum like a faucet as always. Your caregiver wipes you down and unlocks you allowing your little weenie to spring to life for the first time in a VERY long time, keenly you notice that just like last year the ring for your cage was not removed allowing for your member to be shoved back into its confines as soon as you’d received your “special present” Now begins the grandstanding. Your caregiver who’d been quiet this entire time apart from periodically hushing your siblings finally speaks to you directly. “Okay kiddo are you ready for your Christmas spurties?” You nod shyly in response. “Be a good baby for me and hold still okay kiddo? I know it’ll be hard with how sensitive you are after another year locked but if you’re a good tot I promise I won’t ruin the orgasm like I had to last year okay?” You nod more rapidly now, you think you might burst into tears if your Christmas stickies are ruined for a second year in a row… With a lubed hand your caregiver starts to tease your stiff little doodle with a single finger at a painfully slow pace. You shudder from the pleasure as your neglected and swollen little bits twitch and send a surge of precum dripping from the tip of your peepee. Your caregiver simply pulls their hand away and raises your diaper to catch your dribbles. This year something different though, your ears start burning in embarrassment as your caregiver softly calls the names of your siblings and asks them to come closer and help. Your doodle all drippy and twitchy and your cheeks flush with embarrassment as your caregiver shows them how to put on the gloves and lube up their hands. Perhaps a bit too eagerly one of your siblings reaches forward and begins furiously stroking your needy bits and overcome with pleasure you buck your hips forward ready to spurt already before your caregiver grabs their wrist and pulls them away, stopping them just as you’d approached the edge. “Careful sweetie, your little brother is a quick shot now after all their time locked in chastity, you can’t just touch them like you would an adult okay?” Your caregiver coos “Okaaaay” they retort, disappointment in their voice. They wanted to see you spurt. “Now children, which of you wants to learn how to milk your baby sibling?” Hands shoot up hoping to be the first called on for the task. “Okay okay kids, how about we agree to both help?” Your caregiver says with a hint of amusement in their voice. After nodding in agreement your caregiver shows your siblings how to stimulate your prostate from both the outside and the inside, a hand from each of them, one on your puffy taint and the other with two fingers pressed firmly against your swollen prostate, your caregiver was always sure to stop milking you for a month before Christmas so you’d be especially sensitive for your present. End of part 1