It didn’t take Kazard too long to figure out what the box was demanding now, and he felt his heart sink as it came to mind.
Sure, he figured he wouldn’t experience those insanely pleasurable orgasms every time he messed, but now, he realized, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy himself at all.
He ran a paw over his face, feeling almost like crying. He felt so helpless.
He picked up the cage, noticing a heart-shaped lock with no key supplied with it. He looked down at his diaper front, hidden from view as it was with his work clothes over it.
He whimpered out loud, knowing full well that he had made a mistake writing that angry letter so hastily to the box that now seemed to, quite literally, have him by the balls.