A Bully Behind Closed Doors (Patreon)

"I gotta piss bro, where is your bathroom?" The question prompted a look from Bruce's uncle, who was manning the barbecue pit, but it went largely unnoticed by the scruffy wolf.

"Dude, you know where it is, you're here like every three months." Brooks answered, rolling his eyes at his cousin's antics without looking up from the screen of his phone. 

"I'm surprised you know, drippy. It's not like you ever use it." Of course Bruce already knew where the bathroom was, but when the idea for a joke at the expense of his unpotty-trained cousin, he couldn't resist the setup. "Tell your dork boyfriend I said hi." 

With most of the family in the Walker backyard, awaiting a plate of Dave's Famous Barbecue, Bruce disappeared into the house through the back door, a cocky swagger to his step that had been with him since elementary school.

Pushing the bathroom door behind him, though, his eyes were drawn to something that distracted him before he could take care of business. 

A package of diapers. His cousin's diapers, no less; the cousin that was a year older than him, and still in diapers. 

Dude, imagine having to wear these everywhere, he thought to himself.

Their presence felt so blatant, as if there was nothing to be ashamed of at all. They're right there, in case Brooks needs to be changed.

In case Brooks needs his diaper changed. Yeah. 

"Fuckin baby." Bruce mumbled to himself, caught midway between loosening his studded belt and pulling his pants down. His eyes were still on the package. 

"Wonder what he sees in those things..." 

He found himself reaching for the package and removing a diaper. He marveled at its size as it fell open, the plastic shell crinkling noisily, the same noise he snickered at when Brooks got up, sat down, or did damn near anything.

Holding the diaper in both hands, the scruffy wolf looked down at himself; his black clothes and studded jewelry felt so at odds with the Bone Drys disposable diaper he was holding. He found himself a little fascinated.

It couldn't hurt to try it once. Right?