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A Fox Dominated

By Zrathie

Foxes are known for being prim and proper. They carry a quiet charm that many find alluring. A fox's pride is one of their greatest strengths. One of the worst punishments for a fox was to take away their dignity and place them in a situation outside of their control.

Walton was nude. His proud red and white vulpine fur was on display in the soft blue moonlight. He trotted across the grass his tail wagging too and fro in the breeze. The fox swayed slightly as he was a little tipsy from the night on the town. The many beers he had consumed had another effect he needed to relieve himself.

Walton was no stranger to a public piss. He would often stop on his way back from a night like this and find a tree to mark. It was a base canine instinct that still came up from time to time. Tonight was different because he was nude for some reason escaping his memories, but otherwise, everything was where it should be. His plump balls and sheath were where they usually were the fact that they were out in the open weren't important.

The fox stopped at the base of a large tree. He cocked his leg slightly and let loose. Walton waited to hear the sound of his proud piss stream hitting the trunk of the tree. Instead, he felt a warmness between his thighs and around his crotch. Walton looked down, and his eyes went wide. Where he had been nude just seconds before a thick medical style adult diaper had been taped snuggly around his waist. He couldn't stop peeing, and the crotch of his diaper was turning several shades yellow as it soaked up the contents of his full bladder spilling forth.

Walton awoke with a start, his keen vulpine vision adjusting to the light. He soon became aware of the cold feeling around his waist. It reminded him he was far from home and far from his dreams. Around his waist was a thick medical style adult diaper. It was just like the one in his dream only it was real. He had been forced into them yesterday and was having a hard time adjusting to the humiliation of his new bathroom arrangements. He had been made to wet himself numerous times during the night. So far, the diaper had kept up with everything he had put out.

Yesterday he had been run through a bladder incontinence torture. He was placed on a high fluid diet. Forced to drink until he thought he'd burst. He was defiant he would hold his bladder until his body gave out. Throughout the day, the time between his wettings went down. They seemed to be trying to make him lose all bladder control. He had only gotten a few hours of sleep. They were wearing him down. His nightmare was proof of that. He still wasn't going to give in completely. He needed to fight them every step of the way.

Now that he was fully awake, he became aware of a new problem. His lower abdomen gurgled loudly. His bowels had been suppressed, but now they were beginning to get needy. He would get to a toilet in time was the mantra he repeated to himself. He hadn't opened his bowels since he had been captured. He was beginning to feel entirely backed up. This morning his intestines were protesting the demands he was placing on them.

The reality of being forced to have a bowel movement in his diaper was something he kept denying. At least his liquid diet was so far taking the pressure off. He would have been in a much worse state if he was on solid food. He was going to have to open his bowels eventually. They wouldn't let him use a toilet other than the one strapped around his waist. He was surprisingly starting to get used to wetting himself but messing was another matter.

If there were willing to force feed him water, keep him bound and force him to use his diaper, there was no telling what they would do to force him to mess himself. An enema, the forced feeding of laxative or any number of tortures they could inflict on him.

About an hour or so passed while he waited for his captors to return. He couldn't leave his own bed due to the medical restraints covering his body. Suddenly the door opened and in walked the slim otter guard named Dilan. The otter had introduced himself before and seemed to fancy the fox. At least from the way, his touch would linger. Walton could tell when a guy fancied him. It could be something the fox could use to turn the tables if he played his cards right.

"Good Morning," said Dilan in a chipper voice.

The otter began unstrapping him, and when he was finished, he brought him to his feet. Walton was a bit gingerly as he stood his balance hampered by his constraint bondage. He jumped slightly when he felt one of the otter's paws pull on the back of his diaper. Dilan pulled the waistband back and inspected the seat of Walton's diaper. He snapped back the waistband and proceeded to remove Walton's gag. After Dilan pulled the gag free, he placed it on the side table. Walton worked his jaw from side to side.

Dilan had expected Walton to have a wet but otherwise clean diaper. The otter knew this fox was very reluctant to use his diapers even for wetting. He had made sure he had a wet day yesterday the fox was getting personal diaper training. Dilan knew all the best ways to make a fur lose control of their bodily functions. This fox didn't even realise that by holding his bowels was playing into his current strategy.

"You're becoming quite the piddle fox," said Dilan

"Trust an otter to enjoy watersports." came Walton's reply.

"I'm not out to hurt you as hard as it is to believe. Are you going to behave or do I need to get the other guards?" asked Dilan.

"Yeah," said Walton. He didn't fancy being strapped up in restraints again, so he was going to play along.

Dilan led Walton to a treatment room. Inside was a large treatment table and washbasin. The room had the usual conveniences of cabinets for storing various items. Walton was glad to have his wet diaper removed, so he didn't put up a fight as the otter untapped him. The otter placed the soaked diaper in a bin that was sitting next to a cabinet.

Dilan proceeded to wash Walton's genitals with warm soap and water. Dilan smiled to himself as he worked. Walton was a cutie he was going to full control over him. The otter went over to the cabinet and retrieved a fresh adult diaper. Walton's lips curled into a frown, but he didn't resist being diapered again.

Dilan took Walton by the paw and lead him down some hallways. Dilan could tell from how Walton was walking he needed to pee again. It was expected the fox had better bladder control with the effects of the diuretics had well worn off. It brought a smile to the otter's muzzle feeling the slight tremble in the fox's grip. He bet the vulpine thought he was sly enough for the otter not to notice.

He took Walton into a canteen type room. The room had several sets of tables and chairs. Some indoor plants lined the walls. At the far end was a room was a set of double doors that lead into a kitchen area from the looks of it. At the side of the room was a door marked toilet. The only other occupant in the room was a red kobold. He was seated in a chair with a pair of glossy red mittens covering his hand paws. He had an empty bowl in front of him with remnants of what must have been his breakfast.

The kobold was muzzled by a shiny black muzzle. As Walton came closer, he could see the scaled creature was diapered just like him. Dilan guided Walton to a seat opposite the red-scaled kobold. Walton's diaper crinkled as he sat down. Dilan left the room. He went through the double doors at the other side of the room. Walton looked towards the room's exit. He could make a break for it. This idea died quickly. He was in the middle of a large building with guards roaming the halls. He wouldn't be able to just stroll out.

Walton whined. He needed to wee again. The fox knew that his bladder wasn't going to hold out much longer. There was one act of defiance he could try. He wasn't restrained so he could slip off his diaper and piss in that restroom if it wasn't locked or anything. The stood up and moved across the room. It came to him it would be better just to use one of the plant pots just to piss off the staff working here. He fiddled with the tapes on his diaper he undid one and then a second. Walton folded the crotch open and retrieved his sheath.

Walton liked his mischievous idea much more. He spotted one of the plants. It was a bush of some description. Walton cared more about the large pot it was sitting in. The plant pot had a drip tray under it. He could pee into the plant pot and possibly even get away with it. He aimed his sheath toward the centre of the container and let loose.

A powerful jet of vulpine piss arched towards the stem of the small bush. He let out a sigh as he let loose. It didn't take long for his bladder to drain. He shook his sheath getting rid of the last drops of pee. He fumbled with his diaper, but he got the tapes done up. He trotted back to his seat and sat down. The kobold gave him a sharp nod of approval. He couldn't articulate anything else due to his gagged muzzle. The fox knew what he meant. Walton had taken his position just in time because the doors at the other end of the room opened and Dilan stepped through.

While Walton was being defiant Dilan had run into a coworker in the kitchen. He was a brown wolf name, Jerry. The wolf was clearing up some plates in the sink. The wolf looked up as Dilan entered.

"Hello Jerry, how's your charge this morning?" asked Dilan.

"Holding his bowels as to be expected. My kobold is about to have a messy morning," answered Jerry.

"Oh, being naughty and keeping his diapers clean?" asked Dilan.

"Nothing, a dose of horse laxative, won't fix," said Jerry.

"Any problems piddling?" asked the otter.

Jerry smirked. "Not with my iced tea nightcap," he said.

Dilan nodded as he began to prepare a very special breakfast. Jerry was a fan of using a bowel bursting laxative to force his charges to mess themselves without control. Dilan found that boring what he wanted was for his fox to feel the illusion of control, to add pressure slowly. Just enough to make him mess but not enough for an uncontrolled liquid defilement. It was much more effective diaper training than just an enema or high dose laxative. Laxative was a blunt tool with its overuse making it less effective.

"Well, my fox needs a dose of bulk fibre," said Dilan as he worked.

"I bet he does. I guess he didn't soil his diaper yesterday," said Jerry.

"Walton's bowels must be filled with his natural stool by now. A healthy breakfast of porridge and prunes will help loosen him up," said Dilan.

"I don't see you add anything stronger into your patient's breakfast. Are you sure it will work?" asked the wolf.

"The secret ingredients are prunes and a couple of tablespoons of prune juice. The natural laxative is just enough to stop a fur from holding out and becoming constipated," said Dilan.

A naturally induced expulsion filling a diaper seat was far more effective diaper training. The added bonus was it could be repeated over a long period. It didn't take long for Dilan to finish making Walton's breakfast. So he said his goodbye to Jerry and walked out into the dining room.

Dilan placed the bowl of porridge in front of the fox. The otter set a spoon in the bowl. Walton looked down at the unappealing meal. He slowly took the spoon and began eating. The slop was made palatable with the addition of the chopped dried prunes. Walton was thankful for some flavour. As he looked up, Walton noticed beads of sweat forming on the kobold's brow. The kobold was looking in the direction of the restroom door. The door was made with opaque glass with a standard lever handle. As Walton took another mouthful, he heard a loud gurgle. Surprising it wasn't coming from him. His keen vulpine hearing detected the sound had come from the kobold.

Walton was slowly eating his mush. He didn't want to resist he had experienced the forced feeding that was on offer yesterday. That was just with water. Solid food would be even worse. He would play along he had done his sneaky act of defiance no need to push his luck. Another audible series of gurgles and grones punctuated to the quiet room. The kobold seemed to be in some distress. His brow glistened with sweat. Some dripping down the side of his face.

Suddenly the Kobold jumped up and ran towards the restroom. He pawed open the door with his mittens and leapt inside. As soon as the door closed the full-length glass door changed from opaque to transparent. The switchable privacy glass was being used to provide the opposite, a clear view of the small toilet stall and tiny washbasin.

"Looks like someone wants to use the big boy potty," said Dilan.

Walton turned his attention towards the room's occupant the red kobold. The kobold was pawing at the strong tapes keeping the diaper firmly attached to his body. The sweating kobold was frantic. He must be needing the toilet quite badly because every so often he would stop and bear down. Presumably, on his tail hole. With some effort and heaps of rubbing with his balled up bondage mittens, he began to undo the tapes. First, he got one tape and then another. He repeated the process with the next two.

He removed the clean diaper dragging it down between his legs, but something was amiss. Instead of being nude, another diaper had been placed under the first. The kobold let out a groan of frustration as the first diaper dropped to the floor to be kicked to the side. It was now clear he had two medium diapers on not just an extra thick one.

The kobold wasted no time working at the tapes of the second one. The kobold was sweating profusely at the twin efforts of undoing the tapes and keeping himself clean. The red creature had more trouble with these tapes. The kobold had not even undone one yet.

Dilan laughed and said, "What a troll! I bet he super glued those tapes on his second diaper."

Walton shot a look towards his otter captor.

"It's my work colleague you haven't met him yet," said Dilan answering the fox's unasked question.

The kobold was seated on the toilet rubbing at the diaper tapes with all his might. Suddenly he stopped and let out a moan into his gag. Walton knew why the kobold had stopped. He must have been messing himself judging by his reaction and convulsing middle. The muck-filled diaper seat of hidden from view but the kobold's expression wasn't.

The defeated expression on the kobold muzzle made Walton fill with dread. Had he just ate a dose of laxative like that kobold seemingly had? He wasn't going to wait and find out.

"Why are you doing this to us? Let me use the toilet!" yelled Walton, standing up.

"The toilet is occupied," said Dilan dryly.

Walton had had enough of playing along he dug his claws into his diaper and shredded it open. He bared his teeth and snarled. The remains of his diaper dropped to the floor. Dilan had put some distance between himself and Walton, but his expression remained passive.

"For someone claiming to be toilet trained you sure made a mess of our indoor plants," said Dilan.

Walton flashed a look at the pot plant he had drenched before turning back towards the otter.

"Yes, you didn't pull one over me. The room reeks of fox piss. How could I not notice?" Dilan said.

Walton snarled and leapt over the table and advanced on Dilan stood his ground.

"I'll shit on the goddamn floor before using a diaper!" Walton snarled.

Dilan looked Walton right in the eye and said, "You don't have control here. All this rage is just a cover. You're just a scared fox trying to be frightening."

Walton flung himself at Dilan. His attack didn't go as planned Dilan sidestepped him, and he slammed into the wall. Soon Walton was in a world of hurt as a sharp pain shot into his neck. His whole body convulsed as what he soon registered as a taser had been jammed into his neck. Walton dropped to his knees and then to the floor, rolling on his side.

Despite the pain, he heard the sound of the doors bursting open and multiple sets of foot paws thundering in the room. Walton was beyond fighting now and was just trying to breathe. He could barely move let alone do anything else. He became aware of a presence behind him and a sharp sting in his buttcheek. As the room began spinning, Walton was starting to regret his course of action. Walton blacked out.

Slowly Walton became aware of his body. He wasn't in as much pain as he had been. The fox opened his eyes. He was in a different room, and he bound in some type of bondage chair. He was strapped up in a straightjacket that was in turn strapped into the bondage chair. His legs were stretched wide open cuffed to the legs of the chair. His knees were supported, but his seat had no bottom. He was suspended to the back of the chair via his straightjacket. His legs were holding up some of his weight, but most of his weight was being supported but several straps attached to his straightjacket.

Dilan checked on Walton's restraints. The fox was secure. The otter flashed Walton a reassuring smile as he left the room. Walton's muzzle was gagged with a tight gag cutting off most of his sounds. He looked to his left and saw a coyote was bound in the same set up he had been, only the coyote had a blindfold on too. With both him and the coyote gagged and the coyote additionally blindfolded there was no way to communicate. At least he wasn't alone.

As time wore on it became apparent what this whole setup was designed to do. The tight strapping of both Walton's straitjacket and how his body weight was being held up around his abdomen was putting stress on his bowels. His tail hole was spread wide open inside his diaper. With no seat, his diapered rear was suspended above the floor just like he was on the toilet. His bowels made a gurgle this position was agitating them.

Walton's ears perked up as another gurgle was broadcast across the room. It was coming from the coyote captive. They both must be here for the same dirty diaper training. The central aspect to overcome was the sheer shame of soiling an adult diaper. Walton was holding back despite the pain of his cramping abdomen.

It was then his otter tormenter came back into the room. Dilan thought it was time for some positive reinforcement. The otter wasn't a sadist, all about punishment. Walton was wearing a particular diaper. Dilan had picked an extra thick one for the fox. It was so thick that it could hide a set of six powerful bullet vibrators and a waterproof battery bank embedded into the crotch padding. Dilan reached into his pocket. He felt around for the remote and pressed the button.

Suddenly the front of Walton's diaper began to hum. The hidden vibrators sprang to life. The crotch of Walton's diaper had started to hum and vibrate. Walton was shocked to stay the least. The six bullet vibrators targeted his sheath and balls. The pleasant vibrations continued at a constant rate. They had full coverage of his genitals. As the waves of pleasure wore on Walton began to feel flushed as blood flowed up to his face. Walton wasn't interested in getting hard in a diaper. Especially in front of Dilan. So he willed himself to ignore the sensations.

Dilan soaked in the confused expression on Walton's muzzle. Evidently, he was trying to play it cool. Pretend his cock wasn't getting stimulated. The otter knew what Walton must be feeling. He reached down with his webbed paw and stroked Walton's head fur. Even the coyote's ears twitched as he was trying to sort out the sound coming from Walton's diaper.

"Feeling comfy?" Dilan teased. Of course, the gagged fox couldn't answer, but he couldn't help taunting him.

Walton's pulse rate quickened as he tried to ignore the sensations. It was tough trying to stay soft. He was a healthy male after all. He thought about unpleasant things to try to keep himself from growing aroused. It was working, but he had nothing else to distract him from the direct stimulation. His pulse increased again making his blood flow down to his crotch, down to his growing excitement. This was one of Dilan's tricks to make him enjoy his diaper. That tricky otter had a cunning mind.

As the vibrations continued and the fox just couldn't ignore the pleasant sensations. The tip of his tapered canine penis peaked out of his sheath. This was serious he had to go flaccid before he got any more aroused. He couldn't get off in his diaper with Dilan watching on. He willed himself to go soft it just barely worked. It took all of his focus, but the machines were relentless. There was no escape from the lovely vibrations. The tip of his penis returned with the sensitive tip brushing against the padded crotch of the diaper adding to the stimulation.

"There's no need to be shy foxy. Let your body enjoy the vibrations," said Dilan.

This added stimulation of the dry diaper padding meant there was no stopping his erection from forming this time. His penis engorged and poked into the soft padding. Walton was getting hot. The fact he had got a foot paw job in a diaper yesterday didn't help keep his mind off sex. His cock needed attention, and there wasn't anything he could do to stop the lovely vibrations from getting him worked up. His balls felt taut as they continued to be stimulated. They were filled with his thick fox cream just waiting for release.

He moaned, and he squirmed in the chair. His erection grew more as his canine knot popped free. The soft, absorbent fabric felt wondrous around his sensitive penis. With little space left for his knot, his penis was squeezed tightly in the soft welcoming material. Pre-cum leaked into the front of his diaper getting wicked away by the absorbent padding. The vibrations continued to work driving the fox wild. His balls churned full of fox cream.

"That's much better. Let your fox cock fill out your padding," said Dilan

Walton was giving in to his lust. He thrust his hips into the air, but he couldn't get much stimulation bound as he was. The inside of the diaper felt strange but at the same time was quite stimulating to the sensitive flesh of his canine cock. With his knot free, his sensitive cock tip pressed even deeper into the textured padding. He wanted more friction on his shaft. He ignored the otters gaze, but he couldn't ignore his gentle petting.

Walton sucked in a breath as he drew closer and closer to release. As much as he didn't want to blow his load into his diaper, the vibrating devices removed all choice in the matter. Walton was almost there. Just when he was about to cream himself, the vibrations stopped. The fox moaned again the vulpine was so close to release. He was panting trying to get a hold of himself.

"Does foxy want to cum? If you nod your head, I'll give you some diaper rubs to finish you off. I can leave you hot and hard if you really want. It's up to you," said Dilan.

Walton nodded his head instantly. After several moments Dilan reached down with one of his hand paws. The otter's paw pads squeaked as they made contact with the plastic backing of the diaper. Dilan could feel Walton erection tantalisingly close to his paw pads. He ran his paws across the material in firm strokes.

Across the room, another creature had lost the battle with their dignity. The coyote began to quietly soil himself. Walton and Dilan didn't notice the coyote's soft grunts of relief. The otter had given the coyote his special Pune breakfast, and his bowels were taken just over the edge. It was him choosing to submit to Dilan's treatments much like Walton was doing now.

"Let me give you a massage. Consider it an apology for tazing you," said Dilan.

As much as he told himself he hated this he soon found how Dilan's paw was stroking his trapped erection was heating him up. He couldn't help himself Dilan had done this before by the feel of his eager strokes. It didn't take many more strokes until his cock jumped as a thick creamy rope of cum surged out into his padding. Surge after surge shot out of his cock into the crotch of his diaper. His release overwhelmed him as he blew his load into the diaper.

He was panting as he recovered from his release. Dilan had removed his paw from the fox's crotch. Walton's knot slowly deflated. He was a sticky mess his huge load was made all the larger by his captor's treatment. He could feel his cum soak into his diaper. Dilan had gotten what he wanted, a used diaper. The thought made Walton realise what he had done. He had let the otter jerk him off in an adult diaper and loved every moment of it.

Thankfully Dilan left the room taking the now soiled coyote with him. Just as the door closed behind them, Walton let loose his full load filling the seat of his diaper. It was disgusting, but the relief from the painful cramping made up for it. Dilan had broken his resistance that act of asking for carnal relief was the final straw of the fox's pride. Walton could have held out for longer, perhaps hours but with his ego broken so too was his will to fight his diaper treatments.