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The Hidden Greenhouse

By Zrathie

The faint sound of waves crashing could be heard from outside. Grey light filtered in through arched concrete bricks high on the wall. White tiles lined the interior walls marred in many places with the crude black scribbling of graffiti. This is the perfect place, it was the offseason and not a tourist could be seen at the beach especially on a chilly cold, overcast day like today. Jamie made sure that he was alone in the bathroom checking every stall.

The red fox looked down at his duffle bag that he is placed on the shelf above the washbasins. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. However unlikely it was, the possibility of being caught was there. It made it all the more thrilling. It was the feeling of how naughty he was about to be. Jamie reached up for his shirt collar and began to undress. First, unbuttoning his shirt and then taking off the belt to his slacks and sliding down his pants and underwear in a single pass. He didn't wear shoes, so he was barefoot or bare paw more precisely.

He scooped up his clothes and folded them up neatly. He placed his street clothes on the countertop and opened his duffle bag. Jamie took out the first item, a lime green one-piece swimsuit. The suit had black stripe markings on the side and at the top of the two shoulder straps. He unfolded it and let it drop revealing the whole garment. He was a very naughty fox. Male foxes like Jamie shouldn't want to wear female swimwear yet here he was.

He set about dressing himself in the swimsuit. Jamie pulled it up over his crotch. By now, he was supporting what was known in the canine world as a lipstick. His reddish-pink cock was poking out from his sheath. Just the thought of cross-dressing was making him excited. It was a fetish at he found out he had on a summer vacation. The fox had forgotten his swimwear and one of the ladies he was travelling with offered her bathing suit for him to wear.

Jamie did his best to ignore his body's reaction even as the spandex material covered his tapered tip he pulled up the garment past his hips and over is abdomen. He reached down with his right arm and found the arm strap and pulled it up the rest of the way and repeated the process with the other arm. He pulled out any creases and ran his finger around the leg openings and then the arm openings finishing with the head making sure that he was appropriately dressed.

Jamie inhaled a sharp breath of air. He shifted his weight from one foot paw to another. Despite being in the toilet, Jamie hadn't taken the opportunity to relieve himself. That was all part of the game he was playing. He took the next item out of his duffle bag and placed his street clothes inside and zipped the bag closed. This item was a speciality pair of handcuffs they had a key, but that was only designed for emergencies their main locking mechanism was a clockwork timer. Jamie could dial in the time and once they were locked on the lock wouldn't disengage until the timer ran down. The override key was at home he was extra naughty today.

The fox quickly found a robust mounting point where he could secure himself. It was a sturdy handrail installed in one of the toilet cubicles. He clicked one of the cuffs around his left paw, and he did it out carefully not too tight but not loose enough for him to break free. He double checked the timer settings; he had set the locking mechanism for just an hour. He doubted that his bladder would hold out that long but that was part of the fun. Being so close to the toilet yet so far.

Naughty foxes are not meant to enjoy pissing themselves, especially in a ladies bathing suit. He was enjoying it alright, his semi hard-on pushing into the crotch of the swimsuit proved to him and anybody that would see him that he was a naughty perverted foxy. Briefly, Jamie closed his eyes he imagined a tall, muscular wolf coming into the toilets and fighting him cuffed up. What would the wolf do to him? Would he be disgusted or would he be turned on and take advantage of the trapped Fox?

A guttural groan escaped Jamie's lips. He opened his eyes again. He would have to wait until he could indulge himself. The fox gave his erect cock a few rubs and a tight squeeze before he fed the chain of the handcuffs around the bar and locked the right cuff around his right wrist. As the handcuff locked closed, Jamie heard the metallic click of a captured pin ejecting out a few millimetres. It indicated that the timer has started. It was a fancy clockwork timer meaning he didn't need batteries to worry about, and if he listened hard enough with his great canine hearing, he could hear it ticking away. Slowly it was counting down.

The fox's breaths came out in shallow pants. His red rocket trapped inside the crotch of his swimwear made a somewhat oblong shaped lump showing the world just how naughty and depraved he was. He loved how he couldn't hide his boner in this swimsuit. With his paws cuffed behind his back, he couldn't attend to it. That was by design too, he had to earn his orgasm no rubs until after he was free. Naughty foxes don't deserve touches and clutches until they are let loose.

Another part of his self-bondage was that he didn't have a timepiece or any way to tell the time. His clockwork timed bondage cuffs didn't display how long they had left. They only showed the initial time they were set to be locked for. Jamie's full erection was taking care of his other condition at least for the time being. No doubt the water he had loaded up on before his exercise would overcome his raw lust eventually.

After what Jamie had guessed was ten minutes, his initial arousal was beginning to fade. The urge in his bladder we're getting stronger. He tested his bonds and the pole he had chosen. It was tightly screwed into the wall. It wasn't going to budge; he gave it a try anyway. He was indeed helplessly trapped just like he had planned. He placed one of his foot paws over the other brushing over his toes with his inner paw pad. He gave the pole another tug, but it didn't move it all. He had enough play with the handcuffs then push them up and down, but they were trapped inside the space behind the bar.

It was his second time that he had tried this here. Somewhere so publicly accessible. He did a dry run at home testing out the timer handcuffs using his shower railing. His shower made clean up easier too. Jamie didn't want to pull too hard trying to escape at home. He didn't want to break the fittings of his bathroom. This was more real, more dangerous, more thrilling. Much better than the experience at home. He was in real peril. After his first public bondage outing, he had to return.

As more time passed, it was getting harder and harder to ignore his swollen bladder. He didn't want to just piss himself on purpose. Jamie always tried to draw it out and make it a genuine accident. Make it so that his body gave out and it wasn't just him choosing to pee. He was trying to be a good fox and keep it swimsuit dry. He had a habit of getting them quite wet even without the handcuffs. He never wet himself on purpose whenever he gave in it was because he physically couldn't resist his own body. It was the thrill of the struggle that did it for him.

Jamie loved the way he crossed his legs tightly, the way he bit his lower lip and how his vulpine body twisted and contorted trying to be a good dry fox. All the while showing how much he needed to tinkle just a piddle fox in the end. Foxes should keep their clothes dry, and they should never wet their swimwear. Jamie whined loudly. He crossed his legs tightly and bore down on his bossy bladder.

Jamie was fighting his bladder now it was getting more and more urgent. It was distracting him from everything else. It was getting to the point that no matter how hard he pressed down his thighs on his crotch he was only delaying the inevitable release of urine. That hot gush of potent fox piss filling the crotch of his swimsuit was just minutes away. Jamie was still trying to be a good fox, he re-crossed his legs swapping them.

The fox's bladder only lasted a few more minutes. A sharp explosive jet of piss launched into his bathing suit. Jamie relented he spread his legs wide. The crotch of his one-piece bathing suit went a dark green. Droplets of his hot musky fox piss bled through the fabric first becoming drips and then streams. You can feel the warmth as hot streams of piss poured down both legs. Piss began to pool under him forming a large puddle. He could feel his strong urine soak into is rubbery foot paw pads.

It was such a relief. That full feeling was almost painful in the end it was right to surrender. It only took a minute for Jamie's arousal to spike up again. He was so turned on by the thought of being such a naughty fox wetting himself with the toilet just out of reach. His tail wagged behind him brushing on the wall. The wet piss puddle under him reminding him of how helpless he was he couldn't even control his own bodily functions.

Jamie's ears folded backwards. It was a new sound, someone was coming. He forced his tail to remain still. He felt a wave pressure push up into his chest. He could hear the unmistakable click of canine claws on the tiled floor whoever was drawing closer. Jamie held his breath. His toilet stall was the last one back towards the end of the row. Hopefully, they would just use the urinal or one of the other stalls and not notice the piss puddle coming out from under one of them.

His hopes were dashed as he continued to hear the clicking claws draw near. Suddenly the other male came into view. He was the coyote is angular pointed muzzle was made of sharp angles and planes. He had a defined jawline and his piercing green eyes locked with Jamie's. What shocked the fox the most was the coyote's expression he didn't have the look of repulsion or even shock, in fact, his lips curled back into a smirk.

He was wearing a leather jacket and a pair of jeans. His foot paws were exposed, and he had black paw pads and beautiful ivory white claws. Despite his earlier fantasy Jamie's erection quickly retreated back into his sheath. The smirking coyote looked very pleased with himself. His expression reminded Jamie of a trapper coming back to see prey caught in one of his snares.

"Aren't you a cute one. I was hoping you would come back," said the coyote.

Jamie pulled at his cuffs trying to free himself. His foot paw splashed into his own piss puddle as he struggled. The second half of the coyote's words lost on him in his shame. The reality of being caught wasn't what he had expected.

The coyote's expression softened. The other canine cast his eyes downward first stopping at Jamie's bound wrists and then down to the puddle on the floor.

"Those are some nice handcuffs do they take a standard cuff key?" asked the coyote.

Jamie knew he had been caught in the act. No sense in being coy.

"They do b-but I left it at home," answered Jamie.

The coyote tilted his head before asking: "Are you embarrassed that I caught you playing bondage games?"

The fox turned away as he felt heat burn his face. His ears pressed flat atop his head.

"You're playing a dangerous game little fox. Anyone could come along stuff a chloroform-soaked rag over your nose and take you home. Does anyone know that you're out here?" asked the coyote.

Jamie's first instinct was to lie, but he just couldn't form words he was just too embarrassed he mumbled something inaudible it sounded like a whine more than anything.

"You picked an isolated place. I don't think anyone will hear you if you screamed. You can if it makes you feel better, but let's make this easier on the both of us," purred the coyote.

Jamie shuddered and gave his restraints a good yank. His cuffs scraped against the metal bar as Jamie twisted himself away from the coyote.

The fox's response seemed to animate the coyote. He reached into his leather jacket and took out a glass vial it had a label on it, but it was too far away for Jamie to read. From a different pocket, the coyote pulled out of a white handkerchief. He uncapped the vial and covered the open end with his handkerchief then he inverted the glass bottle and soaked some of the contents into the handkerchief. He recapped the bottle and returned it to his coat pocket.

"What are you doing?" asked Jamie having finally found his voice. It wasn't a loud voice he squeaked out the question.

The coyote pulled his muzzle into a large smirk before he said: "It's just something to help you sleep foxy."

The bondage play was over now. Jamie was desperately trying to get free he thrashed and tugged at his cuffs not caring if he bruised himself. He yanked at the pole trying to force it from the wall. All the while the coyote slowly approached. Suddenly the coyote struck. He pounced forward grabbing the underside of Jamie's muzzle with one hand and pressing the cloth of the handkerchief over his nose and mouth.

"That's right, it's time for a nap," said the coyote as he pressed down.

The scent of the drug hit Jamie immediately. He suddenly began to feel woozy his struggles began to get more sluggish and uncoordinated. He felt dizzy the room was starting to spin the coyote was now too powerful he half-heartedly tried to turn his head away, but the other canine's grip was far too firm. Jamie's eyelids began to grow heavy. He slid down to his knees his shins splashing into his piss puddle. The room became dark as consciousness left the fox.

Slowly Jamie began to grow aware of his surroundings. Sluggishly he opened his eyes. He wasn't in the toilet block anymore it took him a few moments for his eyes to adjust until he could see. Awareness of his body came sooner. He found himself in a sitting position. He tried to move his arms and then his legs but found they had been strapped down. Strapped to the arms and legs of a restraint chair of some description. It was made of wood, and the straps are made of thick leather with metal buckles.

Jamie was sitting at a table with a display of fresh cut flowers in the centre. It was a small dining room with pale blue and white wallpaper, and the ceiling had intricate patterns carved into the plaster. The flooring was hardwood floorboards stained a dark shade of brown. He could feel their glossy texture with his foot paw pads. He no longer had his swimsuit on and was completely nude. He smelled like he had been cleaned. The smell of shampoo lingered in his fur.

The room where he was kept was decorated by classic paintings in gold leaf frames as well as finely crafted cabinets one of them a glass display case filled with beautiful china plates and bowls. Jamie shifted his weight left to right to see if we could swing the chair. The chair was heavy and appeared to be bolted into the floor; he couldn't even lift one of the legs off the ground.

He thought to yell out, but that idea was quickly dashed. He didn't know if his captor was close by and how he would react if he made much noise. He couldn't help but pin his ears flat the top of his head as he heard the sound of canine claws clicking, this time on wooden floorboards. The coyote entered the room he came through a far door. This time the coyote was dressed in a red smoking jacket. He stared into Jamie's eyes. It made the fox shudder, and this made the coyote grin.

His captor slowly padded over until he was beside Jamie. He reached down and stroked the side of his face, the soft fox fur on the side of Jamie's muzzle. Jamie sat ramrod straight in the chair as his coyote captor gently patted him. The coyote's gentle pats shifted away from the side of his muzzle up toward the back of his right ear. The 'yote's green eyes studied Jamie as he continue to pat and scratch in that particular spot that many canine's had right behind the ears.

Jamie made a genuine attempt to keep his wits about him, but the constant attention the coyote was giving his sensitive, sweet spot was forcing him to relax. In spite of the current situation, Jamie's eyes became laden. The coyote caught him off guard changing to the left ear still targeting the particular sensitive spot. Jamie could smell the musk of other canine's arousal.

Jamie let out the involuntary sounds of vulpine affection. He felt his cheeks swiftly heat up. What made it worse was when he looked up at the coyote he was smiling, knowing that he was making him relax. Another part of Jamie had tensed up his; his own sex had begun to swell.

"That's it, Jamie. I don't want to hurt you, darling," The coyote said.

A stab of panic shot into Jamie's heart plunging in like a knife. How did he know his name? Over the next few seconds, Jamie reasoned to himself. No doubt his captor had his ID that was stored in his wallet, in the duffle bag with his street clothes. If he had been out long enough he must have gone through it. This knowledge didn't settle Jamie's nerves. His street address was on his driver's licence as well. His captor now knew where he lived.

The coyote must have felt Jamie jump in his chair because he bought a second hand paw into play. With this hand paw, he brushed the side of Jamie's muzzle. Jamie thought he could bite him quite easily, but it wouldn't get him anywhere, he was still quite bound. The soft coyote affection was catching him off guard. Try as he might he couldn't resist becoming more relaxed as he was petted very much like a feral pet dog.

"I'm Liam," said the coyote.

"Hey, how about you let me go I won't tell anyone," offered Jamie.

Liam just chuckled in response. He ignored Jamie's offer and continued his pets and pats working behind Jamie's ears again rubbing in soft circles. Despite himself, Jamie let out a soft sigh. The coyote took him by surprise leaning in and give him a kiss on the forehead; it was just a peck one that a mother would give their child. He stopped rubbing Jamie and took a seat at the table nearby.

"You're much too good a find to be simply caught and released. I have quite a thing for foxes they're quite helpful around my greenhouse," said Liam.

Jamie's thoughts immediately turned dark. What did the coyote mean? Use his blood and bone as fertiliser for the plants. Liam cast his eyes downwards. Jamie knew that he was peeking at his slick fox rocket poking out of the silo.

"I'm not a gardener. In the 5th grade I thought oats grew on trees," said Jamie trying to drag himself from his black thoughts.

"But you do have the skills that I require. It's your predilections that concern me, especially those for bondage." said the coyote

What did bondage have to do with gardening? There are more questions than answers. At least he had his lust back under control. Jamie felt his sheath slide over his retreating erection.

"I'm the owner of some very exotic plants. They have very unique growth requirements. I think it's best that I show you." Liam said.

Liam got up and walked over to a cabinet on the side of the room. He opened the top drawer and took out two items. The first item was a collar that had a box attached to its side with an aerial poking out of the box. The second was just a dog leash. He walked back over and set about wrapping the collar around Jamie's neck. Once he had done that he connected the leash to the D-ring on the collar. The coyote then produced a small remote control from one of his smoking jacket's large pockets. It was a single button remote. The button was red and shiny.

"As my guest Jamie, I expect you to follow my house rules. I'm about to unstrap you, but if you want to put up a fight I'll have to use my shock collar on you," said Liam.

The coyote began to unstrap Jamie from his bonds. He started with the left leg and then the right and then the left arm and then the right arm. The coyote was holding his remote in his left hand. As soon as the last buckle was undone Jamie tried to snatch the remote. Liam had been expecting this and had already pushed the button by the time Jamie had reached halfway towards the remote. Jamie's whole body convulsed as a wave of electrical current zapped through it. His muscles were rigid and contracted involuntarily. He rocked back and forth in the chair. The shock had only lasted under a second, but for such a small device it had a lot of grunt.

"I'm sorry I had to be unpleasant Jamie, but I did warn you. I trust I don't have to do that again, now do I?" Liam asked.

"No," grunted out Jamie.

The coyote helped the fox up. Jamie was weary of trying to move too fast. He followed the coyote's lead. Liam walked behind the fox holding the leash. He instructed him where to go. They went out a door into the kitchen and then there was a back door. The coyote prompted Jamie to open it which he did. Outside was dark but with his vulpine eyes, he could see quite clearly despite the lack of light.

In the distance, Jamie could see the ocean. They were on the side of the hill overlooking the beach. This made Jamie relax; he knew where he was. The toilet block where he was captured was just a bit further down the curve of the coastline. He would have made a run for it if it wasn't for the shock collar. Jamie thought about yelling again, but then he realised it would only provoke another zap. This bloke must have quite a bit of money. He was living in a vast and sprawling, secluded beachfront property. Jamie turned his gaze behind him slowly not to alarm his captor. The house he had come from was more of a mansion.

It was made of sandstone and stood three stories tall. This was just great, he was the prisoner of some mad rich bastard. Even if he did escape, Liam and would probably get away with his abduction by hiring a better lawyer. Still, if he had an opportunity to escape he would take it. This coyote was cloud cuckoo. All this talk about plants and growth requirements were probably just delusions in this guy's head. He had to play along for now and by his time.

The pair walk towards a large greenhouse. It was a long building made of red brick and glass in metal frames. The coyote wasn't kidding about helping in the garden. Liam ordered Jamie inside. The fox climbed up five steps and opened the door. The first thing Jamie noticed was the smell. It didn't smell like a nursery at all there was an overpowering smell of latex and rubber. Liam entered behind Jamie and shut the door. Jamie could hear a bolt sliding shut behind him. The coyote flipped on the lights, it soon became apparent where that smell of latex was coming from.

There was this most unusual plant. It had a translucent bulb and trapped inside was an anthro fox. His legs were forced up against his chest. Rubbery vines wrapped around him from the outside of the translucent latex bulb were forcing his foot paws up around his face and folding his arms tightly behind his back. Over his muzzle covering his nose and mouth was an opaque green latex bud.

His tail was trapped behind him as well. The inside of the bulb was slick with a slimy mucus light green in colour. His was cocooned inside rooted to the ground along with the plant. Jamie gasped as the fox's eyes turned towards him. The fox began to thrash and twist in the latex. He screamed into the bud wrapped tightly around his muzzle. He stared at Jamie with pleading eyes.

"It looks like Henry is pleased to see you. He's been inside his pod for the first week out of the three-week cycle. Despite how it looks he is quite comfortable. This type of carnivorous latex plant only extracts the semen of mammals trapped inside. His bodily needs are being looked after. He is being fed a nutrient broth, and his eliminations are also harvested by the plant for fertiliser," explained Liam.

The other fox looked like he was shrink wrapped in tight rubber. His cocoon pressed tightly down all around him. Jamie's nostrils flared he sniffed the air. His canine nose could sort through the different scents in the greenhouse. The earthy smell of the growth medium, the thick tang of the rubbery plant but now he could smell Henry. The fox's scent was muted by his encasement, but it still seeped into the air.

It was the scent of sex. Henry reeked of it. The potent smell of male lust hung in the air. The plant must have copulated with him or the other way around. From his current angle, Jamie couldn't see the other fox's genitals. The plant held him tightly, but he could still rock in place. Perhaps his cock was buried deep inside this plant even now. Has Henry really been trapped for a week?

Jamie's whole body shuddered. Was this what Liam meant by helping in the greenhouse? He scanned the room quickly looking for a weapon or a way to escape. There was a far door that was partially open at the other end of the greenhouse it was propped open by a brick perhaps to keep the temperature down inside. The way was clear there was only a green tarp covering the floor a couple of metres before the exit. If it weren't for his damn collar, Jamie would have been long gone.

"Henry has a thing for bondage as well that's why he's the perfect greenhouse helper. My plants don't exclusively need foxes, but I find your kind quite attractive," said Liam.

"You can't just abduct people and expect them to nourish weird plants. I want no part of this," growled Jamie.

To say Jamie was surprised by what Liam did next would be an understatement. Liam reached up and unbuckled his collar.

"Alright, I thought a kinky fox like you would jump at the chance to be my latex garden helper. The door is over there I won't try and stop you," said Liam pointing towards the far greenhouse door.

This guy was mad! He went to all the trouble of abducting him just to let him go after showing him one of his guests. The police might not buy his testimony, but if he showed them the other fox prisoner, they would have to believe him then. Jamie took a few steps forward before turning back to see if Liam was reaching for a weapon. The coyote looked placid he held his hands loosely by his side and was shooting the fox a regretful look.

Jamie walked past the bound fox. Henry grew even more frantic as Jamie approached. Jamie turned his gaze away from the pleading eyes of the trapped fox. He would have to bring back reinforcements before he could save him. Jamie couldn't stop Henry's muted cries from reaching his ears. It made him shudder. He tried to remain calm. He looked back again just checking that Liam wasn't pulling any tricks.

It appeared that the coyote was indeed this stupid. Liam was just letting him go. Jamie was halfway across the greenhouse. The floor was covered in the black sponge-like growth medium. Jamie kept himself moving, as he walked across the greenhouse he looked at the door. It was indeed propped open by a brick. Jamie trotted across the green tarpaulin. The fox knew that something was wrong after the first few steps. His foot paws we're beginning to feel slick and slimy, and the ground was much more spongy then it should have been.

Jamie looked down what had been a lifeless green tarp had morphed into the open petals of a large latex plant. The fox blinked he was sure it wasn't a plant just moments ago. Jamie wouldn't have gone near it otherwise. His foot paws sunk into the petals like he was walking on a mattress. Jamie slowly took a step back. He had to get away from this plant. It wasn't doing anything yet. Perhaps he could get clear before it reacted.

With his next step, Jamie went sliding backwards. The terrain under him had moved. He fell flat on his back; it didn't hurt. It felt like he was landing on a trampoline or a mattress. His bottom and back felt wet. His impact had pushed out a green jelly-like substance from the area under him like it was squeezed out of a sponge. As he sensed the plant move again, he tried to brace his elbows and right himself, but they slid out from under him. His fur becoming slick with slime.

Jamie knew that he had fallen right into Liam's trap when the four large petals began to raise up around him. The fox frantically tried to stand but the plant's slick sap or whatever it was just made him slip and slide. The petals were arching upwards towards the centre of the plant. Jamie slid inwards away from the outer edges of the petals closing around him. The four large petals wrapped around him loosely. They merged closed forming a seamless seal as if they were a single piece of rubber. They were the same translucent rubber as the plant trapping Henry. Jamie felt he still had time to escape; he wasn't wholly restrained by the plant yet.

He clawed at the sides of the translucent prison. The walls began to shift pressing inwards. This only made Jamie more frantic in his escape attempts. He kept falling on his rear. His sheath found a divot under him. A rush of air and a loud sucking sound rushed up to Jamie's ears. His genitals had been sucked towards the divot in the floor. It wasn't really a floor; it was all part of the same plant Jamie realised. The walls pressed even closer he pushed at them but his hand paws, caked in the plant's lubricant-like sap, just slipped off the sides of the spongy translucent walls.

He pushed himself onto his knees escaping the plants mating clasp or whatever it was. He looked down at his sheath and balls. They were still there only coated in that slick greenish sap. He could see a shadow approaching from outside it was that bastard coyote, Liam. He was wearing what could only be described as a coyote grin. Jamie snarled and punched the side of his shrinking cocoon. This made the coyote snigger. Jamie should have hit the coyote's face and went through the door he had entered. Now, it was much too late.

It was getting quite claustrophobic in his plant prison now. Green latex vines had sprouted outside of the central pod. They pushed at the side walls. They were trying to make Jamie sit down on his rear and presumably align with the plant's hole under him. No matter how hard he had scratched or even bit at the walls, he didn't leave so much as a mark. The vines made a sudden sharp jab that threw Jamie off balance. He could feel them snag his legs out from under him and force him to sit on his rear. Jamie's sheath was soon pinned against the plant's faux vagina.

The vines pressed his legs up against his abdomen and pinned them there. They locked themselves under his knees. He pushed down hard with his hands. He lifted himself out of the plant's hole. His prison grew tighter and tighter and first his right arm and then his left were strapped behind his back via the strong vines pushing outside of the rubber cocoon. Even his tail was restrained. He was gasping in panicked breaths. He was too busy struggling to get his arms free to notice the bulb inside with him until it was too late.

In total shock, Jamie felt a plunger-like bulb attach itself around his mouth and nose. A rubbery tube had forced its way into his throat. The bud around his muzzle vacuum sealed tightly shut almost fusing with his fur. Jamie quickly breathed in and was relieved to find that the plant was supplying him with fresh air. As he blew out, he felt the flow of air redirected outwards down one of the hollow vines. At least this plant wasn't going to suffocate him. The tube inside his latex gag pressed down on his tongue. His whole mouth tasted of rubber.

"Alright, Jamie since you've been a good boy and played along. I'll let you know a secret. The plant will first hold you for about half an hour. If you don't ejaculate into the plant, it will let you go thinking that you're a dud and not a stud. This is your real chance at freedom don't waste it," explained the coyote.

Jamie watched through the translucent cocoon as the coyote walked back across the greenhouse and out the door. At the very least he left the light on for him. Jamie contemplated what Liam meant. The plant's faux vagina was pressing snuggly against his sheath, but it wasn't doing anything to stimulate him. The only real movement he was allowed now that he was fully restrained was to roll his hips. Jamie tried again to escape all he could really do was rock back and forth using his abdominal muscles and his pelvis his other limbs tightly restrained he could turn his head but not much else.

Jaime forced himself to stop feeling that his movements had only caused him some sexual excitement. The tip of is tapered fox penis had slid into the inviting abyss under him. Jamie tried to think of ways he could distract himself but being helplessly trapped inside this latex plant was hitting his buttons hard. The feeling of helplessness coupled with the fact that he hadn't brought himself relief from his earlier bondage session was only making him hornier. He closed his eyes and did his best to ignore the sensations.

The fox could feel the slippery opening conform to the shape of his taped cock tip. It held him firmly squeezing his penis the slimy sap of teasing more of his cock out of his sheath. The hole itself wasn't actively milking his cock. All stimulation was made by Jamie's movements. Jamie shook his head as he erection continued to grow. He could only slow down his growing arousal. The wet silky sleeve gripped him tightly, and he couldn't stop himself from rocking slightly now and then.

As Jamie became fully erect, save for his canine knot. He adjusted his position. A slurping noise could be heard as his cock rose up about half an inch out of the faux vagina. He quickly sunk back down. The sleeve rolled down his cock making the fox shudder. Jamie did his best not to move, but every so often the vines would twitch and rub over him from outside his cocoon. As the minutes passed his slippery sleeve kept him aroused.

Jamie closed his eyes tightly as some sap dipped over them. The sound of the waves could be heard. Jamie opened his eyes. He was back in the toilet block. A click caught his attention. It was his mechanical cuffs undoing themselves. The fox looked around he was alone. Had he passed out or got too involved with a sexual daydream? The wet vulpine piss between his foot paws felt real. As did his erection tenting out his lime green swimsuit. He should take care of it. He needed a good wank. He reached down and pumped himself a few times.

No, something's not right. The sexual daydream was much too vivid to be fake. Jamie forced himself to stop. Oh, how he wanted to cream his bathers then and there. The room began to warp and shift twisting around. The walls began to grow slick and glossy with green slime. Jamie shook himself awake. He was still inside the plant. He had been actively humping the plant's pleasure sleeve. His thick canine knot had popped into the tight hole locking his cock in place. He had to be careful this plant could play tricks on his mind.

Sometime later, Jamie was getting desperate; he had no idea how long he had to keep up his self-discipline. His fur was caked in plant's sap. Suddenly there was movement. A hiss of air and the secure shell begin to peel away. His mouth remained gagged as the other vines loosened and let his limps free. His fur was soddenly drenched in the slimy sap. The crisp outside air made him shiver. He kept himself as still as possible. His erection lurched as his weight shifted no longer held up by the plant.

His limbs slopped onto the now open latex petals. He bit down on his gag avoiding the temptation to thrust into the tight hole under him. Next, his gag unwrapped itself from around his muzzle. The vine retreated, and Jamie let out a gasping breath before starting to pant. Delicately he pried out his knot from the faux vagina. He had done it, he had resisted the plant. Jamie slid back towards the other trapped fox. Once he was out from under the large latex petals. Jamie tried standing. He was a little shaky having be wrapped in a tight position for so long.

Jamie's cock was begging for attention. He needed to masturbate, desperately so. He reached down and pumped himself. The squelch of wet sap lubricating his hand paw and cock came up to his ears. Jamie paused for several moments. Was this real? He checked the other fox, Henry was still there. He was wrapped up in his own pod gently rocking back and forth, humping his plant like a good fox. In hindsight, this should have tipped off Jamie that things were not as they seemed. Instead, Jamie insisted that he had to bring himself to orgasm first, before making his escape. He grasped his erect cock and shut his eyes tightly as he pumped away. It didn't take long for horny Jamie blow his load.

When he opened his eyes again, the greenhouse began to warp and twist. No, no, no! It wasn't fair! The hallucination started to fade as the glass and brick of the fake greenhouse oozed with green slime. He wasn't free of the plant at all he was still trapped. It had been another delusion, a trick to make him think it was safe to cum. He could feel the evidence of recent orgasm being sucked out from under him. Jamie trashed and twisted with all his might. A new sensation could be felt. It was a smooth, rubbery vine that was probing around his ass.

The fox's lubed up tail hole offered no resistance as it drove home inside Jamie's ass. It was soon locked in place. The tentacle-like hollow vine must be how the plant collects his solid waste. Jamie was snapped out of his thoughts by the touch of a hand paw against his head. He looked up and saw Liam looking down at him. The coyote petted the outside of Jamie's cocoon. The fox could feel the soft strokes.

"Looks like someone had a wet dream. My garden can be as tricky as a coyote," cooed Liam.

"Mmurth!" screamed Jamie.

"It's okay, You put up more of a fight than most. You should be proud," said Liam.

"Mmth! Mur!" screamed Jamie.

Liam ignored the muted sounds that Jamie made. He walked back towards the main door and shut out the light leaving both of his trapped foxes in darkness. Jamie could hear the door swing closed. He was this plant's captive now.