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Toby awoke from uneasy sleep to the sound of clattering metal somewhere nearby. He'd already lost track of how many times he'd jerked awake in realization of his situation. His muscles were cramped, and he could smell the sharp scent of the old, used diapers he was locked in the trunk with. He had no idea how long he'd been in it, though he'd seen at least one period of darkness, and now it was somewhat light again outside.

There was some more clanging and thumps outside. Toby half-heartedly hoped someone had found him, as implausible as that was, but he realized it was likely just the badger returning. The noise went on for what he could only guess was several hours, and the bunny's mind raced to try and guess what might be going on, falling in and out of sleep again several times.

Finally he could sense some motion just outside the trunk, as the boxes stacked on top were moved aside, and the padlocks clicked open. Toby got his first breath of fresh air in almost a day as he stared up at the badger's muzzle.

"Thought I forgot about you, hm?" said the badger gruffly. "Nope, not yet at least." He reached into the chest, pushing aside the smelly used diapers, and hauled Toby up and out, setting the bunny down on the dirt.

Toby lay there for a moment, still unsure what was going to happen next. He idly wiggled his stumpy legs and arms back and forth, having at least a little room to stretch them out again. He could feel that most of the vetwrap was damp, from both the older wet diapers and his own that had long since overflowed.

The badger wrinkled his nose at the smell coming up from Toby. "You're quite ripe. I'll get you cleaned up, but first I need to get you situated. Fortunately, I'll only have to do these preparations once." He brought up a pair of scissors and cut away the wrapping holding one of Toby's arms folded together.

Toby groaned as his arm was extended, able to stretch. He was a bit surprised to see that his paw was still wrapped in purple vetwrap. The badger grabbed this paw and started wrapping it up in shiny silver duct tape, starting at his wrist and winding the roll around. Toby squeaked into his gag at this, and wriggled, but his other limbs were still stuck together in a tight package. Carefully, his captor encased his paw in a larger mitt of heavy tape, finishing it up by tearing off individual strips to make everything smooth. Then he stepped back, pulling on a set of heavy rubber gloves and grabbing a bucket with a paint stirrer sticking out of it. The stick came out with some thick, somewhat milky gel attached to it, which was then applied to the outside of the duct tape mitt. Even over the harsh smells coming from his fur, he could detect a strong chemical scent from the gel.

The badger was careful to hold Toby's paw out to one side horizontally as he applied the goop. "Careful now," he warned, "probably don't want to get any of this on your fur. Epoxy resin, great stuff for keeping things in place. Like your fingers, which you won't be using again." Toby stiffened at this, knowing how hard it would be to get the mitts off his hands once sealed on.

Still wearing the gloves, the badger took out a new roll of vetwrap and started to wrap it over the top of the epoxy. The wrap itself was partly fabric, so it soaked up the still-wet goop as it hardened, making a tough cast-like shell of purple all the way down to his wrist. Once this was done, his arm was bent at the elbow and his paw left vertical. The badger moved around Toby to his other side, and started unwrapping his other hand. "Don't move your hand," he said, "unless you want it stuck to your body."

Toby held his hand up in the air, quivering a little from the muscle cramping, while his other hand was being tightly wrapped and glued. When the badger was done with the epoxy, he moved back to the first hand, covering the mostly-dry shell with one further wrap of duct tape. Repeating this on the other side, he patted the large mitts the bunny now had for hands. "There we go, nice and snug. One thing I won't have to change, unlike your diapers. Fuck, you smell terrible. Time for your washing."

Toby squealed into his gag as his legs were freed and he was immediately hauled to his feet.. He took a few stumbling steps as he was supported from behind by the badger's arms underneath his. He was guided towards the far end of the barn, into a large open stall with a concrete floor and drain. The only new addition to the stall was a chain hanging from a winch on a heavy crossbeam, and dangling from the end of chain at about eye-level was a set of shackles. Wasting no time, the badger opened the shackles and fit them around each of the bunny's wrists on the slightly thinner portion of sealed-up wrapping.

He let go of the bunny, who slumped slightly at the limit of the chain, walking over to the front of the stall. "Let's get my doll all nice and clean, now," he said, grabbing a nearby hose and turning the faucet on. With his other hand he held a button on the wall down, and the winch in the ceiling took up the slack in the chain, hoisting the bunny up onto his feet. Toby's arms were pulled up high above his head, and the winch stopped as he felt sore and utterly stretched-out. The concrete floor was smooth from years of use, and his hindpaws were forced onto tiptoe, scrabbling for purchase. He swung around on the end of the chain, trying to regain his balance--and that's when the jet of water hit him.

The blast came at him like a firehose, spinning him around. He coughed up a muffled scream--the water was cold! The first jet was strong enough that if it hadn't been so cold, it would have felt good for his aching body. It hammered up and down his body as the badger shifted the hose, the pressure quickly tearing off his full diaper which was sent flying into a corner of the stall. As suddenly as it had come, the water shut off, and Toby was left nude, dripping and shivering as he swung lightly from the chain. The badger picked up a long-handled brush, dipped into a soapy bucket, and started scrubbing the bunny down. Thick suds ran off his fur and down the drain, the rough bristles getting down to his skin.

When the badger got around to scrubbing Toby's front side, he glanced down briefly at the bunny's cold-shrunken balls and sheath, cupping them in a large clawed paw. "Hm. Bit small I guess. Not like I'll be doing much with these anyway." Seeing the bunny's look of shock and confusion, he continued. "What? You thought I was gay? Hell, no. I'm a kinky bastard, that's for sure, but I'm not into boys or men in that way. No, I'm just into bondage. Heavy, encasing, inescapable bondage." He continued scrubbing. "The situations excite me, not who's in them. So when I say you're my possession, I mean that literally. You're nothing but a dress-up doll. Don't ever think I'm going to be nice, just because I'm attracted to you, or because you have a pair of these." He gave Toby's balls a painful squeeze. "It's not gonna happen."

With that, he stepped back and gave the poor bunny another blast with the hose. Once Toby was fully rinsed-off, he was left dangling on the chains, arms aching to be let down, while the badger went over and set up some more equipment.

After what felt like ages, hearing the the low rumble of a generator from time to time, and more clanking of steel, the badger came back into Toby's view. He held some wide loops of metal open at one end, each with several rings along the outer edges, which he set down in a pile. He then brought in another bucket of the epoxy, setting it near the metal. Lastly, several long sets of chain connected together at various points was set down.

The badger came up close to Toby, his large frame filling the bunny's vision as he leaned in close to his ears. "Now, toy, I'm going to take off your gag, because I want to see your expressions better. Scream if you like, but considering we're maybe two miles away from anyone else hearing you, and the barn blocks most of it, it's not going to make much difference." He then snipped a corner of the fabric wrapping and unwound it from Toby's muzzle.

Toby opened his mouth, filling his lungs with large gulps, still shivering slightly from the cold. He was happy to have the use of his mouth again, though it was very dry. "Rrrf... could I... have some water?" His sheath stirred slightly, and he amended his question. "Please, uh....Sir?"

The badger huffed, frowning slightly. "Don't call me Sir. I know what that means, and I'm not your Sir. I'm your owner, if you like, but don't call me anything at all. I'd prefer you didn't speak, but you have to eat and drink sometime, I suppose." He walked over to his bag, grabbing a small bottle of water, which he held up to Toby's mouth. Toby greedily drank nearly the entire bottle.

When the bunny was done, he lowered his eyes to not look at the badger directly. A soft, almost whispered "thank you" came from his lips. The badger put a claw underneath his chin and lifted. "I do want to you see this," he said.

In the badger's hands was the largest of the metal loops, which Toby now recognized as a collar. There didn't seem to be any hinge, just a kind of clasp on either side of the open end. Two flat edges looked like they slid together, a hole in the upper one, sticking into a bracket only slightly wider than the the rest of the collar. Three rings were welded onto the sides and back, looking very solid. "This is yours," the badger continued. With sheer strength, he wrenched the opening large enough to slip the collar around Toby's neck, and then carefully wrangled it almost closed. The bunny could feel the weight in his upper shoulders, and knew he'd have to get used to it.

"Heh, almost forgot the important part," his captor muttered, turning to the bucket. He dabbed a tiny bit of the epoxy into the inside of the clasp facing away from the bunny's neck, then quickly shoved the other half together with it, lining up two holes in the top half with matching pots in the lower half. A small click was heard and felt, as something caught enough to hold the two parts together for now. Both hands free, the badger then pulled two screws out of one pocket, and the electric drill hanging from his belt. A quick dab of more glue in the screw holes, then the screws went tightly through the metal into the bolts on the other side. When the cordless drill was used to tighten them, Toby heard a snapping sound as each screw's head broke off, leaving the bolts embedded.. As if that wasn't enough, the badger slathered more epoxy over the clasp, then fit a perfectly-sized metal square into the recess, covering the ends of the bolts. The collar was now seamlessly bolted closed in a very permanent fashion.

The badger stepped back, surveying his work as he watched the bunny's expression change from curiosity to horror, his situation sinking finally in. "That's right, toy...there's no way that thing's coming off without a welding torch. And we wouldn't want to ruin your pretty fur for that. But don't worry! I've got matching accessories for you!" With that, he produced the other four heavy shackles, and started fitting them to Toby's ankles, using the same process as the collar. As each cuff was screwed and glued on, Toby's mind went deeper and deeper into realizing just how inescapable this situation was becoming. If he had any chances before to break free, he'd missed them. He was becoming more and more trapped by heavy duty steel and unbreakable bonds, completely under the control of the badger's whims.

The badger finished setting his ankles, and did one wrist at a time while Toby's arms were still attached to the chain, though at least the chain was lowered for better access. Finally Toby was able to rest on his full footpads and let his arms dangle. The badger took special care to wrap his wrist shackles around the lower edge of the mitts around his hands, and he even used more of the epoxy to glue them down to the surface of the duct tape. His hands now felt even more like dead weight, fingers utterly useless already, now rings solidly attached to his wrists as well.

Toby was eased down into a sitting position, then laid out flat on the still-damp concrete floor, his hands still attached to the chain. The badger pulled out the last piece of the bondage, the interconnected set of chains. He lay them out along the bunny's body, the cold of the metal seeping through his fur. One short horizontal length lay between his two ankles, another slightly longer between his wrists. Running the entire length of his body was another chain, from his collar down to his feet, and the other chains were linked directly into this longer one. The badger went outside the stall and came back dragging a small cart with a welder on it, trailing an extension cord to the generator outside. Toby looked down at his feet to see him attaching the open links of the chain to rings on his cuffs.

"You'll want to look away and hold very still for this, toy." The badger flipped down a welding mask over his face, giving an even more sinister look. Toby looked away, feeling brief bursts of intense heat near to his feet, and seeing the bright light cast across the entire barn from the sparks of the welding. It didn't take long, and then the badger moved up to weld shut the chains on his wrists. When he got to the link on his collar, he draped a heavy cloth over the bunny's face and chest to protect it from sparks.

Once the welding was finished, the badger shifted the welder to one side and helped Toby to his feet. The bunny was still a bit shaky, now hindered further by the weight of the metal and chains, both mitted paws and feet attached to his neck. He staggered to the entrance of the stall, held up one one side by firm arms. "Easy now," the badger said, "only a few more steps to your new home. You can sit or lay down once I've got you comfortable." The last word was said with more than a hint of amused inflection.

He led Toby over into the next stall, which was made of wood but newly reinforced with a grid of metal bolted and welded into the support beams. The bars covered the top of the stall about seven feet off the ground, and the inside of all four wooden walls, leaving only the floor in its original dirt, but still forming a very effective cage roughly five feet wide and ten feet deep. Mounted on one longer wall of the stall was a long water trough with a hose running into it, and another long food trough with what looked like a dry vegetable mash in it. The back wall held a thick rusted metal ring set into the concrete foundations of the barn's outer wall. Trailing from this ring was a 10-foot chain, the rusted and dirty length contrasted towards the end by a few shiny newer links.

Laying Toby down on the straw, the badger pulled the welder in with him, setting cloth out so the straw didn't catch fire, and quickly welded the new chain to the same link on the bunny's collar that his body chains attached to. Then he took the welder away, leaving the cage's door tauntingly open. When he returned, he was holding a tall stack of thick, white, disposable diapers.

Toby was already half-erect by this point, both scared and aroused as his state of helplessness deepened. When he saw the diapers, though, his small bunnyhood sprouted further from his sheath. "Aha," the badger said, smirking at the erection, "I thought that might happen. Well, you can't really play with yourself anymore, so I'll lock that away too. Know that I'm only putting you in these rather expensive diapers because I don't want to muck out the stall every single time."

With that, the badger lay Toby out on the ground and started to wrap the diapers up around him. First he slathered the entire diaper area with lotion, saturating the fur and skin, making sure to get lots up around the bunny's tail, but pointedly avoiding any contact with his cock. Then he something Toby hadn't even gotten to try yet, which was use his claws to slit the outer plastic of each diaper in turn as he applied them, to make sure that every diaper was used to its full capacity. As each diaper was applied and tightly taped up, the badger also ran a length of duct tape around the waistline to keep them on. Four, five, six already-thick diapers were applied, and between the chains holding his legs barely a foot apart, and the thickness pushing his knees open, Toby could barely move. When he managed to crawl himself to a kneeling position, the combined padding reached all the way down to the ground. He knelt there for several long moments before looking back up at the badger standing over him.

To his surprise, the badger had pulled his jeans down to his ankles, and was looking at him with hungry eyes while his paws stroked and rubbed at his lengthening cock. Toby gulped, looking at the member only a foot in front of his muzzle, but the badger just grunted at him and held up a paw. "No, toy, I'm not going to ask you to do anything. Just stay there, stay still. Like a good... nnnf. Toy. So totally...mmmm...stuck here." He moaned in pleasure as he worked himself to climax, Toby kneeling in chains with his eyes down. Some long moments later, the bunny felt the warm sticky badger seed splatter onto the top of his head, hitting his chest, running down the white plastic of his padding. "That's good, just...stay there, don't clean yourself off. I want you to smell like me, toy. In fact... I'll give you more of my scent."

Toby looked up again, as the badger came closer and aimed his cock down towards the bunny's chest. With some small effort, the larger male pushed a stream of fresh piss through his still-hard erection, spattering it onto the bunny's chest, running more or less directly down his stomach and into the first set of padding. Toby tried to keep his chains out of the way as much as he could, and he shifted nervously as he felt the new sensation of his diapers filling from a source other than himself. It was suddenly warm and wet, and very sharply smelling. He knew he'd smell that drying on his fur for several hours to come.

The badger finished up, spraying wildly into the air as he shook the last few drops out, then pulling up his jeans back up, tucking his thick cock off to one side. Apparently, he was of the type to go commando. "Ahh, so much better to use a toy for a toilet, rather than those nasty diapers of yours. I'll have to remember to drink extra water next time." He cleaned up the area, pulling everything else out of the stall. "Speaking of which, the water trough should refill itself from the well. The food, obviously, does not. Should be enough for at least a week though, you'll just have to ration it. I've got whole bags of the stuff in the barn here--if it was good enough for horses, it's good enough for a bunny."

With that, he closed the cage stall door, clanging a latch shut. In the space of five minutes, he welded the latch bolt and handle to the frame. "Alright, all locked in now. You take care, toy. I've got to pack up my equipment and lock the barn door up."

Toby knelt in his newly-wet diapers, still reeling from all the sudden changes to his freedom. After a few minutes, he looked up again, seeing the badger just about to head out the door. "Wait!" he yelled. "When will you be back?"

The badger grinned. "That's for me to know, and you to anticipate. Your diapers should hold for at least four days, and you've plenty of straw and dirt to overflow into. Your chains should hold, oh...forever. Don't worry, my toy. I've got so many more plans for you than just keeping you in a cage. Trust me, when I tire of playing with you, you'll know it."

With that ominous pronouncement, the badger closed the barn door, locking it with a simple padlock and chain. Toby sat in the quiet half-light, thinking more and more about his situation, wondering if he'd ever see the sky again, wondering if he could actually get used to this life of confinement. His cock still straining, rock-hard against its sodden padding, at the thought.