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Eric fingered the bright green collar around his neck as the limousine pulled up to the sweeping entrance of the Hillside Estate. What exactly did this collar represent? What had the young red fox gotten himself into this time?

They rounded the corner and Eric pressed his black nose against the glass, jaw agape with awe at the sheer vastness of the estate. The driveway seemed to go on for miles and the property itself overlooked a vast field of lush green rolling hills dusted with the lilac hint of alfalfa. The patriarch of the estate, the tall white rabbit who Eric had only recently met in rather embarrassing circumstances, made his way up the stairs without so much as a backwards glance at the beleaguered fox. Eric alighted from the vehicle and clutched his small bag of belongings to himself, tail flitting nervously between his legs.

He was ushered up through a back entrance and summarily escorted into a spacious bedroom near the kitchens. The young vulpine sat on the massive four post wooden bed with lilac bedspread and gawked through the double-doors at the vista that presented itself to him. A meticulously manicured garden marched out into the distance with rows and rows of carefully planned garden beds lined with white stones. He had never been to such a fancy place in all his life, and he was pretty sure his entire family home probably fit in this very room that was clearly allocated to him as some kind of servant's quarters. The walls were lined with dark wood panels and a bookcase was built into the wall behind him.

He stood up to look at the titles: all written in the local Lapish language which he himself could not read or speak. For the third time that day he cursed his naivety at coming to a foreign country expecting he could get by speaking nothing but Common.

As he was lost in self-pity, a squat beige bunny wordlessly entered the room carrying a small stool, closely followed by a similarly squat assistant hefting a large bag over his shoulder.

"Hey there, so nice to meet a friendly face, I'm Eric. I don't suppose you speak common by any chance?"

The lead rabbit shrugged his diminutive shoulders in the universal sign for "I don't know or care" and gestured towards the bag carried by his assistant, a long string of instructions emanating from his muzzle.

"I, uh, don't follow..." Eric began slowly.

The rabbit huffed and pulled at Eric's shirt sleeve, then gestured to the bag, repeating the instructions again with a long-drawn-out hiss. The fox got the hint.

Slowly, awkwardly, Eric unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it off, folded it up and placed it carefully into the bag. The rabbit nodded his approval and gave a short bark of command.

"All right, all right, keep your tail on, I'm doing it, I'm doing it!"

Eric pulled off his vest and slipped out of his jeans, he felt the rough denim slide over his long, red and black-furred legs, conscious of his tail raising as he bent over to take his pants off. He stood back up awkwardly, proffering the clothes. The vest, jeans and belt all went into the bag as well.

The rabbit barked a single word and shook the bag impatiently.

"But, dude, that's every..."

The rabbit shook the bag again.

"Look, I don't know what you expect..."

The rabbit grabbed at Eric's briefs which were about at eye level for him, snapping the elastic against Eric's waist.

"Oh, ok, damn it, jeez, no I can do that myself, ok, just wait a bit."

He shuddered involuntarily as his soft white orbs were exposed to the cool night air, stepping out of the undies, and handing them over, ears flushed with embarrassment.

Seemingly satisfied with this achievement, the rabbit stuffed the rest of Eric's belongings into the bag and gestured briskly to his assistant who whisked it away, returning minutes later.

Eric shivered a little even though the afternoon air wasn't that cold, his red and white fur shone in the afternoon light that streamed in through the double doors that opened into the gardens.

The rabbits set up the stool and Mr. Brown (as Eric started calling him in his head) tiptoed on the stool so he could bring one end of the tape measure up to Eric's shoulder. Eric shied away a little as the rabbit's rough little jacket rubbed up against his sensitive sheath.

The rabbit mimed a "T-pose" and Eric mimicked him. It was clear this bunny was a tailor, whose job it was to fit him out for his new wardrobe.

Eric stood as still as he could while the tailor-bunny and his assistant meticulously measured his arms, his chest, his waist his wrists and his ankles. The procedure was the same for each measurement: Mr Brown wrapped the tape around Eric, then clicked his tongue reciting numbers to his companion who dutifully documented them into a little green book. When the last wrist was done Eric scratched furiously at his itchy nose, eyes watering.

"Are we done, uh, Mr Brown?"

The rabbit hopped down off the stool and without preamble or consent wrapped the measuring tape around Eric's cock and balls, reading the number to his minion, who giggled and wrote it down in a book.

"Hey, what's so funny, there's nothing wrong with my..."

The rabbit then roughly stuck a claw inside Eric's sheath, pulling it taught, stretching it out to measure his flaccid length as well, this too went into the book.

Seemingly satisfied with their work, the rabbits collected their equipment and departed as rapidly as they had come.

He sat there on the bed, his sheath still smarting slightly from where the rabbit's claws had dug roughly into his delicate flesh. As the evening started settling in, the rolling hills took on a dark and ominous hue and he wondered if they were going to throw all his old stuff away or put it somewhere safe for him to collect when he left.

When was he going to be able to leave?

It was dusk when the pair returned, carrying two armfuls of duffel bags, festooned with the estate's insignia: two white rabbits flanking a green pine tree.

One bag was discarded in the corner of the room, the other one opened to reveal four bright green leather cuffs, matching the collar around his neck. These cuffs went around his wrists and ankles immediately. They were soft and comfortable, but quite strong and tight, he could tell they were not meant to come off any time soon.

The second item was a light-fitting polo shirt for sleeping in, and a cotton... skirt? Kind of like a kilt, but made from a much softer, more comfortable material.

Eric stood patiently while the rabbits dressed him, glad to finally have some semblance of modesty once more.

"Uh, it looks kind of great, thank you, but, um, didn't you kind of forget something?" Eric tucked his tail between his legs to cover up his exposed genitals under the kilt. Don't you people wear, you know, underwear?

He noted that he was the only one in the kilt / skirt thing, the rabbits both wore what seemed like ordinary trousers, he bet they had underwear on as well. Cheeky little buggers.

It was then that the shiny metal cage emerged from the Mr. Brown's pocket, glinting faintly silver in the dwindling light.

While his assistant watched with unconcealed curiosity, the beige bunny swiftly clamped the cage around Eric's sheath and balls, locking it in place with a little golden key. Eric yelped at the sensation of the cold metal against his sensitive bits.

"Hey what the fuck?" he growled and snapped "Hey! You take that off!"

Unperturbed, the beige rabbit smiled up at Eric, proudly tapped the cage with the key, and then with a flick of their tails, both bunnies were gone.

He spent the next hour trying to remove the cage from his member, but the tailor had measured well, it fit snugly around his junk and all he managed to do was cause his balls to throb from being pulled on.

Eric struggled to sleep that night, he dreamt that he was drowning in a massive lake, being dragged down into the depths by a dense heavy anchor that was chained to the cage around his sheath.

He awoke to a warm and comfortable morning, with a painful sensation in his groin. His shaft was pressed painfully hard up against the dimensions of the cage, unaware that it was not going to be able to make an appearance this morning. He crossed his legs and willed himself soft again. He rolled over and whined to himself. This was getting ridiculous, he hadn't cum in ages and he needed release, his young fox body was not used to this duration of chastity.

Just as he was about to go search through all the drawers for a screwdriver or something, a brief knock at the door preceded a diminutive pink rabbit in a white outfit.

Eric jumped out of bed, not wanting to look lazy, even though it was still early enough in the morning.

The rabbit nodded curtly to Eric, he was slight, even for a rabbit, and his head came up to about Eric's navel.

Mr. Pink gestured at the bed and let out a barrage of lispy syllables that Eric now recognised as Lapish, though he still didn't recognise any words. Eric bit his lip and shook his head.

"No, sorry, I don't suppose you speak any Common, do you?"

The rabbit's pink ears perked in surprise, and he stroked his chin for a moment as if considering what to do next. Eventually, he clambered up onto the big bed and got down on all fours, with his head facing the door, looking meaningfully at Eric.

When he got back down off the bed, Mr. Pink gestured to Eric in an unmistakeable gesture of "OK, now you try".

"Oh, uh, ok, like this?"

Eric clambered onto the bed on his paws and knees, chin up in the fashion the rabbit seemed to do. The bunny nodded with approval and walked around all four corners of the bed, tugging on Eric's cuffs.

Once the bunny got to his last limb, he realised with a start that the pink rabbit was fixing his cuffs tight to each of the four posts of the bed with a long length of rope that he wove through a series of pulleys hidden in the frame.

Seemingly satisfied with his work, the rabbit pulled the rope taught and tied it off, Eric felt all his limbs pulled firmly down onto the bed, the pulleys providing the rabbit with powerful leverage over the larger canid, he splayed out, tied and vulnerable. He struggled experimentally, but every time he pulled an arm, it pulled his legs tighter and vice versa.

His heart started pounding in his ears and his mouth went dry. This was a trap, some kind of torture!

"H..hey, there, Mr. Pink, uh, there must be some kind of mistake, I'm not supposed to be a prisoner here, I'm harmless really, just a tourist, please there must be some mistake."

The rabbit took a pair of velvet gloves out of his pocket and started putting them on. Eric's tail frizzed with fright.

"H..hey now, p..please, you have the wrong fox, please let me go, I'll do anything, anything!"

The rabbit, obviously registering Eric's discomfort took off one of the gloves and brushed a soft furred paw gently down one of his sides, speaking soothingly to him, the paw went up and down his sides and patted him gently on the head, stroking him under the muzzle.

"Shhh, shhh" the rabbit repeated patiently till Eric's fur stopped standing on end. The bunny smiled reassuringly and proceeded to slip off Eric's skirt, which fell to the bed, revealing his be-jewelled junk. Eric's tail instinctually flicked forward under him to cover his nether regions and he whined.

"P..please, what are you d..doing?"

The bunny pulled a large vial from one of his pockets and placed it on the bed. From his breast pocket he retrieved a golden key, attached to his waistcoat by a long golden chain.

A light bulb went off in Eric's head. This was supposed to be his job after all. A milking fox? Was this how it happened? Was he about to be milked?

Mr. Pink reached forward with one gloved paw and gently grabbed Eric's cage. Eric felt himself stir immediately at the sensation of something against his balls. Mr. Pink unlocked the cage and secured it away in his pocket.

He then turned his attention to everything but Eric's cock, rubbing his fur with one gloved paw while the other brushed his coat to a sleek shine with a brush. Despite himself, Eric relaxed, mesmerised by the touch and the soft reassuring noises radiating from the rabbit.

It was a few minutes later that Eric felt the rabbit's soft but insistent gloved paws rubbing him gently on the sheath. Almost immediately his neglected shaft responded, peaking out through the sheath: red and slick, quivering with desire.

The rabbit continued to croon encouragingly to him as he started massaging the bigger fur's cock back and forth back and forth. The expert paws were incredibly economical in their movements, they knew exactly where to touch to make him writhe and moan. Every time he moaned extra loudly, the rabbit would stop in concern and check on him, so Eric learnt to hold his tongue if he wanted the treatment to continue.

He could feel his passion building, embarrassingly much faster than ever before, it must have been a combination of someone else's expert touch and the fact that he hadn't cum in ages. It was going to be soon. Soon! Eric arched his back and started trying to buck his hips to get it going faster.

The rabbit stopped stroking him and went back to brushing his coat gently, cooing at him soothingly, Eric let out a groan of frustration and arched his back. "Oh, come on, man, I was so damn close!" he barked and snapped at the rabbit in frustration.

The rabbit waggled his finger at him sternly and Eric snapped in frustration. This outburst earned him a tight-fitting leather muzzle so he couldn't be so snappy in future. He whined instead. Bucking his hips and trying to rub himself against the rabbit's gloved paws, so he could finally get the release he needed.

The rabbit wasn't having any of it, and with an unusual level of patience, he continued to edge Eric for about 20 minutes, but it felt to Eric like an hour.

The rabbit's paws squeezed and massaged his sheath, Eric's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he tried to yell out in frustration through the muzzle securely fastened to him. Every time the rabbit brought him to the edge, it felt like he was getting closer, and closer and closer, till he felt like he had already cum. His body was playing tricks on him, he had cum in his balls but it hadn't yet escaped his cock. His balls grew heavy with desire, full of the promise of cum, and the pink rabbit, noticing his excitement, massaged them generously, which only added to the fox's frustration.

Eric panted past the muzzle and willed himself to climax, the rabbit's expert paws were working fast now he was being lathered to a frenzy. He bucked and yanked at his restraints sweat matting his fur, the heavy scent of his own musk and arousal filling the room.

It was going to happen, this time it would happen, he was so close, it was gonna...

"Ugh!" Eric cried out despite the muzzle as he reached his climax. The rabbit let go of his cock just before he came and tapped him hard on the balls, bringing the large vial up from the bed.

"Unf"

Eric came thickly into the vial, his cock disgorged copious quantities of cum, more cum than he had ever produced, but it didn't squirt out as normal, he felt it ooze from his body and down into the vial, filling it. The tap on the balls and lack of attention on his shaft ruined his orgasm so although he came, his cock remained rock-hard, and his balls felt just as blue as ever.

The little pink rabbit crooned encouragingly to him "shoo bluu" and patted him down everywhere, smoothing the matted fur from all the effort he had put in to make that monumental achievement. Eric panted and tried to catch his breath.

The pink bunny squeezed the last of the cum out of his cock and then hopped down off the bed, leaving Eric tied up, hard and needy. He stuck his little button nose into the vial and gave it a sniff. He swirled the cum around and dabbed a little out into his paw for a taste. The rabbit closed his eyes for a second, savouring the flavour and then wrote a label on the vial, stoppering it up with a cork.

Mr. Pink then returned to Eric with a fresh vial.

"Oh, you got to be kidding me" Eric strained against his restraints.

The second round took half an hour, his body was so tight with excitement, it didn't take long before he was keening and writhing like his life depended on cumming. As before, the pink rabbit brought him painfully close to the edge again and again, then pushed him over, ruining the orgasm to prevent him from getting any meaningful release, collecting the proceeds in the vial, which filled up almost as much as before, but not quite as much.

The rabbit tasted and catalogued this offering as well, chirping with satisfaction, then went in for round three. Eric was feeling utterly spent, his poor cock couldn't take much more of this. This time he was subjected to an hour of the rabbit's attentions. If he had been able to think straight, he would have seen the rabbit himself straining at the effort of manually milking the fox for so long, working his cock repeatedly to the edge, building him up then letting him down.

The rabbit stuck his tongue out with concentration, rolled up his sleeves and started working at Eric's shaft like a jackhammer. With a scream of effort, Eric came a third time into a third vial, surely this time he would be allowed to finish, surely this time would be the moment of release, he had already produced so much.

No such luck, the rabbit left him pent up and unsatisfied, leaving him there to cool down on his own with a little tray under him to collect any pre that might flow from him while he softened.

Another hour later the rabbit came back to re-affix the cage, untie the rope and give him a pat on the head. Eric whined at the attention, hoping that if he behaved himself he might get to cum properly. "Shoo bluu" the rabbit repeated. Unbidden Eric's tail started wagging energetically. His ears flattened as he blushed. Seems like "good boy" was universal.

Mr Pink stepped back, and rubbed his paws under his armpits, miming a shower, Eric instantly ear-perked at the prospect. Yes, that would be very much desired after all that sweaty business.

Released from the rope on the bed, he fossicked around in one of the duffel bags to find a nice button-up shirt in his size, a little green waist coat, a green skirt kilt thing, but no underwear anywhere. He sighed, bundling up the change of clothes into his paws.

Mr Pink gestured for Eric to bend over and he slipped a leash onto his collar, leading the confused vulpine through the estate towards the showers.

His room was just adjacent to the kitchens, in the servant's wing, it didn't take long them to arrive at the communal servant's showers a couple doors down the hall. The passageway was full of rabbits loping their way through the estate on some important errand or another, for the most part they ignored Eric, nodding a greeting to Mr Pink instead. Eric he kept his little bundle of clothes carefully covering his skirt before he made it to the showers.

Mr. Pink, who seemed to be Eric's handler, joined him in the shower, and assisted him in taking off his bright green leather collar and cuffs.

Blessedly, Eric was allowed to clean and clothe himself, and once he was finished, they arrived back at his room to discover a hot cooked meal waiting for him. Mr Pink let Eric off the leash and with one more encouraging chin-scratch, the rabbit was gone.

With a belly full of warm food, clean dry fur and the sun radiating in through the window, he decided it wasn't such a bad life here at the Hillside estate. Appearances were deceiving and if he stuck to the servant's part of the estate he could wander unencumbered around in his little green kilt, poking his muzzle into doorways to see what's up. Part of him was curious to see what they did with his cum after all, but he wasn't allowed in the kitchen.

The next day was a repeat of the first, as was the following day: wake up, hard, leaking and needy, the arrival of the pink rabbit offered the opportunity for a kind of release, then to cleaning, food and a listless day exploring the estate, trying to read the intractable books on the shelves.

It wasn't so bad really, he didn't get any kind of meaningful release, but he was guaranteed to cum, at least three times a day. In fact the pink bunny seemed determined to stretch their sessions out longer and longer till Eric was filling a full 4 vials by the end of the week.

He started anticipating the pink bunny's arrival, his keen senses attuned to the rabbit's distinctive smell. Just the smell of that pink bunny made him hard. His heart raced just a little at the prospect of being able to cum, even though he could never finish. He would assume the position impatiently, wagging his tail encouragingly, whining for the rabbit to begin so they could start their day together. He once even tried to kiss the pink bunny on his head between his ears in the heat of passion after he successfully came a fourth time. He missed and as a consequence he missed his vial, oozing some precious fox milk down the outside of the vial, an infraction that won him a withering look from the bunny.

And so it was, on the fourth day, that after a nice dinner of stewed carrots and beetroot, Eric slipped exhausted into what he now thought of as his pyjamas and drifted off to sleep. His dreams were like all the previous ones of late: he was drowning in a sea of a suspiciously viscous white liquid, but something wasn't right. He felt a presence in the room, something looming over him, his keen senses roused him to an unfamiliar scent in his room.

"Good morning, my pet."