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In the summer, Toby loved to take long walks in the forested area behind his house. There were miles of trails that rambled over largely public land, and he loved to explore. He'd found many interesting views along side trails, so he sometimes would stray down unmarked roads. One windy but bright summer day, he headed down a particular road he'd been meaning to check out. There was a rusted gate that he hopped over easily, and a track so grown over with grass and weeds that he could barely tell it had been a road. And then, at the end of the trail, he found the barn.

The barn was surrounded on three sides by trees, and facing an open hillside on the other. A smaller road led back around the hill, only barely more maintained than the one he'd come in on. The rickety wooden structure looked like it had been built over fifty years ago. There was no other structure visible nearby; if anyone had lived on what used to be a farm, the house had probably fallen over.

What was more interesting about the barn was what was inside. The front section still looked like a place to stable horses, but the entire back half was piled from floor to loft with boxes, furniture, and cabinets. The whole place had a dry, dusty scent to it, with cobwebs all over. Toby found it enticing, and had a quiet thrill at finding somewhere secret and abandoned, all to himself.

He came back the next day, and the next. At home he had to share space with the parents and four siblings, and the barn became his retreat. A few miles of walk each day was good for his health, and he finally had the privacy to experiment with a few things.

Toby was in his late teens, at just the right age for a growing bunny to discover his sexual interests, and for some reason he'd fixated on diapers. Actually, he had a pretty good idea that it was related to seeing three younger brothers and sisters going through diapers and potty training, and some possible feelings of jealousy at no longer getting the same kind of loving attention. At any rate, he loved the way they felt against his fur, and how they helped him relax from an otherwise busy and chaotic home life.

Toby bought a package of teen-sized diapers and smuggled them all the way out to the barn, hiding them in a wicker picnic basket. At first he just tried them on, walking around the barn in just a crinkly diaper, free in the knowledge that nobody was watching. Later on he brought extra water on the hike, and tried wetting the padding. Once he discovered how good wet padding felt, he couldn't stop thinking about it every time he wasn't in diapers. And every time he was in a wet diaper, he pawed at himself furiously, almost always spurting after only a few minutes. Not wanting to get caught, Toby didn't even bring the wet diapers home to dispose of in the trash, but hid them in a big trash bag in one of the cabinets.

Over time, he started to get curious about the contents of the boxes, so he started to dig through them. He found tons of old pictures, a lot of dusty books, shiny trinkets and toys from a different era. The toys were his favorite, simply painted and made of wood and tin. He played with them on a large blanket spread on the dirt floor, feeling more babyish than he ever had.

In the weeks that stretched into a month or two, he never saw any signs that anyone owned the old barn or its dusty contents, until one late summer's day. He'd gone through three packages of diapers at this point, and was bringing along a new package. Feeling more adventurous by now, he'd actually slipped into the store's bathroom and put a diaper on before the hike. The slight thickness made walking a little harder, but reminded him constantly of what he was wearing, which made the bunny a little harder too.

Toby's usual approach to the barn was through the back side of the woods, not facing the road, so he completely missed the gate being open, or the pickup truck parked on the other side of the barn. Once he got inside, he didn't look around very much before going straight to his hiding spot for the diapers and depositing the package, then starting to take his clothes off. He'd already soaked the front on the hike over, and wanted to change so he could wet again. Then he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head, sparks in his vision, and then darkness.

Toby woke up some time later, blinking into the dim light of the barn. He was on his back, his head hurt, and at first he couldn't feel his hands. An experimental wiggle told him that his hands were nearly asleep underneath him, and bound together somehow. His feet were also bound together with something soft but stretchy. Then he noticed someone standing over him.

"Oh good, you're awake." A large, strong-looking badger loomed into his view, frowning. "Nosy little freak."

Toby went to say something, but his mouth was wrapped up with the same stuff, so he just mumbled loudly.

"Yeah, I don't want to hear it." The badger went on. "Let me tell you somethin'. You shouldn't go poking around where it doesn't belong. I own this land, and this barn. Now, I don't live here, I live in the city. My parents gave me this when they passed on. All the stuff they used to keep in their house, I store in here." He walked around, waving his arms at the pile of junk. "You don't get to just come up and rummage through my stuff like it's some yard sale. And you certainly don't get to...do whatever kinky things you've been doing, acting like a baby and whatever."

Toby realized he was still wearing nothing but his wet diaper, and that the smell of it combined with the smell of the dusty empty barn had given him an involuntary erection, despite the fear. The badger noticed this, and ground his footpaw into the front of the bunny's padding.

"This. You're enjoying this, aren't you? You can't even deny it." A cruel grin came across the badger's muzzle. "Which gives me some ideas. You like spending time out among all this... useless junk?" Seeing the bunny's expression of surprise, he went on. "Yeah, I'm mad about you busting in here, but nothing here is really of any value. This is where I keep all the stuff I don't want to keep in my house. I never want to get rid of it, though I come back sometimes to check that it's still here. And now, mister bunny, you're one of my things."

Toby grunted through the muzzle gag and squirmed, but his muscles were still sore, and he didn't have much strength. At the same time, his cock was the hardest it had ever been, and he didn't quite understand why, just yet.

The badger picked Toby up and tossed him lightly over his shoulder with considerable ease. "I've got just the place to store you. "

The thought drove Toby crazy with both fear and desire. When he'd discovered the diaper fetish online, the most intriguing pictures he'd seen of it were often combined with straitjackets, chains, rubber, and other bondage. His heart pounded, as his cock thumped against the badger's shoulder.

He was set down on the other side of the barn, as the badger pulled something out of his pocket. "Vetwrap," said the badger, showing a roll of purple bandages to Toby. "Kept it around here for the horses, but it works great on nosy bunnies like you. But you need more of it, I think, for better security."

The badger set Toby down on his stomach, face down into the dirt, and bent his legs backward, joining them to his hands with more of the stretchy wrap that clung only to itself. Toby was pretty flexible, but it still made his limbs ache. Then more wrap from a second roll went around his torso and legs, leaving only his head free from the wrap, except for his mouth.

"That should be good enough. Nice and compact, perfect for your trunk." Toby was rolled to one side to view an old large luggage trunk, built with solid wood panels and iron banding. Folded up as he was, it had more than enough space to hold him--and the top was open and waiting.

As he was lifted bodily into the air and lowered into the trunk, facing up towards the lid, the badger continued talking to him. "So let me tell you what's going to happen here. You are now worthless junk. I'm putting you among my other things. I'll come back tomorrow, or maybe the next day, with some supplies. I'm going to build something for you to stay in--what, I haven't decided. I might build you a cage, or just a chain and collar. Or maybe I'll dig you a big hole in the ground. Maybe all three. Point is, you're not going to be leaving this barn again. I'll leave you food and water, and if you're lucky maybe even a supply of diapers. Definitely easier to make you change yourself than having to clean up a mucky floor, that's for sure. "

The lid started to creak closed, and Toby writhed against his wrapping, but he only bumped against the solid sides of the trunk. His cock especially ached, still trapped hard under the wet padding and further wrapping. Outside, there was a brief pause, then some rustling, and the lid opened again.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Since you love wet baby diapers so much, and were so kind enough to not ever throw them away, you can have them back." With that, the badger upended the entire garbage bag of wet padding, all two month's worth, into the trunk. They fall atop and around Toby, pressing him down with their sodden weight. The sharp, heavy smell of weeks-old urine pressed all around him as the lid closed again, and there were several distinct clicks of padlocks applied. Then he could feel the trunk being slid across the floor, and several thumps of boxes being stacked on top of it.

A muffled badger's voice filtered down to Toby in the darkness. "See you tomorrow! Or maybe the next. Whenever! It's not like you're going anywhere."

A few moments later, there was a creak and slam of the barn door closing, and then the unmistakable sound of the truck starting up. After it drove off, the bunny was left to consider his situation in utter silence: trapped in his favorite place, in the middle of nowhere, miles from any other person. As he had always wanted to be, completely and utterly alone.