Extreme Measures

“Gopher Holes”

“And just a quick jaunt through the field and I should be home in no time...” With his bag over his shoulder the red fox trotted confidently through the long grass.  The gap between two roads was an old field that had lain fallow for quite some time and was now covered in long, golden grass. He was looking forward to home and a nice beer and dinner later on and had run through this field a hundred times and always did enjoy how the late autumn straw looked against his red fur.

He didn't see the groundhog hole, though, until he'd already put a paw in it and gone side-first into the grass with a surprised yelp.

“Holy... dude are you alright?! What where you doing?!”

The groundhog came up beside him, looking at the damage to his front door and the fox keeled over in pain next to it holding an already badly swelling ankle. “I... was going home. I didn't know anyone had moved in.”

“What? You... oh damnit; MARTHA! You took the flag-pole down again?! You can't do that! Now someone's put a hole in our hole! ... No, call the ambulance, it was an accident!” And the groundhog turned around. “Sorry Mr...?”

The fox turned to him, slowly letting go of his ankle and wincing. “James, ah, James Davis. I'm sorry, I've been cutting through this field for the last two years on my way home from work. I've never even seen an access road in here...”

“Oh that's because there isn't one!” The groundhog nodded. “This is the “back door” so to speak, front door's down by the road. We only just finished the addition back here last week.” and whistled as he looked down at the fox's ankle. “Done a right good job there, hope ya didn't break it.” and ducked down into the hole only to return a second later. “Alright, ambulance should be here in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable, they'll probably just want to get you x-rayed and put an aircast on. My cousin Jim's had this happen a dozen times now. Cows just never look; that's why we bought here.” The gopher chuckled “No cattle; that said we didn't expect foxes to have this problem.”

It was another ten minutes before the ambulance came and two rabbit-goat attendants arrived. They were essentially hoofed rabbits, small horns peeking out from their heads and the floppy ears of most rabbits.  The larger of them busied himself with unpacking a splint and checking equipment while the smaller one knelt down. 

"Good afternoon Mr., Davis was it?". The fox nodded. "Good. I see you've done a number on your ankle, here. Could be broken, maybe, so we're going to lift you over. Do you want anything for the pain?"

"Ah... Sure, that would probably be for the best."

"Any history of allergies?"

"No."

"Okay, we will move you onto the stretcher now. We would like you to use the good ankle to help."

The fox nodded as the larger boat moved to the fox's shoulders and the smaller one moved to support the sprained ankle's leg. A few seconds and a bit-back yelp later the fox was panting softly on the stretcher as the EMTs carried him out of the field.

In the back of the ambulance the smaller of the two, a female the fox could now tell; it was difficult to tell from any kind of a distance but she had a different smell than her larger companion, took his ID and ran it through the onboard computer.   She scrolled through the records for a bit before returning to his side.

"Okay, you still want something?"

The fox nodded, wincing a little; his ankle was throbbing. "Please. It's definitely not feeling better." and she smiled.

"Okay, are you right-handed or left-handed?"

"Right." he said, a little confused.

"Your left, please." and he gave her his left hand which she swiftly slid the IV needle into and secured with an odd-looking wrap-around glove. He was so surprised he didn't even yelp.

The EMT smiled and attached the port to a bag of what looked like saline and checked the drips. It was no time before James was barely feeling his ankle at all; he was also having a hard time sitting up but said nothing. After all, it was only a strong painkiller; right?

By the time they got to the hospital James was feeling quite dreamlike, chatting amiably but senselessly with anyone who would listen to avoid just falling asleep as he was handed off to the hospital staff and moved to evaluation.

"Admissions"

The wait itself wasn't too long. The doctor came in, a Jackal with the nametag “Dr. Sachs”, and checked the ankle, testing the flexibility with some gingerness and frowned. “You know, this has me worried Mr. Davis. Would you be able to stay over the night or do you have to work tomorrow? It's probably just a bad sprain but there might be some tendon damage and it would be easier to check it out if you're already here.”  
The fox hummed but nodded. “You know, no, it's Saturday. I don't even have a way to get home right now; car's at home. Sure I can stay.” And the doctor smiled and nodded.

A bed was arranged and a nurse arrived, another one of the bunny-goats, and cheerfully helped move the fox to another ward, pushing him through a large set of double doors off the hallway and down more corridors. The fox hadn't been paying attention, knocked for a loop as he was, and began drifting in and out of sleep. He watched the boat's hands. Hooves they always looked like, shiny and black. He looked up and almost thought the nurse was wearing a gasmask. He shook his head, no, no gasmask, as they slowed to a stop in front of another set of doors.

They waited only a second but it seemed like longer than it should have. He turned his head just in time to see a pair of badgers slip up beside him and pin his wrists to the bed. They had brought another cart, one covered in hoses and cylinders and James' sheath tented up in his jeans.

"Oh, I see our sources were right.". The nurse was almost giggling as he pulled up a black facemask and a pair of small packages. "Don't worry, we don't break our toys. We take very good care of them." and started pulling out a pair of thin tubes.

His gloved hooves were surprisingly gentle as he held James' head still, sliding one tube first down the left and then the second down the right nostril, leaving the fox panting through them with his muzzle held closed. He was trying to resist all the while, too weak from the earlier drugging to do more than squirm as the nurse affixed the mask over his snout with a web of rubber straps around the back of his head.

James groaned softly into the mask as the boat moved around and to the cart the orderlies had brought. The badgers, in the meantime, set about their work of securing to the fox the rails on either side of the bed, thick stark-white rubber cuffs and mittens that capped off the fox's hands and restrained.  Following this his ankles were strapped down to the side and foot-rails with similar white-rubber ankles shackles. In the meantime James was getting the first whiff of something sweet in the mask, Nitrous oxide, an anaesthetic he recognized from the dentist's, and try as he might to hold his breath whatever the mask was connected to just pushed the gas into his lungs anyways.  The nose-tubes; he heard the term "NPA" mentioned briefly, allowed the machine that the orderlies and the nurse were now carefully tucking under the gurney to do its devilish work without interference from a closed and resisting muzzle.

The motion resumed, now, as the fox's head was held down by one of the badgers; who was surprisingly gently.  James could do nothing but stare upwards at the ceiling as he was wheeled through more corridors. His limbs were heavy at first, tingling and then going numb, a numbness that spread from his extremities into his core and left him feeling completely detached from his body by the time they stopped in a new room and  heavier doors closed behind him and locked before the nurse moved into his field of vision with a smile on his muzzle.

"Hey there cutey, looks like you're resting nicely. I've noticed you have a nice, big sheath, that's good." James blushed in the mask, the gas wasn't intended to put him out cold, obviously, but to keep him immobilized and pliant. "That's very good because I think you've guessed why you're here. We've wanted a toy, James; for us nurses, for the doctors and for the orderlies to... relax with. We have a thing for cute canids but up until now you're the first one to come through our doors that we think will, well, appreciate our sense of 'fun'." And the boat stepped back, leaving the restrained fox to look up into a mirror at his body; now devoid of clothing and possessing a massive erection; naked on the gurney.  The orderlies carefully pulled the regular sheets out from under him to reveal a heavy black rubber sheet that he was now laying on and his erection throbbed a little more.

The boat smiled and gently turned the fox's head, making him look first left and then right; seeing the racks of rubber and bondage and medical gear on one side, and then to the left to see some sort of low shelf; probably intended to be a bed, that was sheeted in rubber and sported several tie-downs. It also had all the standard hookups for a hospital room; suction, O2 and a few others that were either coloured or labelled so small that James had no hope of reading them in his state. He was clearly going to be taken care of it seemed.

"Processing"

It was at this point that the door opened again and someone moved swept into the room. "How is our new toy, nurse? Is he ready for processing?" "Yes, doctor, he's relatively eager, too, it seems. He is completely immobilized by the anaesthetic/paralytic gas combination that Dr. Jenkins proposed. All that awaits is the selection of his base-layer and encasement suit and we can begin." "Excellent..."

A face, the jackal that had evaluated him, suddenly swept into view. He was grinning from ears to ear and reached up to pet the fox's head. "Oh yes, you'll be a fine one. It's good you can't get away right now. If you lost that mask you'd probably suffocate from the effect of the paralytics before you could recover from them. Don't worry; we are exceptionally careful here and you will lead a long and, well, "productive" life in the staff "recreation" facility."

And with that the four in attendance moved over to the racks of gear to let the fox stew in terror; wishing he could piss himself right there and unable to even command any muscle to do anything but blink, it seemed.

It was only a few minutes before the suits had been selected, and the first went on almost immediately with a little preparation. The cuffs and mitts were removed and his claws were filed down to almost nothing before being sealed in a coating of heavy latex. They followed this up with the first suit.  It was neck entry latex, black, and fairly thick judging from the device they used to keep the neck open while the orderlies manoeuvred his legs in.

This was also when James noticed he must have nodded off in the middle again; all of them had changed uniforms; their regular teal and white cloth replaced by heavy rubber; their faces covered in white and red gasmasks with matching smocks covering their fronts as they worked on the fox.

The suit went on easily after the waist, his cock and tail moved easily through ports in the suit and something slid up into his tailhole and inflated to hold it in place and keep the suit aligned. They moved onto the arms, sliding them in and slowly letting the neck seal close.  The suit wasn't at all loose, in fact almost perfectly sized for his body and gently hugged his neck and probably sealed nicely as well. His hands were left in gloves which were also attached to the suit, and so it came as little surprise when the cuffs and mitts went back on and they picked him gently up and moved him; breathing apparatus and all, over to what appeared to be a common gynaecological chair.

By the time he had been strapped in; more latex binding his legs, arms, chest and head down, something had changed with the gas mixture enough that the fox was beginning to be able to squirm again.  Tiredness kept him in check but when the mask was pulled off his muzzle and he was allowed to breathe on his own he found he finally could.

His mistake was opening his mouth to try and talk, only seeing the pair of long tubes connected to a plastic fitting before it was too late. The orderlies held his muzzle open with their heavily gloved hands as the nurse slid the glistening tubes gently down his throat; making him gag and twitch against the chair's bindings. A heated mouth-guard with a hole in the middle followed and before he could help it his jaws were being squeezed down on it by the orderlies and a muzzle was wrapped tightly around his snout; now seamless but for the port in the front for the tubes.

They gave him a few moments to recover; leaving him panting with a soft whistle. They'd now deprived him of his speech for the foreseeable future and now they returned with a heavy rubber hood, pulling it tight over his face so the muzzle was covered as well, his eyes only open to the world through two small holes and his ears plugged with rubber. Or almost plugged, because as soon as they'd secured it the silence hummed to life.

"Can you hear me, toy?"

He blinked and looked around; toy? He huffed indignantly.

"Good, okay nurse; please re-attach the ventilator, we'll want to pump more paralytic into him before we continue." And the hum clicked off again.  The fox squirmed as the nurse moved back to his muzzle and affixed the tubes to the ventilator.

Minutes seemed to pass by as the fox's body was slowly put on hold again, the machine breathing for him but rendering him almost entirely numb, his resistance fading into a groggy haze again.

The nurse and doctor wasted no time, now. They all knew this fox, a bit of an amateur fetish model who was almost always seen online in heavy rubber, was working as a junior engineer at a local print machine manufacturer to pay the bills. They also knew he was probably enjoying every minute of this but that didn't make what they were doing any less urgent.

Their first job was fitting him with a catheter, his first warning being the dim feeling of gloves manipulating his cock and a well lubricated tube being slid carefully down his urethra, settling deep into it with a fluted tip keeping it from sliding further in. The sudden feeling of something slipping past his bladder muscles was a bit of a surprise, though. If he had been able to moan he would have while he felt his bladder evacuated for him... and his bowels quickly fill through the device that has been lodged in them, his stomach also filling now with some cool fluid, most likely an electrolyte solution.

The filling and emptying eventually stopped, leaving him even more exhausted, flitting in and out of a daze as they continued to work; a massive steel plug being gently pushed into his tailhole in place of the previous one, the paralytic and muscle relaxant allowing them to open him up far more than he otherwise could have. It left him feel more full and pressed against his prostate like he couldn't believe; his mind wavering under the paralytic and the bizarre sensations all over his body and the sight of the rubberized orderlies and nurse and doctor going about their business of turning him into a toy.

In a short time electrodes were hooked up to the plug and his shaft's captive and hollow metal sound and the current was tested. He felt it gently at first, a tingle that turned into a throbbing until they forced his body to orgasm around the catheter with the electricity alone. He heard nothing but from what he saw of them they seemed pleased with this and then started unstrapping his body and fitting him into a thick over-suit.

The suit was a work of bondage in and of itself. It was made of heavy, nearly one-and-a-half millimeter thick, rubber with a tight hood that left only another set of clear latex lenses for its captive to see through and a hole for the muzzle tubes and ports the tailhole and cock's catheter and electrode were the only openings. The plug's flared head kept the suit tightly against his rump and the cock was firmly trapped in a sheath, free for teasing or use by his captors.

They finished their work quickly and picked up his body and carefully moved it over to the wide bench he'd seen earlier, fitting his paws with mitts and pulling a heavy harness around his chest and stomach. More cuffs followed, strapping down his neck, head, wrists, legs and arms. They then pulled his breathing tube and a voice came on in his ears as he failed to work his lungs against the drugs in his body.

"Remember this. This is the feeling of your ultimate punishment. Disobedience feels like this, no control, no breath, nothing unless we give it to you. We are in control and you are our toy right now. Breathing is a privilege, as are all your bodily functions now, and we reserve the right to take them over or cease them altogether. Don't try and resist us, we know everything we need to do."

And with that breath returned to his lungs and, achingly slowly, sensation and movement returned to his body as the voice started again.

"You are now our toy. You will do as we say, you will orgasm when we want you to, you will urinate, breathe, defecate, eat, sleep and wake when we want you to. Your desires are now immaterial."

And he felt a gloved hand stroke his chin and lean his head over to look; now showing six figures. The jackal, he assumed, was holding his muzzle but the badgers and three boats; all of their identities now hidden beneath what almost looked like hazmat suits with heavy filtered masks and heavy rubber uniforms in deep blue latex ending in heavily gloved hooves.

"But, there are rewards. We know who you are and, if you are obedient, you will enjoy a new life full of... treats and rewards for your hard service. You will be serving more than us but we are your immediate masters. Our needs and desires come before all others. Nod if you understand."

And the Fox nodded, his cock twitching in the sheath. It could not have been lost on any of them how much he was actually enjoying this despite his almost outright fear; he'd not gone soft through any of the treatment.

"Very well then, sleep well and... adjust. Your training starts tomorrow."

And his body started to tingle without even the sweet smell of gas to warn him as he was quickly rendered unconscious.