Life Enclosure

Author: rolloh
Title: Life Enclosure
Date: 05 May 2012

Tom was in trouble: he was in a security van on his way to a very unusual prison, and he would not be leaving again.

Ever since the “Elite Party” had swept to victory and taken over totalitarian government of the nation almost fifteen years earlier, tolerance of society’s more unusual (though harmless) characters had been in short supply. Anti-discrimination laws had been repealed within a week and sexual “deviance” carried a mandatory life sentence. Gays and lesbians, and indeed anyone with an unusual fetish, lived in constant fear of violent arrest and incarceration in camps, never to be seen or heard from again.

Tom had been convicted of being a furry; and a gay furry at that! Of this much he was indeed guilty: no amount of argument that his inclinations presented no threat to society would change the established view that furries were clearly a menace to civilisation. So now he was on his way to one of the “special” prisons reserved for those beyond any hope of redemption.

The van entered the outer perimeter gates and proceeded along a curving road through dense woodland that surrounded the entire camp. The wood served two purposes: it isolated the inmates from the normality of the outside world; and it shielded the outside world from any inconvenient pangs of conscience regarding the treatment of the inmates. Only suitably vetted (and extremely rich) Party members could arrange access to special viewing galleries and enjoy the “entertainment”.

The van left the woods and crossed a belt of farmland. Tom watched from a narrow window and saw prisoners working in the fields. To his alarm they did not wear a typical prison uniform but were dressed in a variety of outlandish costumes such as Lycra zentai suits, latex catsuits, rubber wetsuits or drysuits and leather, including bike gear. Some were even wearing metal armour. All had their faces hidden by rubber, leather or metal masks.

The guard with him noticed the look of shock on his face and grinned. “Here we try to treat like with like...” he said, “a sort of homeopathic principle.” He maintained his evil grin while Tom contemplated what they might have planned for him.

The van continued towards the centre of the camp and along a street of warehouses and factories with more similarly attired inmates before reaching the main prison block and coming to a halt outside the new arrivals’ processing wing. Without delay, Tom was lead to a small windowless room where four guards were waiting. He was instructed to undress, which didn’t take long as he was only wearing prison coveralls and sandals. A doctor in a white coat appeared, made a cursory examination, pronounced his satisfaction to the supervisor and left again.

Tom was given a paper disposable coverall and instructed to stand in the middle of the room. The staff then busied themselves covering his entire body with numerous short lengths of duct tape, wrapping his torso and each limb individually with several layers. Given what he had been told about “like for like” treatment, Tom knew exactly what they were doing: they were making a duct tape dummy, a technique used by fursuit makers to model the customer’s body. When complete, the lower arms and legs and upper back were carefully cut open allowing him to wriggle out. The suit would then be resealed and stuffed to make a mould for his costume.

At first he rather liked the idea of a furry prison suit, but then came the realisation that he may be wearing it for the rest of his life, and that didn’t seem quite so attractive! Of course he had already been in custody long enough to know that any form of resistance or even an attempt to communicate would be instantly and severely punished, so he forced himself to remain silent and cooperative.

When they had finished, the doctor reappeared with a syringe which he said contained a vaccination. However, within seconds of its delivery, Tom realised he had been drugged and quickly lost consciousness.

He awoke briefly and found himself lying on a medical bed in what looked like an operating theatre. He was still drugged and couldn’t move or make out what the doctor and nurses were discussing. They soon came over to inject more drugs into the cannula in his arm and everything went dark again.

The next time he woke he was in a bright ward. He lay for a few minutes until his senses cleared. He was aware of a slight pain in his hands and at the front of his neck. With a little effort he was able to lift his hands and was stunned to see that all his fingers had been amputated. Involuntarily he cried out, but only a strange bark emerged. The doctor and a nurse appeared almost immediately.

“Speak” instructed the doctor. Tom had plenty he wanted to say but only grunts and yaps came out.

“Excellent!” the doctor exclaimed, “Our surgery on your larynx has been successful. From now on you will only be able to grunt like an animal.” The doctor seemed pleased: Tom was not.

“You see we’ve removed your fingers as you won’t be needing them again, and you may have noticed we’ve also shaved your entire body” he continued. “You’ve been recovering for several days under sedation and we’re ready now for the next stage. Follow me.”

Tom was lead, unsteadily at first, to another empty room with a large mirror (or one-way window) on one wall where he stood naked and shaved in the centre of the floor. A new group of guards arrived with what was clearly to be his costume. It was a rather beautiful realistic looking black wolf with attached head, hands and feet. It seemed the right height but far too heavy for Tom and he realised it had been constructed with extra padding to form impressive muscular features. There was an opening all the way up the back between the bottom of the crotch and the top of the neck.

After a moment to allow him to “admire” his new form, they started to get him into his suit. They started by attaching a thick tail on a wide belt around his waist. The inside of the belt was coated with a strange slimy lubricant. Having been constructed using the dummy, the inner structure of the entire suit fitted snugly to his body and was also coated with the same lubricant, which felt slightly warm. When his legs were inserted, Tom was surprised to find there was no base to the feet – when he looked down he saw large furry paws with claws, but the soles of his bare feet were still in contact with the cold floor.

The rest of the suit went on over his head and arms. The hand paws had plastic claws, not sharp enough to do any harm, where his fingers used to be. After a little adjustment, the head also fitted perfectly so his eyes were aligned with coloured glass lenses and his chin operated a moveable jaw. The open mouth would allow him to eat and drink, if he could get food past his muzzle. There were no holes for his ears but he could hear well enough through the material.

Tom uttered a yelp of indignation and then another of pain as one guard reached through a small hole in the front of the suit and squeezed his cock and balls through to hang on the outside.

When they were satisfied with everything, one of the guards began to meticulously sew the back closed, starting slightly above his anus and working upwards and around his tail. “We have to leave a hole here for you-know-what” he chuckled, and then continued to explain.

“This is a really high-tech suit. We had a few failures when we first started enclosing inmates in permanent costumes so our labs have had to develop several new materials to make the process more effective. We successfully made a furry last year, so we expect you to survive for the rest of your natural life.”

Tom noted the implication that not all previous inmates had been so lucky as to survive. The guard continued with his work without expressing any concern.

“The lubricant that now covers almost every part of your body is in fact a very clever glue. It will have started to set already and within ten minutes it will have bonded permanently to your skin. However, it will remain elastic and allow your sweat to pass through into the suit, otherwise you would overheat and die. Oh, and it blocks your follicles to prevent all hair growth: that was one thing we got wrong in early designs and some guys were strangled by their own beards.”

Tom could feel the glue getting sticky and noticed his knees had started to shake a little. He knew the material around his balls was sealing itself to his groin so there would never be any chance of getting his cock inside the suit. To his embarrassment, he was aware of a distinct stiffening in that region.

The guard noticed the involuntary response and giggled. “We thought of adding an extension to that, but we measured you at 20 cm and thought that would be quite enough!” It was true, Tom was certainly well endowed and his manhood was impressive, even in relation to his new enhanced form.

“The outer skin of the suit is also semi-permeable” the guard continued. “It will allow your sweat out but won’t allow water in. That way only your fur will get wet when you’re out in the rain but you’ll remain hot and sweaty on the inside. Needless to say, it won’t be long before you stink like an animal.”

The sewing was complete and Tom was sealed for life inside the muscular wolf suit. It wasn’t too cumbersome, but it was already getting warm and he could tell the glue had set firmly. He could see his reflection in the mirror and he certainly looked impressive, but was that sufficient consolation? Not really.

Metal restraints, each with an attachment ring, were fitted around his neck, wrists and ankles and locked in place with rivets. They weren’t heavy or tight, and there was sufficient padding in the suit to prevent any discomfort, but the wolf was still aware of their presence, especially the collar.

There were still several hours before lock-up time so the wolf was lead away on a leash to begin work. He was driven out to the fields and introduced as “the new tractor driver” to a guard overseeing a group of inmates bent double picking vegetables by hand.

The wolf was left standing in the field surrounded by his new workmates. He was acutely aware of the small stones and mud between his bare toes and the fact that his cock was dangling in fresh air. He was worried that the other inmates would make fun of him, but in reality they all found themselves in equally humiliating circumstances. He was directed to a small cab-less tractor with a trailer to collect the produce. His ankle restraints were attached by short chains to the footplate so that he could not dismount. The steering wheel had been fitted with knobs so it could be operated with his mutilated paws and the seat even had a slot to accommodate his tail.

It was warm and humid that afternoon and the wolf got steadily hotter and more uncomfortable sitting in the sun without any shelter. At last, after returning several loads of vegetables to the warehouses, it was time for everyone to return to their cells for the night.

The wolf was taken to a hanger with a row of six cages down one side. Each cage was about 2.5 metres square and positioned in a plane brick alcove so there was no line of sight from one to another. There was about one metre of space between the cage bars and the walls to allow the guards access to all sides. The first five cages were open; the last was closed but, from this angle, the wolf could not see who or what was inside. He was lead past all the open cages as the door of the last one was opened and quickly shoved inside. “Welcome to your new home and cellmate” he heard the guards call as they locked the cage and left the hall.

The left side of the cage was filled by a low wooden frame containing a bed of dried ferns and leaves. On the right were two troughs, both fixed to the floor. The far trough already contained a pile of meat that looked suspiciously like dog food. The nearer trough was filled with water from a cistern valve. In the far right corner were the toilet facilities – a low wooden beam to facilitate squatting over an open tray of filth.

The cellmate was sitting at the far end of the bed and was watching him intently. He was a grey and white husky with all the same features as the wolf except that he had managed to retain his fingers. Suddenly the husky jumped up, barked excitedly and jumped into the wolf’s arms, knocking him backwards into the cage bars. Obviously he couldn’t speak either and seemed to have developed more canine behaviour, not to mention more canine odour!

After a few moments of familiarisation the husky indicated that the wolf should join him at the food trough. He picked up his share of the juicy meat chunks and stuffed them into his mouth without the slightest revulsion. The wolf could not do likewise – he tried to pick up the food with his stunted paws but couldn’t get it to his mouth without dropping it. Eventually he was resigned to the inevitable – he would have to kneel on all fours and pick it up in his muzzle. After a few attempts he found he could trap a mouthful behind his false lupine teeth, then flick his head back to get the disgusting but essential food into his mouth. The water trough was deep enough for him to immerse the full length of his muzzle and sip with his own mouth.

The husky then pointed to the bed and, as there was nothing else to do, the wolf gratefully lay down on his side of the mattress. But instead of taking his own side, the husky promptly leapt on top of him and sat on his legs, pinning the wolf’s arms to his sides with his knees. The wolf squeaked with surprise – he wasn’t sure if this was friendly or not, but he didn’t have to wait long to find out. The husky grabbed the wolf’s cock with one furry paw and started to stroke gently. The wolf responded immediately and was soon rock hard. He made little whistling noises in his throat as the husky increased the length and speed of his stroke and began to masturbate himself with his other paw. For many minutes the husky didn’t seem to be in any hurry and just kept pawing steadily, but then he sensed it was time and accelerated to a climax. They both came together, pumping multiple squirts of white spooge onto the wolf’s black furry chest. The husky collapsed on top of him and they cuddled tightly.

The wolf fell asleep on his first night of permanent furry enclosure thinking it might not all be bad after all.