Here is last weeks commission for ParadoxicalOtter as seen here taking a dip in a bit of a test tube solution. This was done some time ago but as you all know by now I’m doing this a little differently by uploading for subscribers to my SubscribeStar page and giving kinda a ‘timed exclusivity’ thing. But enough talk. You are all here for the art and the story. Enjoy! ============================================== Recreational Tubing “It’s daunting for sure but I like to think that in the end, it will all have meant something” The wolf doctor said seated with his back against a wall looking over a tablet he clutched in both hands only taking his right one away to scroll through analytic data that covered his screen from corner to corner. “I feel like I’ve been on this ship my whole life and we are only half way there. We’ve spent all this time burning our thrusters to get to a reasonable speed and now we have to spin the ship around and burn thrusters just to slow the ship for the second half of the trip so we don’t slam into the planet like a bullet by the time we get there.” He let his hands clutching his display device fall into his lap as he looked at the ceiling of the room to let his mind wander. “I have to admit I’m getting a bit stir crazy just running the same process and repeating the same schedule day in, and day out only to look out into the emptiness of space and not be capable of seeing progress being made. A landmark sure would be nice right about now.” The doctor let out a long drawn breath and lifted his hand to rub his eyes. He turned to the figure he was talking to, “This is why I am here I suppose. In the monotony of my daily routine you are the one person on the ship I can stand to be around for any period of time. You get me and my goals so I guess…” He paused for a moment, “…I guess I just needed someone to talk to. Even if you can’t talk back.” Next to him Lykron lay propped up against the same wall as the doctor tightly bound in a straitjacket, matching leg binder and sensory deprivation hood. He looked as though a medical asylum had taken a page from an Egyptian playbook and was in the process of mummifying him. “Or hear me for that matter.” The doctor spoke almost with a slight grin on his face knowing full well that the entire conversation had been with himself. The wolf stood up and looked at his cocooned companion. “Thanks for listening. I know you don’t take visitors very often with your busy schedule but I’m pleased that you are always willing to make an exception for me and set some time aside to listen to me vent about my problems.” He set his hand on the captive Lykron, finally alerting him to the doctor's presence. He moaned into his hood but it was only faintly audible. He started in what was most likely a pleading motion as he rocked his arms over his chest trying to somehow get the doctors attention. To somehow understand what it was he wanted which could only be the obvious desire for release. Lykron’s flails became so aggressive that he toppled to the padded floor of the cell he was situated in. He started to stir around on the ground moaning and wiggling to try and meet Dr. Sokal’s legs with his head. “I suppose I’ll let you get back to it then. I have a most pressing issue I need to handle that I didn’t quite plan for.” The doctor stopped at the door of the cell with one of the robotic sentinels standing guard. “It appears we have sprung a leak. And are bleeding coolant out into the vacuum of space from the engine side of the ship. I was lucky enough to have spotted it though my staring out the window while the ship was rotating for its gradual deceleration process. Some of the fluid had built up on the window and since I wasn’t expecting rain, you could imagine my surprise. I investigated immediately and wouldn’t you know it, an exterior leak.” Lykron wasn’t giving up hope and started wiggling across the floor the best his bondage would allow to meet his head to the walls and sense for a still open door. The doctor paid him no mind. “I didn’t really equip my vessel with space fairing suits. And after some initial test. Our sentinels can’t navigate the cold of space as the larger ones use hydraulics in their joints. A real problem for sure.” Sokal rested his chin on his paw, “I deduced that the most logical course of action would be to better utilize my strengths in the field of biology. I propose we develop a suit that would be suitable for those to venture out into the void and plug our little leak.” Lykron was inching closely and the doctor’s train of thought was interrupted as his captive lay just beneath him, “Well, Thanks for listening. I’ll be on my way.” He turned and left, letting the door close and sealing the captive inside. =================== In a separate padded cell, a good distance from that of Lykron, a white otter did nothing more than what he was capable of. He sat patiently and studied his surroundings the best he could. After spending enough time as a captive here he struggled much less and instead tried to occupy his time the best he could. Periodically, to glance out the little eye-level window on his cell door, he would struggle to his feet without the use of his straitjacketed arms that lay tightly bound over his own chest. The garment he wore made forceful work to keep him embraced in a ‘self hug’ of sorts that he couldn’t release himself from. Peering from the little window he saw a metallic empty corridor to the left and right of his door and across from him was another cell with an identical window that housed a different captive who’s eyes would meet the otters on the rare occasion that they would happen to be looking out at the same time. The hall resembled that of a submarine and was riddled with structural support and panels that hid behind them piping and electrical works that made up the circulatory and nervous systems of the ship. He had long since stopped trying to devise a way to free himself from this place and instead played little games that one could accomplish in their own head, like guess the fur color of the next patient to be dragged by his door or count the times in a single waking day he could hear the clanking of metal echo through the halls. He had even taken up singing. Rather, not quite singing but more of a gentle humming from behind a muzzle that was secured to his face pressing his jaws together. He was about to strike up another tune before he heard footsteps in the halls coming his way. It sounded less metallic than one would expect from lifeless appendages from the sentinels. Curious, he scrambled again to the door to look out and investigate an event that is now newsworthy given his current living situation. From around the corner a familiar black and red wolf approached. It wasn’t frequent that he saw the doctor down this way and Paradox stepped away from the window as to not meet his captors gaze and provoke one of many crude and unusual punishments that the doctor seemed to generate under the guise of ‘research.’ He was likely to pass him by given the estimated time of day but instead the sound of footfalls stopped just outside his cell door. He stood at idle, there was a fifty-fifty chance that the doctor would instead be visiting the cell across from him. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing though was it? He hadn’t much cared for the initial stay but slowly developed a sense of wonder at what would happen next if given the opportunity to explore a bit. His own door made a few clanks from locking mechanisms being undone from the outside and the door swung open. The doctor stepped into the empty frame of it still holding his trusty tablet device. “Ah, yes. Paradox, the arctic breed of otter.” He spoke as soon as in view, not wasting any time. “I knew I scooped a creature like you up for a reason.” The doctor's eyes were still glued to his tablet and hadn’t even looked up once to meet the otter’s face. He flicked his finger across the screen and turned the tablet sideways to get a landscape view of an image. “I have a little task for someone of your talents.” Paradox tilted his head and mumbled into his muzzle a little to get the doctors attention. “Your species is a hard one to find back home. Ever since our ape-like ancestors managed to pollute the atmosphere and cook our world in the days of old, creatures like you have been a hard find in such warm climates. The doctor chuckled, “That’s hubris, I suppose. But your talent as a species more akin to extreme cold involves a sort of study I have planned.” Paradox lowered his head and apprehensively pulled his ears backward still keeping his attention fixed to the wolf. The doctor sat down beside him, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll make an exception to this rule since I need all the information I can find.” He said, humoring the otters refusal in a bartering fashion. “If you agree to come along and help me run this experiment with your special skill, I’ll release you.” Paradox froze and his eyes widened. When things are more relaxed around here and captives are given the freedom of a commons area, he hasn’t heard any stories of release from any other captives. Then again how could he? If they were released, they wouldn’t have been there to tell him their story, right? He figured such a claim was clearly too good to be true, and yet, he sat a moment trying to rationalize such a proposal in his mind and finally settled on an agreeing nod to the doctor. He figured the last time something was too good to be true, he ended up in his current predicament. The irony wasn’t lost on him either. He assumed the doctor was going to get what he wanted from him regardless but through much more complicated and violent means and the doctor seemed to really want Paradox to be complacent and easy as he must have been on some sort of schedule. The doctor slapped Paradox on the leg enthusiastically, “Great! That is a good lad.” He gestured to the sentinels at the ready to stand down and they promptly stood back and away from the door. The doctor reached up and with a quick wiggle and tug at the straps wrapped around the back of Paradox’s head, the muzzle slid away from his face and fell to the floor. Paradox coughed a little and did the motions of yawning to stretch out muscles he hadn’t used in a while. Sokal stood up and instead of releasing the otter from the jacket, instead reached down and hoisted Paradox to his feet. “So what is to happen in this test anyway? What is it I’m supposed to do?” The otter sputtered still finding his voice. “I need you to test the various methods of suit insulation and how they can withstand extreme cold. Of all the things I do here in my little funhouse, killing people isn’t one of them.” The doctor slapped him on the back. “I’m not a monster after all!” He had begun laughing. “Then why does it need to be me.?” “Simple, if any of these insulators fail during testing the freezing temperatures would be too much to withstand for any other patient on this vessel. But not for you. If it fails for you your body will do what it has always done in extreme cold. It’ll adapt and survive.” The doc replied as they continued walking down the corridors with security sentinels close in tow. “Oh. So you need me to put on a suit? And stand in a fridge or something? Do I get to be let out of this jacket? It’s a bit hot.” “Not quite. I need you to put on pieces of suit. It’s too great of a resource drain to make a full on suit without knowing that it's going to succeed first. So I’ve fashioned one for each of your limbs. And we will submerge you in a liquid that we can run through a condenser and bring the temperatures down below freezing. If the portions of your body can insulate heat and carry that energy to the rest of your body, then success! If it fails then we remotely adjust the threshold of the devices and monitor the results. And yes, You won’t be needing your jacket for this test.” “That…is surprisingly easy for me to do. I think I can do that for you.” Paradox said in a hopeful tone. “Ha! Easy for you. You just have to sit there and look pretty. All the number crunching in the background and the actual logistics of this and it becomes a harder project than you may realize.” “I suppose you’re right, but what is all this for anyway?” “I’m trying to plug a hole. Just not a patient’s hole for a change.” The doctor said humorously. The blushing otter turned to Sokal, “Wha-?” “Never-mind, we’re here.” The doctor gestured into a laboratory and led Paradox inside. It seemed more procedural than what he had seen before. There was an observation window off to the right that led into a room scattered with computers, monitors, and various other devices that looked related to extensive research. In front of him was a large tube that was open at the base. The bottom of it was pulled away from it and in doing so slid a platform from it that was intended for Paradox to lay on. The whole tube was on tracks that would roll the entire thing into an opening in the wall that contained heat lamps to regulate the fluid temperature in a warmer fashion. To the left of the room was a water filtration device and manual temperature controls in the event the physical ones were to fail somehow. As Paradox was taking this all in he could feel the locks down his back keeping the straitjacket secured to him, release. The doctor loosed the final strap and the jacket slid off in the most relieving fashion. The otter rotated his arms and spread them out like wings stretching muscles that had been in hibernation for too long and faint purring could be heard indicating a sense of relief. “Why do we have to wear those things all the time anyway?” Sokal was getting something from a compartment next to the door they entered from. “Security of course. “What do you call a hundred pissed off patients, not in their straitjackets?” “I’m…not sure?” Paradox was hesitant to respond. “A prison break.” The doctor turned back to him with robotic gauntlet looking devices intended for Paradox’s forearms and lower legs. “Now…what do you call a hundred pissed off patients, still in their straitjackets?” Paradox tilted his head and waited for the answer. “A free hugs competition!” Sokal laughed hysterically and approached with the devices and set three on the floor and started to apply the first one to Paradox’s arm. It snapped shut and like a blood pressure cuff, the inside of it began to expand putting a firm but not uncomfortable squeeze onto his arm creating a seal. This was followed by the other arms and legs, which all followed a similar pattern and pressed down on him firmly before locking into place. They felt heavy and almost clumsy to move around in. His right arm was now equipped with a screen that displayed some information, including his vitals, oxygen content and body temperature. “Alright, now for the more intimidating part. Anchored to this bed platform is a body cradle of sorts. When you lie down you will lay inside this thing and it will conform to you a bit and I can belt you in.” Sokal pointed at the test tube and the exposed platform for the otter to lay on. “You’re going to belt me in? Why?” “Because I take every precaution to avoid the riot scenario.” Sokal placed his hands on Paradox’s shoulders and pushed him slowly but firmly toward the tubes exposed platform. He leaned in and spoke menacingly into the otters ear. “And at the end of the day, I could always belt you in far worse.” Paradox swallowed hard and fought his trembling body to comply and hoisted himself up onto the metallic bed and shifted his body into the position of the cradle and he came to a comfortable rest. Sokal promptly strapped a belt around his waist and applied a segufix style magnetic lock that Paradox had familiarized himself with in the time he had spent in similar binds. Two metal latches went up and over his shoulders and when pressed against him, they clicked into place refusing to budge holding his upper body into place. Sokal followed this with a large posture collar that he wrapped around the otters next and locked into place and secured to the table with another magnetic locking pin. Paradox tried to shift around to instinctively test his restraints and even with arms and legs still relatively free there was little chance of escape at this point. He came to a rest again. He heard the buzz of some robotic mechanism that seemed similar to a sound made from the bodies of the sentinel droids that patrolled the halls. He caught a glimpse of robotic arms secured to the side of the platform he was secured to. They moved about into a position trying to align themselves with something. Paradox tried to shift his head to get a better look but the posture collar wouldn’t allow anything more than a slight wiggle. His curiosity was soon satisfied when he felt the metallic arms connected to anchor points that had been built into the computerized bracers around his forearms and legs. The sensation was over as soon as it started as the sound of the machines stopped and they became lifeless, still connected to his limbs. He tried to bring his left arm within his line of sight to get a better look. As soon as he tried moving it the mechanical arm holding his sprung to life again and offered an opposing force to keep his arm still. The more he tried to resist it the more his arm was pulled in the opposite direction that he had intended. This caused his arm to be pulled uncomfortably away from his body until he relented and let his limb come to a rest. After a moment the mechanical restraint also relaxed and the firm pull on him subsided. He sat for a moment and called out to Sokal who had been busy working underneath the table. “So, uh. You said this thing is going to fill with fluid. How long will it be for? Otters can hold their breath really long but we still do need air every 5 to 8 minutes. Will the test be over by then?” “Oh goodness no.” the wolf replied. “A single run of a single setting takes at least 30 minutes a pop. We need to run quite a few of them to get the intel that we need. You’ll be in this tank a good long while.” Paradox squeaked a little and started pulling on all his limbs together to reach for the restraints around his shoulder and neck. “I’ll drown!” He cried out. “I told you. I’m not going to let you die.” He stood back up and presented a respiration mask that supplied oxygen through a tube on the side and removed waste gas from an identical tube on the opposing side of it. “I’m going to put this on you and you’ll hang out here for a couple days doing your thing.” Paradox’s eyes widened and lowered his ears again. “I’m not excited about it either. I would much rather get this done sooner rather than later. We have a finite amount of coolant on this ship and although the leak is small. It will add up over time. So the sooner we can get this show on the road the better.” Sokal said while opening up the belts on the back of the mask intended for Paradox. “And you said before I would be released afterward?” “Not afterward. During.” The doc said without taking his eyes off of the mask. “I don’t understand.” The otter said with a puzzled look on his face only now beginning to think that the deal was too good to have been true. “I told you that I was going to release you. er… or rather give you release. However you want to cut it.” “I thought you were going to let me out!” Paradox cried out before the mask Sokal had been holding met his face. A latex bite guard forced its way into his mouth and the top and bottom guard covered his teed from the front and back before pulling apart forcing his maw to grant access to an invading tube that pressed in and supplied him with oxygen. The mask wrapped around the rest of his head and belted in the back. It sat loosely being held in place by Sokal’s hand before he tugged on straps that tightened the whole thing against his skull forming a seal with his water resistant fur beneath it. Paradox had been struggling against all four robotic arms. He felt betrayed or bamboozled by the doctor having let his guard down. A behavior that is generally known not to do throughout the Angalagon. The wolf stepped away for a moment only to bring back with him a new device that Paradox couldn’t see with his head held in place. He fought to look at what was happening but was forced to rely on the sensations of touch to narrate the doctors activities. He felt the doctor rub and coax his cock from its sheath and in spite of his willingness to resist his body gave in and his furhood made an excited appearance flexing periodically and protesting when Sokal let go. Paradox couldn’t help but start to purr a little in his mask. After a moment of sexual torment, he could feel the doctor handling it again and shifting it into an unfamiliar and what must have been a skin tight latex sleeve that made its way to the base of his shaft before it enclosed his balls firmly and held in place by what he guessed was a metal apparatus. It clasped down around the base of his cock and balls and locked together behind them preventing the sleeve from being removed. A separate metallic portion of it rested around the head of his shaft and Paradox could feel it cinch down and lock into position refusing to let go of the head and thus prevent the entire device from being removed. A tube was connected to the end of it and clicked into place. All of this sensation was met with pulsating arousal from his member but only amounted to teasing and didn’t seem to go anywhere. “I am a man of my word. Even if it's a misunderstanding. But I figured you’d know my meaning. The only way off of this ship is through an airlock. And the point of this is to, at some point, make a spacewalk suit that would keep you alive in the cold dark. Surely you didn’t think I was just going to turn this whole ship around and taxi your furry ass on home, did you?” The doc laughed and pushed a button on the panel of the tube base. The whole thing started to move together sliding the bed platform inside the tube with Paradox along for the ride. “No. I think not. Enjoy your release. Maybe after the third or fourth time you’ll be begging for it to stop. Alas…that train doesn't stop until the ride does. See you in a couple days.” The tube sealed shut and instantly fluid started pouring in. A whoosh of air through an exit valve made it easy for it to be displaced by the rising fluid. It gradually ascended to meet his body before it overtook it. The greenish fluid was indeed an excellent conductor of heat. It sapped his body of excess heat quickly but for someone like Paradox it was quite pleasant after having acclimated to warmer than comfortable temperatures for so long. After the rest of the air had evacuated from the tube he tugged on his arms again to test his freedom. There was none. They held him firmly in place as if he had several bodies around him holding him down to the table. The sudden sensation of an electrical discharge almost akin to a tingling could be felt in his groin. It was unfamiliar compared to the pump that was used in previous experiments and in a unique pattern it energized itself causing the latex around his cock and balls to flex like artificial muscle tissue before it relaxed again. The sensation was uncomfortable at first. It squeezed too much. Then relaxed. The process would repeat itself before it seemed to fall into a pattern of squeezing the top of the shaft followed by a little lower, then lower still and the top relaxing before the electric pulsating process made it to the base and pressed inward on his balls. The whole thing developed its own stroking motion while simultaneously giving taunting shocks to it all while pulling and pressing on his balls. He had been so focused on the development of this process that he hadn’t noticed his arms fighting aggressively against the lifeless limbs that reacted to programmed stimuli. He winched and twisted his body the best he could to try and reach the device around his cock and balls and free it. He wasn’t concerned with climaxing. In fact he almost welcomed it. But Paradox knew as much as anyone else that has been at this asylum that just because you finished, doesn’t mean that the machine is finished. He knew full well that after he hit the finish line the machine would press on anyway in a cruel torment that wouldn’t stop. His breathing became more rapid and his body temperature went up sending data to the doctor who was no doubt engrossed in the scene. With his whole body thrashing what little it could he felt himself nearing the end. He yelled into his mask the best he could and tried thrusting his arm to his groin one final time with a sudden jerk to take the robot off guard. Its reaction time was flawless and held him in place so the cuffs could get their readings. It was too late. Paradox’s yell became a howling moan and he finished into the connecting tube on his shaft that pulled all of his seed away. His cock continued to flex and pulse on its own and his pelvis was instinctively thrusting the best it was allowed. The moment had passed but the sleeve around his groin didn’t stop. In a much more dreadful escalation, the sensitivity overtook him. He howled again. Only this time, much louder. ============================================== As always, like what you see? Sound off in the comments below!