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Bubble Gum had always prided himself on his ability to slip through the cracks. His golden-brown fur camouflaged him as easily in city alleys as it did in the Grizzly District junkyard. A nimble fox like him was a master of misdirection, and no hero or cop had ever been able to keep up with him, not for long. Gangs in the city treated him like a myth—an untouchable figure who danced between the law's fingers. He blended into crowds, pick pocketed with precision, and vanished before anyone realized they'd been hit.

But today? Today was different. As Bubble Gum prowled through the bustling fair, seeking his next score, he felt a tug on his foot. At first, he thought it was just gum or some debris from the junkyard that had stuck to his shoe. But when he lifted his foot to shake it off, he realized something was wrong. The stretch of rubber clinging to him felt alien, as if it were alive. Then came the voice, mocking and sing-song.

"Oh my little boy~ Let's give a hug~"

Bubble Gum's ears flattened instinctively, and he whipped around to see HR, the notorious rubber-bodied hyena hero, standing just a few feet away. He’d heard rumors of this strange new enforcer from the Grizzly District—how HR could stretch, trap, and bind criminals in ways no one had ever escaped. Panic coursed through his veins. Without waiting for another word, he turned and sprinted through the crowd, ducking beneath stalls and vaulting over carts.

But HR was fast, far faster than Bubble Gum had anticipated. The hyena's rubber arms shot out like vines, snaking through the air with terrifying accuracy. One arm curled around his waist, the other blocked his escape. In the blink of an eye, Bubble Gum was trapped between two thick layers of living rubber, encased like a fly in a web.

"Fuck it! Get off mmmh! Hmmmp! Nmmmh!" he snarled, but the rubber muffled his voice as it pressed tighter, sealing him in. Every inch of him was wrapped, from head to toe, in an airtight grip. He wriggled, kicked, and clawed, but HR’s rubber body was impervious to his struggles.

“Gotcha,” HR cooed, his voice filled with glee as he reeled the fox in like a fish on a line.

The rubber morphed and expanded into a vacbed that Bubble Gum found himself trapped in, his body fully encased, unable to move. His muscles, usually so agile and full of potential energy, were now on full display, forced into a vulnerable pose. The tightness of the rubber wasn’t just confining—it was teasing, stimulating in a way that made his body betray him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and something else... a growing, shameful arousal pressed tightly against the rubber. His fur bristled as he felt the heat building within him, unable to stop his body’s reaction.

"Aw... Relax, my boy. It's sealed. They're coming to collect you soon~" HR purred, watching Bubble Gum squirm in his tight prison.

HR’s hands, soft and slick with rubber, slithered over the taut surface that clung to Bubble Gum’s form. His touch was deliberate, calculated—teasing every sensitive spot with a knowing grin. The fox gasped, his muffled cries barely escaping the thick gag wedged into his mouth. HR's fingers lingered near the most sensitive areas, playfully tickling the rubber, and Bubble Gum could feel his arousal growing, his body twitching against his will.

The more Bubble Gum struggled, the tighter the rubber seemed to hold him. The sensation was unbearable—the mixture of confinement, teasing, and the unrelenting pressure made him want to scream. His body was begging for release, but HR, the twisted hero that he was, wasn’t going to make it easy.

He pressed down lightly on the gag in Bubble Gum’s mouth, muffling the fox’s moans as he writhed against the rubber. Then, as if bored with his plaything, HR attached a small device to the fox’s bulging cock—a GPS tracker.

The moment it activated, it began to vibrate, sending a jolt of sensation through Bubble Gum’s body. He moaned, his hips jerking involuntarily, but there was no release. The vibrations teased him, just enough to drive him mad, but never enough to push him over the edge. HR stepped back, watching the fox’s desperate, futile attempts to find some kind of relief. The hero’s grin was wide as he activated the signal to the police, who would come to collect their criminal soon enough.

But for now, Bubble Gum was trapped, encased in the tight, squeaky rubber, every twitch and moan only serving to intensify his torment. He could feel the relentless teasing of the GPS device, the way it pulsed against him in maddening waves, but it would never be enough. Not for him. His punishment was clear—an endless state of frustration, of being on the edge with no release in sight.

The police would come eventually, but Bubble Gum knew that once they had him in custody, the teasing would only continue. They had no intention of letting him find any sort of relief. He was a criminal, after all. And criminals like him? They didn’t deserve release. Not now, not ever.