In the Name of (Sexy) Safety
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Commissioned by, you guessed it, Caroo.
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In the Name of (Sexy) Safety For Caroo By Draconicon
The Society for the Conservation of Prey Rights was meeting tonight, and while Caroo was hardly a member, he was very interested in showing up and proving his support. The kangaroo was one of three other men that had come around, and each of them were wearing a different sort of expression. The wolf on his left looked like he was bored, while the wolverine on his right looked like he was being forced to be there.
Caroo, on the other hand, had a small smile on his face. A bit shy, a bit more reserved, but genuinely interested to be there. The roo reached down, pulling up the pamphlet that he'd picked up for the night.
"Proving Prey Safe, One Experiment at a Time," it said on the front, and he opened it to read a bit further.
It seemed to be a call to arms about how preds could turn up and make things difficult for the prey species that they sometimes ended up dating. How prey could end up ravaged by a dangerous predator's appetites, in either case, and how the libido of a predator needed to be watched and moderated if they were going to be with prey animals.
He wasn't a predator, but he was willing to be part of the experiments. After seeing a rather angry coyote nearly rip a rabbit to shreds during coitus...
Well, that had been a dark day, and most of the college campus had needed therapy after that. The rabbit lived, to her credit, but she'd been in hiding ever since. Anything to keep that from happening.
And if they can fix it, make everyone better? All the better for us all.
He was just shutting the pamphlet when one of the doors at the far side of the Society's lobby opened. A mouse girl poked her head out, pushing some glasses up her muzzle as she looked around.
"Caroo? Is there a Caroo out here?"
"That's me!" he said, jumping out of his seat.
"You? Oh, I'm sorry, I expected a..."
The mouse trailed off, looking him up and down a few times. He blushed, rubbing the back of his head, but to his surprise, the mouse actually seemed to grin that much more. She even licked her lips.
"You know, on second thought, you're probably just what we need tonight. You two can go home; we'll call you if we need any more subjects."
The wolf was quick to leave, and the wolverine quicker, leaving the kangaroo alone in the middle of the lobby. He blinked, then looked back, but the mouse was already waving him forward.
"Come on, come on. We have to get started. Ooooh, the girls are going to love you."
"Uh, okay."
He didn't know what to make of the sudden change in the room, but if it worked, then it worked. He padded over, sandals clicking as he went until -
"Mmmph!"
He had barely stepped through the door before the mouse girl slapped a rag covered in chloroform over his face. He took one breath through it and was immediately limp, sliding back and dazed. She caught him, but there were endless other small hands all over him as he tumbled down to the floor.
When he woke up, he knew he was in trouble when he couldn't move his hands. When he found out that he couldn't move his feet, arms, legs, or head, either, Caroo was even more concerned.
His eyes flicked open, and his first realization was that he was naked. His cheeks burned in humiliation as he saw his dick flopped out against his stomach, feeling the slight sag that always came when he was nude and his legs were spread, feeling his sack dropping further down.
His second realization was that he was surrounded by women. Women that, unlike him, wore clothes, and were staring down at him.
"Uh...hi?" he managed to squeak out.
"Hi, Caroo," they said, all as one.
It didn't take long to get a quick summary of what held him down. His arms were pulled over his head, and his hands were sealed inside of little metal balls, keeping him from doing anything but balling his hands up in useless fists. Kept there with leather restraints around his wrists, forearms and shoulders, he was unable to move anything.
His head was pinned between two metal blocks which were - thankfully - padded, and he was made to stare straight ahead, his cheeks squished slightly. A leather band pinned his chest down to the table, too, and his legs were pulled off to the sides, spread as far as they could go without discomfort, and his feet...
He blushed as he felt slender fingers stroking down his soles, touching them almost with admiration for the undersides. He swore he heard the phrase 'so soft' muttered, and he whimpered, trying to curl his toes.
Trying, and failing. Some sort of wires or something kept him from doing that, forcing his feet to stay perfectly straight. There were rods on either side, he realized, keeping him from flailing them about.
God, they thought of everything...
The women leaned in, some of them touching his chest, others stroking up and down along his sides. Some flicked their fingers against his armpits, making him yelp with a sudden burst of laughter, while still others were stroking along his soles.
It was the ones that were close to his thighs and cock, however, that made the roo blush most. He squirmed, biting his lips to try and keep the laughter at bay, then speaking whenever they gave him a window.
"What - nnngh! - what are you doing? I thought - ha - hahaha! I thought this wasexperimentforgettingbetter hahahahahahaha!"
He had to speed up to try and get all the words out, and he wasn't sure if he was actually understood. The kangaroo squirmed around on the table for nearly a minute before he was able to catch his breath.
One of the mice, the one that had called him in, smiled as she leaned in, stroking his face.
"Oh, don't worry. This is all part of the experiment to deal with big, bad predators."
"What...what kind of...what kind of experiment?" he gasped, still trying to catch his breath.
She smiled, but before she could answer, the tickles started again. Narrow fingers dancing along the arches of his feet, tiny points flicking into his armpits, poking those sensitive spots, hard points tickling just where his thighs met up with his groin: all of those sensations hit him at once, and he would have slammed his head back and arched his back if he'd been free. As it was, his muscles tensed, hard, trying to flail him around when he had no freedom to move.
As he screamed with laughter, the mouse woman let him get it all out, not bothering to try and talk. He screamed, he laughed, he cried, and by the time it stopped, the girls taking a break to rest their fingers, he was barely breathing. His eyes were watery, tear-streaked, and he couldn't wipe them clear.
The mouse dabbed them for him. As she wiped them clear, she explained.
"Heh, sorry. My coworkers are a little over-eager. We didn't think we'd get such a cutie for this."
"But...but I'm just...trying to help..."
"And you can. You can be a good little male to lock up for a while. You might not be a pred, but we can test to see how the long-term lock-up works for a regular guy."
"Long...long-term lock-up?" he squeaked.
"Oh god, did you hear that?"
"That was adorable!"
"Oh, I bet he makes even better sounds if we play with this," and no sooner had it been said than the speaker grabbed him by the dick, giving him three good pumps.
Caroo didn't know how to handle this type of attention. All he knew was that it was insanely powerful, and his cock couldn't stay soft after that. It jumped up like someone had shoved a steel rod down the middle, and even when she let go of it - forced to let go by some of the other girls in the group - it continued to throb against his belly.
Huffing, puffing, the kangaroo could only stare as the mice brought out different devices. Long metal tubes, frameworks that had plates to go around them, plates that had rippling brushes and tendrils and worse on the other sides: it was like a nightmare of erotic bondage and torture.
His jaw dropped as he stared at each one, only for him to almost bite his tongue off as the tickles started again, dancing along his soles and then up towards his thighs, under his knees and along his belly.
"HAHAHAHAH!"
His screams lasted well-past the tickling this time, his body shaking as it got more and more sensitive each time that it was played with. Several of the women had already grabbed his cock, tilting it back and holding it in place. A steel ring was pushed down to the bottom, and a standing cage was being fitted around the rest of the shaft, wiggled along his hard-on as multiple little points were lined up with the ring at the base.
"What...that's not going to..."
"Oh, it's locking you up, alright," Ms. Explanation said, smiling at him and patting his head. "We can't let any of you scary males around the prey without something to keep you safe now, can we?"
"Nnngh..."
"Don't worry. The experiment won't last too long. We'll just keep you locked up for, oh, a few months or so."
"A few months?!"
"To start. We'll see how well you handle it."
"Nnnnnnnnngh," he whined.
"Don't worry, cutie. We'll take good care of you down here. Really, really good care of you..."
The End