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The Milking Farm (Reboot)

Chapter 3: Milking Rehab

Sponsored by DuskCypher

By Draconicon

One of the latex-wrapped 'nurses' gestured for him to come to their section, and Owen reluctantly followed the gesture of command. Glancing over his shoulder at Victor, only to see that the jackal had seemingly forgotten him in favor of the milking relief that he was about to get, the raccoon hissed. He hesitated, turned back to the milking chamber dedicated to him, and wondered just how badly he'd be punished if he turned and left.

After all, it wasn't exactly a welcoming chamber. The walls were back to being black rather than reflecting the many colors around him, and everything was rather intimidating when it was painted that way. The walls, the floor, the furniture: it was all that deep latex black that was impossible to see as anything but rather sinister in color.

Standing by the forming chair was a ferret, tall and slinky in shape, with slender shoulders and hips that were almost nonexistent compared to a lot of other species that he had seen. Where most males had at least a hint of a V shape going from their shoulders to their hips, this guy had a tube shape, completely straight from head to toe. Not that he went completely to ferret body, considering that he had standard legs and arms, but the sheer narrowness of him made him look even taller than he should be.

The fact that he was wearing the same latex stuff that the stallion guards had been wearing didn't help, either, particularly as he had a sort of...well, his crotch was covered in a ball of the goo, making him look like he had quite the package down there, and Owen was not entirely sure that such things stayed there when the milking started.

The ferret curled his finger again.

"Come on, come on. You're going to want this before your balls grow again."

"...Do I really have to?"

"Well, theoretically, no, but this is the way that you serve your sentence. If you just stay out there, then there's no reason for us to believe that you're ready to be released back into society," the ferret said, adjusting a pair of glasses on his muzzle. "And you want to be released, don't you?"

"Duh."

"Then this is something that you have to do. Now, come on, before your balls surge again."

The idea of having even bigger balls, feeling them dragging on his dick even more than they already were, wasn't exactly an arousing thought, but the gasses in the air kept his cock hard regardless. He groaned under his breath, hustling across the 'grasses' to the chamber. The feeling of going from slightly sentient swaying tendrils to something solid was odd, but at least a bit reassuring.

"Alright...what do I do?"

"Well, let's start with getting comfortable, alright?"

Guided into the seat, Owen did his best to not freak out when his anklets and bracelets suddenly stuck to the furniture. Strands of black oozed out of the seat, wrapping around the ends of his limbs, sealing them in black bubbles to the point where he couldn't tell where his hands or feet were.

"Mmmph..."

"Don't worry. This is just the start. We aren't going to start milking until we have a better data-file on you, anyway," the ferret said, patting his shoulder almost reassuringly.

Almost.

As he felt the strands pulling him further open, his body completely spread-eagle on the chair, he could feel other things moving around. The collar around his neck was bound back, and something was creeping around the sides of his head.

"What...what is that?" Owen asked. "Why can't I move my head?"

"It's a brain-wave scanner."

"It feels like all this...this goo. What the hell even is this stuff?!"

"Probably something too complicated for you to understand. It's an intelligent semi-solid that we control and direct; leave it at that."

"That's not - nnnngh!"

Gritting his teeth as the ooze slid not just around his ears but into them, the raccoon felt his head pulled back, made to rest against the chair just like his hands and feet had been. He couldn't move the extremities of his body, and even his waist was being pinned down with a belt of some of the same ooze. He blushed hard as he was completely restrained, even as he whimpered from the feeling of that goo running into his ears, sliding painlessly past the various barriers in its way.

"What...ah...ah..."

There was something almost erotic about the feeling of his skull being invaded like this, if only in a terrifying way. He wanted to squirm, wanted to pull his head back, even as the weirdly slimy, sensual ooze continued to squelch and squirm along sensitive flesh that had never been touched before. He gasped, his fingers curling into fists in the bubbles of black latex, his toes curling.

"Hmmm, it seems that aural stimulation is something of a thing for you."

"It's no-ooo-oooot!"

That probably would have been a lot more convincing if he hadn't started moaning right there. It wasn't exactly pleasurable having something digging through his ears like that, slithering deeper, then pulling back a little, then wiggling and sliming through in a slightly different fashion. It felt...god, it was just weird, but weird in that sort of way that you couldn't help but like.

It finally stopped when it was far enough in that he couldn't feel it anymore. The black ooze rolled over and under his eyes, forming a frame around his eyes. He panted softly, trying not to think about what was about to happen, or the weight of his balls that the chair was slowly lifting up, or the way that his body was completely stuck, bound and paralyzed by everything.

What are they going to do next?

They said that they needed more of a data-file, but how were they going to get that? He could see the ferret talking, see the technician's or nurse's, whatever he was, mouth moving, but there was no sound. He couldn't hear anything.

How can they ask me questions if I can't hear them?

He leaned his head back, trying to at least keep calm. Not easy when you were tied up like this, or when your cock was throbbing harder than it had ever done in your life, but he still tried.

As he stared at the ceiling, he kept expecting some sort of hypnosis to start popping in. He waited for the colors to start spinning, but there were none. Instead, he just stared at the blackness, feeling that weird fullness in his ears, and waited.

Eventually, he felt a slight tingle. Not much of one, almost more of an itch than anything else, but it started at the very bottom of his ears, where the end of the tendrils were. He felt it moving through his head, and then through his body.

A little twitch here, a little twitch there. It was like there would be a little shock in his head, followed by a tiny twitch somewhere else in his body. He felt the first one like a little stroke along his chest, almost like a finger tracing his nipple. Nothing, that, no real reaction. Another touch, this time like a hand tickling his stomach. He twitched slightly in irritation rather than pleasure.

Then there was the feeling of a lick across his hole.

"Ah!"

He gasped, his cock twitching, and he 'heard' a little click in the back of his skull.

Kink identified. Rimming. Continuing scan.

Oh, god. He realized what they were doing, now. They were using that thing to directly stimulate his brain, hitting his nerves and making him think that he was getting stimulated, and registering what his body and brain did.

Fuck...fuck...

He shivered as he felt the other little teases going over him, sometimes telling him that he had a fetish that he didn't even know was a thing. It uncovered the bondage fetish pretty early on, but there were other ones that he hadn't expected. He hadn't thought that he had a foot fetish, for example, but when the tubes started stimulating his feet with little shocks, little nibbles, things that were pleasure and pain together, he registered it.

Then it started getting creative. It didn't just give him physical sensations. The tubes in his ears started feeding him different, more elaborate ideas, different fantasies. They came in blurring speeds, making it hard for him to keep up, but there was a constant checklist that was being updated.

**Kink identified. Forced Exhibitionism. Continuing scan.

Kink identified. Size Difference. Continuing scan.

Kink identified. Humiliation. Continuing scan.

Kink identified. Worship. Continuing scan.

Kink identified. Crossdressing. Continuing scan.**

And so it went, the list growing by leaps and bounds the more that the machine seemed to know about him. He shivered every time that he heard that voice say that it found something in his head, and he wondered just how much more it would pull out before the milking started.

Because he could feel some tingling in his balls, feel something that was getting ready to break free. They were churning, burbling, and he could feel them pressing against the insides of his thighs again.

Oh, god, they're about to surge again.

Owen bit his lips, huffing softly, only to feel the slime tendrils pulling out of his ears again. His eyes rolled back at the slow retraction, feeling the same odd arousal that had come when they'd first shoved their way down his ear canals. His toes curled in the bubbles of latex, his head twisting from side to side as they finally came out.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Well, you're definitely an untapped well of perversion, aren't you?" the ferret asked.

"That's not me. I swear, that machine's wrong."

"It's reading your mind, convict. It doesn't get it wrong." The ferret patted his arm gently. "But don't worry. We don't judge here."

"Mmmph...I'm not worried about...about judgment...I'm saying...saying I'm not into that stuff."

How could he be? Some of that had been a lot of stuff with him on the bottom, with him being someone else's little slut. The idea of being in that position had never come up in his fantasies in the outside world, never ever been part of the jerk-off material that he'd had.

Well, sometimes. Once or twice. When he had been following one of the dickgirls from the clubs and seeing what they were like at home, he'd sometimes imagine them being on top of him. Face-sitting, a bit of pegging. What was wrong with that? But that was occasional, not a constant.

Even if it did give him some serious boners.

He shivered as the ferret rubbed his shoulder again, saying something about how the machine worked perfectly, how there was nothing to worry about. Owen refused to believe it, more focused on how the hell he was going to get out of this without losing his mind.

"We'll start you on some rimming work later, just to get you used to it," the ferret said. "But for now, we'll keep you working with the machine. We can simulate size difference just fine with this, and the milking tube will keep you really happy, that much I can promise you."

"Mmmph..."

"Trust me. A few days from now, you'll be looking forward to this like everyone else. We've designed this specifically to make sure that you cum as much as you can, as long as you let yourself enjoy it."

"..."

"Now, try to relax. This is the important part, and if you start resisting, then you're going to be in here for a long time. And if you really start being a problem...well, we're authorized to start pushing you down a tier or two. You don't want to go up to Tier Four or Tier Five security, trust me."

"...What happens there?"

"You can ask the other prisoners later. Right now, we're almost behind schedule, and -"

"MMMMPH!"

"Yep, there they go."

The raccoon arched his back against the table, feeling his balls suddenly swelling again. The tension in his sac was such that he swore that they could pop before he got any relief, and they were still getting bigger. He panted, looking down at the raised bit of latex that supported them, watching as they grew bigger than his fists, bigger than oranges, starting to make their way to the size of cantaloupes.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Alright, let's get those drained. Now."

As the ferret ran his finger along the chair, things changed. His positioning was shifted, forcing him into a recline on more of a table than a chair. His ass slid back into a hole in the bottom of the table, and so did his tail. Everything else was still supported.

He groaned as he was lowered backwards, his legs pointed down and forward, his hands and feet let loose of the bubbles. He panted hard, gritting his teeth as he turned his head from side to side at the insanely tight, full feeling that was coming from his testicles. They felt like they needed to cum, now.

"Almost ready," the ferret muttered.

"Nnngh!"

"Extending milker."

Something came down from the ceiling, though the raccoon was too out of it to be able to tell just what it was. All he knew was that it pressed down against the head of his short cock, and then sucked all the way to the base.

"Mmmmph...tight..."

"Initiating first milking."

The tube had completely covered his cock, and he could feel it inflating on the inside, almost like one of those blood pressure readers at the clinics, except that this was inflating and buzzing. The pressure and the vibrations surrounded his cock from tip to base, gently rolling in different patterns of vibrations up and down his cock. It was like a blowjob, handjob, and a toy all rolled into one, teasing him and sucking on him.

"Ah...ah..."

"That's it. Just let it out. That first one's going to make you feel so much better."

The ferret was trying to help, but all he could think about was how bad he needed to cum. The gasses had worked him up to the nth degree, and his cock had never been needier. He was twitching, feeling the veins popping along the side of his cock. It was like having the tightest cock ring on, and then feeling how sensitive he was -

He screamed, not in orgasm, but in just pure pain-pleasure from how tight and hard his cock had gotten. He wanted to thrust, wanted to rut, wanted to fuck, but all he could do was lay there as the machine worked his cock.

It squeezed his cock tighter than his own hand ever had, holding it in place, pinning him down. It vibrated from head to base and back again, like little rollers inside the padding were stroking him, buzzing him, forcing him hard.

There was something at the very end of the tube, something that pressed down on his cock head and sucked. He could feel it pulling, tugging, almost like there was someone pressing their lips to the tip of his shaft.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

He moaned, his toes pointing and curling, his hands balling into fists as the milker held his cock tight, refusing to let him thrust, making it do all the work. His balls churned, expanding again, bloating. He could feel them sloshing against his thighs, could feel the pre-cum rolling out of his cock and into the tube, only to roll down his cock and then get sucked away.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"Cum as fast and as much as you want, Mr. Manler. There's going to be plenty of time for seconds."

There was no way that he could have resisted that command. He gritted his teeth as he tried to arch his back, trying to fuck that hole, that tube, but he couldn't move. Couldn't do anything. All he could do...

Was release.

"MMMPH!"

He bit his lips in humiliation at the sheer pleasure of the machine, feeling it sucking his cum right out of him. His cock felt like a straw delivering a drink to some mechanical mouth rather than his own biology, and he whimpered as he felt his orgasm continue, dragged out by the tight, tugging, sucking, buzzing tube around his cock.

Pulse, pulse, pulse, went that pleasure, overwhelming, his balls pulling up as he felt one shot, two, three, almost like he was pissing cum at some points. It just kept going, and he could almost feel the amount of tension down in his sac starting to fade.

And then, right after, came the hypersensitivity. And the milking tube hadn't stopped.

"AH! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

"Just ride it out. Ride it out."

"It's too much! Too much! Stop! STOP!"

"Not yet. Just keep going. Ride it out. You can do it."

The raccoon shook his head, screaming for mercy, but none came. The milking tube didn't stop sucking at him. Instead, it started bouncing, rolling along his cock, pulling up and down with that insane tightness, that impossible tightness pulling on his dick and sucking on it, almost like it was vacuuming his dick clean after sucking so much cum out of him. He arched his back as soon as he felt it move up, trying to keep his dick inside, trying to keep it from sliding along his shaft.

But the machine was too strong. It moved, almost like it was predicting him. It would slam down if he pushed forward, only to yank back as he sagged against the table again. He whimpered, thrashing about, his eyes rolling back in their sockets.

"Ah! TOO MUCH!"

"Almost there...readings coming back to normal."

It didn't feel like he was coming back to normal. It felt like he was losing his mind. His eyes were rolling back in his skull, particularly when the tube pulled all the way back to the head of his cock and suck-buzzed there, and just there. He screamed as he was pushed to cum a second time, feeling the pleasure underneath the insane level of stimulation.

For a moment, he probably blacked out. He might actually have done that, for all he could tell what was going on. All he knew was that one moment, he was staring up at the back of his skull, and the next, he was panting, all the way on his back, his eyes covered in some sort of black blindfold.

"What...what..."

The almost-painful stimulation had rolled back a bit. It was no longer mind-breaking, but rather just...intense. A slow sucking, a pulling, a tugging, wet and simple along his cock. It was like the bouncing feeling of a lazy night with a fleshlight, something that was nice and familiar, something that didn't make him feel like he was going to lose it right then and there.

"That's it, that's it," the ferret's voice said in the distance. "Better?"

"Mmmph..."

"We had to do something a bit drastic to break you in there, particularly since we waited so long. Your balls were in the danger zone for a minute, but they're better now."

"What...what's going on?"

"We're about to start rehabilitative hypnosis. It works best when combined with a bit of kink play, so, just to let you know, we're starting with size difference."

"...How are you..."

"Later on, we'll use some prisoners from Tier One, who've pretty much proved that they can be trusted. For now, though, we'll just use some size play with your ass."

"Mmmph...you...I'm not..."

"Don't worry. We have it on record from your brain that, at least deep down, you really, really want this."

But what if his brain was wrong? What if they were wrong?

That question didn't get answered as he felt the blindfold suddenly flicker to life, a spiral of white and black drawing him to stare right at the middle. More hypnosis, he realized, and much stronger than the gentle colors that were going on out in the main room. He tried to close his eyes, but it was impossible.

"Yes, the latex around your face disables a few muscles for this particular function. Don't worry. Your eyes will keep from drying out due to a few other features, but you won't be able to look away. Trust us, it's for your own good."

There was a head-petting feeling, something that stroked from his forehead back to the top of his head, but it didn't reassure him much.

Something pressed up against his ass from the bottom of the table as the milking tube continued its slow up and down ride, squelching against his cock. He tried to focus on that, but as the new tube under him, some hardened cylinder, began spreading lube all around his pucker...well, it was hard to think of much else.

Well, anything else but the spiral.

He shivered as his eyes were drawn to it again, forced to stare into it. Every time that he felt the grip of it on his mind, he tried to pull his gaze to some other part of the blindfold, but it was like the spiral followed his gaze as much as his gaze followed the spiral. The longer he stared, the harder it was to look away, and the harder it was to ignore the words that were starting to pop up around the edge of the spiral.

_Relax.

Relax and submit.

Relax and enjoy.

Relax.

Relax and submit.

Relax and enjoy.

Relax._

The words came slowly, but they came, and it was hard for him not to start mouthing them. They were running right through his guard, his attention split so many different ways. He couldn't muster the resistance to keep them from sliding in.

So tense, so hard, so aggressive. No need for that. Just relax. Relax and submit. Relax and enjoy. Just...relax...

The words were coming with a voice, now, soft and gentle, pulling at him and dragging him down. He couldn't resist.

He moaned as his cock throbbed in the tube, only to gasp as he felt that big thing beneath him be replaced by something slightly bigger. Was that...was that a horse cock pressed against his ass? Was he...was he feeling something that big?

_Relax.

Size is good.

Size is what you want.

Relax.

Size is good.

You like big things.

Relax._

He liked...big things? The raccoon remembered that he had always had a thing for big girls, the ones that were taller than him. He remembered that he had followed a mare home, as well as an orca woman, and there was that one time when he had been on a dry night and had watched a stallion dance -

_Big horse cock is sexy.

Big cock is sexy.

Sexiness is size.

Size is sexiness.

You admire bigger things.

You submit to bigger things.

Relax.

Relax and enjoy.

Relax and submit to big things._

Big things...big things...

The raccoon was slipping down a strange slope, his mind not quite turning off, but going slow, tired, needing to be guided. The spiral was turning into something else, something that was making him feel...relief. Better. He started to relax more as the big thing slid under his tail, as it started rubbing at him back there.

Big things were good.

Big things were sexy.

He started to relax, allowing it to push forward, feeling it gradually working its way inside of him. He moaned under his breath, feeling his focus shifting from the speeding tube on his cock to that thick thing sliding into his ass.

_Relax.

Size is good.

Size is sexy.

You enjoy big things.

You enjoy big people.

Relax.

Relax and enjoy.

Relax and submit to big things._

He nodded slowly, and he felt the first slow stretch of his pucker. There was a slimy feeling back there, something that was forcing him open, something that was gradually leaving him dripping with that lubed-up sensation, but it felt...good. The hypnosis was dragging him deeper, making this feel better than it should.

"Submit...to big...things..."

He kept staring into the visor's spiral, seeing the big cocks, big asses, big balls, big breasts, big everything that kept popping through. Yes, big things. Size difference. Things that were bigger than him.

They were hot.

Sexy.

Beautiful.

Powerful.

He moaned as he felt a surge of pleasure running through him, the head of that horse cock popping into his ass. It was slowly pushing forward, taking its time, never quite hurting him, but always pushing him, always challenging him, reminding him that it was in charge. Owen's eyes rolled back, slightly, and the spiral followed.

As it started pushing in and out, forward and back, he submitted to the pleasure of having his body rocked by it. There had never, ever been something that big up his ass before, not even with the guys and the one dickgirl that he had allowed back there in the past. It was...it was something sublime, so much better than letting something tiny back there. The sheer wrongness of someone short like him taking something that big made it hotter.

_Relax.

Relax and submit.

Relax and submit to big things.

Big things deserve your praise.

Big things deserve your lust.

Big things deserve your respect._

"Big things...deserve..."

He shivered, not quite sure what he was saying, but he knew that he was supposed to be listening. He didn't know why he was supposed to be listening, but he was drawn forward. Images continued to be drawn out of the spiral, filling his brain, and he thought back to that night.

The wolf woman. The thick-assed, big-breasted wolf woman that he had stalked back to her house. Her curves, her exaggerated sizes, they had all played into his lusts. So much more fun to see her privately instead of in the clubs. So much hotter to see her when she didn't expect him to.

Breaking the rules...

Big things deserve your respect.

Something in that stopped him. Was...was that...

No, he had just been having fun, right? Just...just standing at the window. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing wrong with staring at someone that did this for a living. Not like she cared about someone else seeing her, or she wouldn't have been on stage.

Except...

Big things deserve your respect.

He groaned, panting softly. He tried to pull back from the hypnotic command, the pressure, and that build-up of pleasure slowly started to diminish. Owen groaned under his breath, feeling his orgasm in the distance, but it wasn't as good. Wasn't...wasn't as powerful now.

What...why...

He slipped into the hypnosis, drifting off into the darkness of the visor as he struggled with his memories, his fantasies, and the hypnosis.

Owen was still rather out of it when the ferret let him loose from the machine, but his balls were no longer quite so huge. They were still bigger than average, but they weren't dragging his cock off his groin from their weight.

His cock, however...

He groaned as his swollen shaft swung between his legs. It wasn't that it was that much longer, but it was quite a bit thicker. The constant sucking had given it a particularly plump sort of look, and it meant that he had a lot more sensitivity down there.

To be fair, that was the look that all the guys had. Those that had more free-hanging cocks like him had fat dicks, while those, like Victor, that had sheaths were sporting more fat sheaths, filled up and thickened by the way that they had been treated.

"How long..."

Owen cleared his throat as he walked beside the jackal.

"How long were we in there?"

"I don't know. Kinda changes by the day. I'd guess at least three hours."

"Mmmph...no wonder my balls feel like raisins."

"Imagine how they'd feel if you hadn't had that drug."

"Nnngh...no thanks."

"Heh, told ya you'd want it."

"Hmmph." He shook his head. "Victor?"

"Yeah?"

"You ever...feel weird when you're going through the hypnosis? Like, there's something that's kinda unfair about it?"

"Like what?"

"...I don't know...it's hard to explain."

Owen leaned back against the nearest building, looking up at the ceiling. The big thing for him was that it just didn't feel fair. So he had done a bit of peeping. Why did he have to change everything? It was like...why did he have to pay for someone else feeling bad? Why...

Big things deserve respect.

He shook his head. He still didn't understand, but hopefully it would start to make sense. In the meantime, he had other things to figure out.

"Victor...what are the other tiers in here?"

The End

Summary: Owen goes through his first cock milking, and it is a doozy.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, cock milking, cum milking, raccoon, ferret, machine sex, technophilia, hypnosis, size difference, size play, big dildo, lube, forced orgasm, series, milking farm, ball growth, sensitivity, overstimulation,