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Life as a farmhand ain't easy, that much I can tell you.

I wake up early, milk the cows, feed the pigs, then the horses, let the animals loose, tend to the dogs, clean up the stables, and all of that before I even get started on taking care of the crops. It's just work, work and more work without stop.

'There's always something to do in the farm for a young, strong wolf such as yourself, Benjamin!'

Mr. Wilkers' words echoed in my head as if he was standing by my side and yelling it right at my splaying ear as he usually did. Right down to his insistence in calling me by my full name when I preferred to be called just Ben.

The old wolf- well, alright, he's not that old, but for a nineteen-year-old like me, forty-something seems old, ya know? He helps too, to be fair, but he sure as hell enjoys delegating the hard work to me all the time.

Old or not, the wolf is in good shape. Used to wrangle horses or something back in his youth, which explains his muscles and good form despite the age. The only good thing about all of this work is that I'm growing some muscle mass of my own! I'll get there at some point. Regardless, in good shape or not, that doesn't seem to help with Mr. Wilkers' attitude.

That's my main issue. The damned wolf is never satisfied, always finding faults in my work or, I swear, just any fucking excuse to yell at me. He's old-fashioned, strict and just doesn't know how to have fun. That is the reason I ended up where I was.

You see, I usually sleep in a shack near the main house. It's not fancy, but it's nice enough. It was Saturday though, for fuck's sake, and I wanted to head out to the nearby town! Find a party, hunt after some girls! Just remembering the scent of a ripe wolfess made my nose tingle...

All of them seem to be getting their heat around this age and time, it's enough to drive a young wolf like me wild. Nothing beats taking a good whiff of that, letting nature take its course, feeling your sheath swell from the smells alone...

I took a whiff of the air without even noticing it due to my train of thought. When I did, I winced right away. Instead of the delightful smell of a beauty's ripe cunt, all I got was the stench of all the animals in the stables. With a dissatisfied grunt, I rubbed my nose. I wanted to go out, yeah, but Mr. Wilkers didn't allow it. The bastard said that there was food shipment coming in early next morning and I had to be wide awake to take care of it. As if I wouldn't be just because of some harmless partying...

Just remembering the conversation brought a growl to the back of my throat. The stupid, unreasonable old wolf was impossible to argue with. Having been denied my good times and after spending some time extremely bored in my room, I decided that I'd sneak into the stables and have some fun of my own. If I couldn't have girls... I would take the next best thing.

The night was starry; the moon was bright. It wasn't late yet, but I knew for a fact that Mr. Wilkers, like most farmers, went to bed pretty damn early. Even knowing that, I was still silent when I opened the backdoor to the stables with my own keys. The familiar wood and hay greeted my bare paws and, though most animals shuffled around, they were all so used to my presence that they just ignored me. Horses, cows, even the two large dogs outside just came by, glanced at me, and went back to sleep.

Don't get me wrong, I hardly ever have any reason to be sneaky. I've been working on this farm for well over a year and I would never steal or do anything shady. What I intended to do, however... Well, it was just fun as hell.

I knew because I'd done it before, but an old-fashioned fucker like Mr. Wilkers? If he caught me I knew he'd tan my hide for it. I expect I would keep hearing him yell and scold me for months, at the very least. All of that and... that is also not exactly the kind of stuff anyone wants to get caught doing.

Without worry, however, I was grinning. My tail wagged as I made my way to the empty stable stall on the far left where we stored our equipment. Rope, whips, saddles, harnesses... all kinds of stuff to handle the animals we usually just threw there due to the lack of a better place to put it. I opened the stall and closed it with my tail still wagging and my eyes on the prize. The most modern and expensive piece of equipment we stored there...

My sheath was right back to swelling in excitement, knowing what was coming.

I took the time to rub myself over the simple pair of boxer briefs I was wearing. Coupled with an old tank top shirt, that was my usual sleeping garments. A furry wolf such as myself barely even needed that considering the damned spring heat. I took one last look around as if it was even possible for anyone else to be around, but of course, I was alone.

It was mostly just that tingle of anxiety. That brief bout of adrenaline coursing through the blood when you know you're about to do something you're not supposed to be doing. The first time I'd done that I'd been even more nervous, but it had worked tremendously well. The second time had been better and after that... how many times had I done that before? Eh, I guess I'd lost count, but it had been quite a while since the last time. The crops had been keeping me busy, which was all the more reason why I was so eager to go out that night. Being denied that, however...

A wolf has needs, ya know?

With a spring to my step, I approached the device that would be my companion for the night. The machine wasn't exactly new, but since I used it pretty much every single morning, I was pretty proficient with it. I had to be thankful that Mr. Wilkers had even bothered buying one of those! A milking machine. If I had to milk every cow by hand every morning it'd take thrice the time and work.

The device was rather simple. Long, clear tubes of adjustable length were connected to the main tank by a shorter, transparent and flexible tube. When it milked the cows, you could see the milk going to the main tank. The engine at its side was responsible for the pumping. I had no idea how it worked; I was far from being an engineer, but whenever you turned the dial, the tubes started pumping. It even had different speed settings...

Truth be told, from the very first time I had used it on the cows I had already been thinking about the different... applications it could have. I just hadn't thought at the time that it would work so damn well for it.

My boxers got tighter. Without ceremony, I pulled them down and stepped out of them. There was something extra exciting about being naked from the waist down where I wasn't supposed to be as well. I took the time to appreciate myself. My pelt was almost exclusively gray, but a lighter tone going down from my chest reached down all the way to my sheath and balls as if highlighting them. With my paw, I rubbed my furry nuts, massaging them with my fingers and reveling in the pleasant sensation it brought. The pubic fur around my sheath was wild and shaggy, I'd have to trim it again soon, but the sheath itself? That was my pride and joy. I know any male wolf would say that, but it really was.

It was hefty, plump, and the red tapered tip of my member was already peaking out of it. I could feel the stirring of arousal in my loins in anticipation of what I was about to do. My massaging paw went up to my sheath, pulling it back and exposing more of my member to the chilly air of the night. Delightful...

I started stroking myself. Truth be told, girls are nice and all, but there are some things only a wolf's own paw can do. No one knew my dick better than myself. I took a deep breath and exhaled, relaxing as I masturbated slowly while leaning against the wooden beams that made the stable stall. I went as far as closing my eyes, letting my tongue hang out of my mouth as I focused everything on the pleasure coming from between my legs as my cock grew hard and erect.

Even when I had the whole of my length in my paw to stroke I still continued. Breathing in, I reveled in the scent of my own masculine musk hanging in the air. A scent I had already associated with pleasure from all the times I had done the same thing in my shack. My paw started moving faster as I stroked myself, making sure my cock was nice and hard for what was to come. I took my sweet time in doing it, enjoying the sight of the dark red, veiny member jutting from between my legs. The only thing missing to make it look even more beautiful was my knot, but that too would grow in time. A shame I had nothing to stick it into that night, but my paw would do the work when the time came.

I found myself panting softly. Pre-cum came from the tip of my length, which I used as lube to ease my own stroking. The fire of arousal was burning strong within me. I eyed the milking machine sitting in the corner and knew it was time. My tail wagged again in anticipation.

Without further ado, I set off to work. It was with excitement that I picked up one of the milking tubes, the larger one, and felt its smooth texture. The base was soft, meant to be comfortable for the cow, and I could tell from past experience that it really was comfortable. I was eager as I placed it upon my cock. It throbbed in excitement, engulfed by the tube. I pushed it down all the way to the base...

My cock was, of course, much larger than a cow's tit (thankfully!), but the tube was long and somewhat wide. As my length grew thicker near the base close to my knot, the width of the tube became perfect, fitting my girth as if it was made for it. I covered the whole of my length save for my knot still hidden within my sheath.

With the milking tube in place over my cock, it was time for the best part. With my tail still swishing back and forth, I flipped the switch to turn the machine on. It didn't start right away, but the engine started whirring, ready to do so as soon as I put in the settings.

Suction? One. Speed...? I was feeling daring and pretty damn horny. Two. With the old sliders in place, I still felt a rush of excitement as I stared at the red 'START' button for a few moments. My paw gave my balls a gentle rub then moved on to my sheath where I could feel it bulging as it gave way to my knot. It grew from my excitement alone. I was still rock hard inside the tube...

Smiling, I pressed the button.

"Hnngh... fuuuuck..."

I groaned under my breath. The thing about machines is that they are nothing at all like a paw. When it's someone else touching your dick, even yourself, you start slow; you caress it; you gauge the person's reaction as you stroke the length... but a machine?

Nah.

The machine is relentless. As soon as I pressed the button, the suction inside the tube started with its regulated speed. Not slower, not faster, just straight to work. I could feel the tube's soft inner mechanism going up and down my cock methodically, almost reaching the tip and then going back up to the base, again and again, in the most pleasant of ways. With a paw, I held the tube against my cock to make sure it stayed put while it sucked me, but within seconds, I really didn't need to anymore.

The machine's relentless sucking provided so much pleasure that my dick swelled to full hardness. It made the tube feel yet a little tighter. It was good! After the initial rush, getting used to the machine working on my dick, I leaned back against the stall's bars and relaxed, letting it work by itself over my cock.

"...Fuuuuck..." I moaned. Fuck, that felt good. Up and down, up and down, it went over my dick. I adjusted the tube over my cock, pulling it yet a little more against it and shoving my hips forward at the same time with a huff. The suction didn't quite reach the tip of my length, which was unfortunate, but its stroking was pleasurable enough to make it great regardless of that. I could feel myself leaking pre-cum into the tube. I'd give it a wash next morning. For now, it was all about sitting back and enjoying myself.

With my paws, I went back to massaging my balls. It was fucking nice to have them both free while the machine worked on my dick. I caressed my own chest, played with my nipples, rolled my balls through my fingers, everything to enhance the pleasure. It didn't take long for my knot to join the fray as well.

I grunted with light discomfort. When it grew too big, my sheath started feeling stuffy. Any wolf knew how great the sensation of pulling their sheath back and freeing their growing knot felt, so when I finally did it, freeing the dark red, large bulb of flesh to the air of the night, I sighed with content.

My paw worked my knot over, the most sensitive part of my dick by far. I took it within it, giving it a few light squeezes that had my legs trembling and growing weak. The pleasure resonated directly with all the machine was giving me. My cock throbbed between my legs, the tube attached to it not minding it as it kept working on it. The regular sucking sound was almost relaxing to hear with all the pleasure it was providing me.

I decided to amp it up a little. Walking back to the machine, I set the 'Suction' setting to two.

"Fuck!" I groaned. The tube started working considerably harder to suck the milk out. It'd get it soon enough at that rate. The noise grew a little louder, but the experience was so much better. My legs trembled, weak from the pleasure originating from my groin. Pent up as I was, I knew I wouldn't last for long.

"Oh, fuck..."

Letting my tongue lol out, I just leaned against the stall's bars, keeping my legs spread as the machine worked on my hard erection with all of its might. With my eyes closed, I sighed, relaxing and letting the pleasure wash over me. It was heavenly...

I went as far as thrusting into the air every now and then. The tube shook, stuck to my engorged member, but it kept milking it with the same rhythm, same strength. The pleasure... I could see my pre-cum dripping through the clear tube. With a paw, I reached down to my knot, but I went easy this time. As it grew bigger, it became even more sensitive and I wanted to enjoy all the sensations even as I drew closer to orgasm. I moaned out loud again, using a paw to support myself on the stall. I felt like melting from the pleasure alone...

And then, in a span of half a second, all of that changed.

A loud bang and a gust of air scared the living hell out of me as the large door of the stables was kicked open.

"WHO'S THERE?!" Asked the old wolf that barged in holding a shotgun.

I froze in place for a split second. I could hear the loud growling coming from Mr. Wilkers' throat as he stomped into the stables looking for an intruder. I was out of his immediate sight, but I swear I could see his ears twitching up when the sound of the active milking machine made him rush towards me...

All I could do was throw myself over the machine. My fingers scrambled for the button to turn it off while my other paw pulled at the tube over my cock, but hard and engorged as it was, it didn't come off as easily. The milking still continued, keeping my well hard and erect despite the high adrenaline going through my body. With a low curse, I gave up on pulling the tube, resorting to turning the fucking machine off first, but before I could...

"HANDS UP OR I FUCKIN' SHOOT!"

Knowing Mr. Wilkers well, my panicked self threw my hands up in the air the moment I detected the barrel of a gun pointed at me from my side. When I did, I looked up at Mr. Wilkers, he met my eyes, and only then I saw recognition going through his face, followed by surprise, and then his eyes went down...

...Just as I moaned and crossed my legs together. The milking tube was still going at full second level speed over my cock.

"What in all the HELLS!" the old wolf yelled. He didn't even put his gun down and, for a moment there, I thought he might just shoot me right there and then. The older wolf, still dressed in nothing but a ragged pair of pants I imagine he used for sleeping, kicked the stall open and stepped inside.

The surrounding animals got agitated and startled with all the yelling. Me? I don't think I could keep my ears from folding back over my head or my tail from curling between my legs no matter how much I wanted to.

"I- I can explain..." I muttered as Mr. Wilkers' stomped towards me with the heaviest frown I'd ever see him wear.

"Explain? I don't think there's a fuckin' thing that needs explanation here."

The older wolf finally lowered his gun, but the fact that he still held it kind of terrified me. I backed away from him and found my back hitting the wall behind me. The tube of the milking machine was pretty stretched, but mortified as I was, I reached down to it with both paws and grunted as I tried to at least tug it off my cock.

"What the actual fuck, Benjamin. We use this machine to get the milk out of the cows. I drink my FUCKIN' MORNING COFFEE with that milk!"

I lowered my head even further. Growing a little more desperate, I continued to tug and pull, trying to get the tube off my cock, but it gripped my engorged flesh tightly. The tube kept moving with the milker still working and if I tried to pull it out the wrong way, it hurt with it on. Finally giving up, I looked past Mr. Wilker at the machine with the off button.

"By the GODS! I know younglin's do stupid shit, I expect as much, but THIS? I'm gonna have to buy a fuckin' new machine after seeing this shit!"

I shook my head. "N-no! Mr. Wilkers, I'm sorry, I swear I'm gonna wash and n-"

"WASH IT?" the older wolf yelled, leaning in to growl right against my face. It was a low, deep and highly intimidating growl of the likes I'd never heard before. "You think I'm gonna keep DRINKIN' MY COFFEE MIXED IN WITH LIL' DROPS OF SOME WOLF'S SPUNK?"

All I could do was lower my head. The machine was killing me, though. I was getting the scolding of a lifetime and while it happened, the damn thing kept milking me. Up and down, up and down... that thing never stopped, never relented. I'd been close to cumming before and the machine wasn't helping. I opened my mouth to respond, but instead I had to close my eyes for a second when a moan came out of it instead. My legs felt weak, I felt close...

"For fuck's sake! You fuckin' PERVERT! You still gettin' off to this?!"

"N-no! I-" I stammered, extending my hand towards the machine. "I just need- o-ohh fuck..."

Damn that machine. Damn it. It worked my dick so nicely. The pleasure radiated through me. Another spurt of pre-cum was shot into the tube and, judging by the face Mr. Wilkers made, he might have seen it. Desperately, I tried to move past the bigger wolf towards the machine to end it once and for all, but the moment I did, Mr. Wilkers' slammed his paw against the wall to use his arm to block my passage. All I could do was look up at him.

"You know what I should do, Benjamin? I should just throw you out. Throw your fuckin' ass off outside the farm gates and shoot you if you ever dared step back in here. Yeah, that's what I should fuckin' do, throw you out as you are, naked, hard like a perv, all of it."

I felt my blood freeze in my veins at the mention of that. Mr. Wilkers might have seen my terrified expression because it brought a sinister smile out of him.

"But you know what? If I fuckin' did that, it'd be my loss. I'd have to throw this machine in the garbage myself, and then tomorrow I'd have no farmhand to do the heavy work for me. Tell me, Benjamin, is it fair that I fuckin' come out at loss because YOU turned out to be a lil' pervert?"

I stared up at Mr. Wilkers not knowing what to say. For a few seconds we just stood there, staring at each other's eyes. My terrified expression against his angry one. The milker on my cock made me stifle another moan.

It was sudden to me when Mr. Wilker's hand came to grab my neck and press me against the wall. It was a hard grab, not enough to keep me from breathing, but the way he slammed me against the wood was more than enough to rattle me to the core and draw a pathetic whimper out of me.

"IS IT FAIR?"

"N-no sir!!" I quickly answered, my arms grabbing his wrist while I squirmed to get out of his hold. He didn't waver it, though, and I didn't dare do more to push him off.

"No, it's not fuckin' fair!" he yelled right at my face. "This is why you're gonna keep workin' here and I'm gonna take the money out of your pay to buy a new fuckin' machine to milk the cows! Until then, you're fuckin' doing it by hand!"

I whimpered again, but nodded in agreement. Those things were expensive though... I was terrified, but even so... I couldn't help but moan again. Right at his face. The machine was working my cock so hard. I'd been close to cumming, but I felt like I could blow any second now with all that time in the milker.

The big wolf kept growling, clearly still angry. My moaning seemed to worsen it. Mr. Wilkers looked down at my cock enveloped by the tube working on it with disgust, then he glanced back at the machine.

"You know what? I don't fuckin' think that's enough, though. How'm I supposed to know you're not gonna be sticking your fuckin' dick into my new machine once I get a new one?"

I quickly shook my head. "I- I won't! I swear!"

His grab on my neck tightened. "Shut it! As if I would fuckin' believe you again!"

The wolf's eyes trailed in other directions, then they looked down at me, meeting my eyes as I struggled to cope with both pleasure and fear. ...And then he smiled.

"Ya know what? I think you oughta get some punishment. Make fuckin' sure you learn."

I just stared up at him. What did that even mean? I glanced at the gun he still held in confusion. He wouldn't shoot me. Mr. Wilkers was harsh and old-fashioned, but I couldn't see him doing that. Would he beat me up? I thought maybe he might...

I was very wrong, however.

The wolf threw me to the side. When he did, I fell over and the tube over my cock almost made the milking machine fall over as it pulled at it. It was stuck fast to my dick, however, to the point where it still didn't come off even as I fell down coughing and rubbing my neck. If anything, the milking tube just kept working, milking my dick and making my groans of pain quickly become moans of pleasure again. If I weren't at the worst, most embarrassing moment of my life, I'd probably give in to the urge to grab my knot and squeeze it to cum into the tube as I was almost ready to do.

Distracted by the damned milking, I missed what Mr. Wilkers was doing until he came back to grab me by the arm. The larger wolf forced me to stand up, then yanked my arm behind my back so hard that I grunted in pain.

I whined from the pain, but Mr. Wilkers simply growled right against my ear as he held my arm behind my back. That was enough to keep me submissive for a moment, but then I felt him wrapping something around my wrist.

By the time I realized it was rope, he had my other arm behind my back as well. My heart went right back to racing when the older wolf expertly pulled at the rope to make sure the knot he had made was tight. A little too tight. The rope kept both my wrists firmly behind my back. The first thing I did was tug and pull, but the ropework was good. I wasn't getting out of that.

"What the fuck!" I cursed, confused. It was my turn to do so. Mr. Wilkers forcefully turned me around to face him and looking up at that growling face showing so many teeth that my urge to demand to know why the hell he had just tied me up diminished.

I got even more surprised when Mr. Wilkers hand came down to simply grab at the tube around my cock. I could feel the firmness of his hold even as it continued to milk me. For a moment I thought he was just going to rip the thing out of my dick. I braced myself for how much that'd probably hurt, gasping and holding my breath... but he did no such thing. The wolf kept a firm grip on it as it continued to work on my cock.

"You want this thing to milk you, huh? You fuckin' perv."

I opened my mouth to answer, but then I felt him pushing the tube against my cock instead of pulling it.

The tube had gotten tugged out ever so slightly by my pulling and all the rustling around, but with a hard push, Mr. Wilkers pushed the milking tube all the way to the base of my cock again. The milking grew a little more intense with all of my cock in the tube again, making me groan in pleasure no matter how uncomfortable it was.

The wolf, however, didn't quite stop there.

He continued to push the tube against me, making me gasp as it met the larger bulb of my knot but didn't make it past there with ease. It started becoming uncomfortable, how the tube's entrance pushed against my knot, so I took a step back, then another... and then I felt the wall behind my back again.

And yet Mr. Wilkers didn't stop.

"O-ow! What are you-" I asked, or tried to. Mr. Wilkers gave me a warning snarl. He kept pushing the tube against me, forcing it against my knot.

"You want this, don't ya? Well, if you fuckin' want it, then you're gonna have it. I'm throwin' this thing in the trash later anyway. If you're gonna do this, might as well go all the way, huh?"

What was he talking about?! I grunted with discomfort as he kept pushing the tube against my cock. It continued to work me over, my orgasm drawing near. My grunts of discomfort mixed in with my moans.

Then Mr. Wilkers' other hand came to join in the first to put more strength into the pushing.

It took me a little while to understand what he was trying to do. It was only when I looked down and saw my knot starting to yield to the tube that I realized it.

He was trying to make me knot it.

"It w- fuuuck... it won't fit!" I yelled, suddenly trying to get away. Mr. Wilkers stopped me though, yanking the tube harder and pressing himself against me as well.

"Oh, trust me, I've stuck my knot into tighter things when I was young. Nothin' this messed up, though."

The older wolf pushed again. I grunted, but I felt the milking from the tube rubbing at the top of my knot as it started to get into the tube. That little tease alone made my legs grow weak again as I moaned out loud.

"If you're gonna do this. You're gonna go all. The fucking. WAY."

With each word, Mr. Wilkers pushed the tube against my dick harder. In the final one, he finally succeeded.

I moaned out loud as my knot finally made it past the tube's narrower rim.

It was very tight in there. The milking couldn't quite get to my knot properly, but I could feel it. I could feel it all over my cock, caressing my knot. When I looked down, I could see my red, pulsing cock crammed in the clear tube, the thing pressed against my sheath as it worked me over.

When Mr. Wilkers backed away, I didn't even have the strength to do anything. I simply let myself fall forward to my knees, moaning. My hands were still tied behind my back, but I didn't need them anymore. It was inevitable, in fact, what was coming...

"F-fuuuuuuuuckk...!" I almost yelled as my climax finally overcame me. My cock throbbed inside the tube, which didn't stop working for a second even as strong jets of wolf cum were shot down the tube. Always with the same rhythm and speed, the machine kept working over my cock as that burst of pleasure from my orgasm washed over me. It milked my cock, quite literally, getting every drop of sticky cum from me.

The tube felt even tighter to the point of being a little uncomfortable as my knot grew more engorged for the tie. At the moment I didn't even think of it, there was only the pleasure of the milker working my cock over as I came, but as my orgasm started subsiding, my panting became soft grunts.

My knot, my entire cock grew more sensitive after my orgasm, but the milking still didn't stop. It made me squirm and gasp as the machine kept working on my cock, up and down, as it throbbed in sensitivity. More spasms of cum were shot into the machine, but it was nearly nothing compared to my orgasm.

Still, my engorged knot thinking I had tied to something kept my dick fully hard, and the machine kept working it. Working and working and working...

"F-fuck... ow... ahh... fuck! Turn it off!"

Trembling, I forced myself to get up from my kneeling position. It was hard without my arms, but I was a fit wolf. When I did it, I rushed towards the milking machine, only to get yanked back and stopped still a fair distance from the machine sitting there. It was only then that I looked back to realize that Mr. Wilkers had tied the rope keeping my wrists behind my back to the stall's beams. Several times over with a plethora of knots.

"What the-!"

"You fuckin' wanted this, didn't you? Well, maybe this'll teach you. After tonight, you're never gonna wanna get near one of these again, Benjamin."

I squirmed with discomfort as the milking machine continued to work on my oversensitive dick. It remained hard; the milking becoming very uncomfortable, yet there were still hints of pleasure there. It worked my dick so much that I could feel the hints of orgasm drawing near again despite the fact that I had shot my load only a few minutes ago.

Mr. Wilkers calmly approached the milking machine. When he put his paw over the dials, I smiled thinking he'd turn it off, but instead...

"AAAahhh! FUCK!"

With the speed set to 3, the machine working over my cock became that much faster. My eyes went wide when Mr. Wilkers' paw went to the other dial... and turned the suction up to 3 as well.

I fell down to my knees all over again. Gasping, the relentless machine worked my dick over and over. With it having access to both my length and knot it was a matter of a minute or two before I gasping and writhing as my cock started to spasm, shooting a second load into the machine that was barely noticeable if not from the forced, overwhelming pleasure my body inflicted upon me.

Through it all, Mr. Wilkers just watched. The older wolf shook his head and my second orgasm became oversensitivity as well. At first it became more intense, causing my knees to wobble, and then it got worse. It felt like tingling bolts of electricity were shooting up from the milker, into my cock, and up into my belly. I yanked at the bindings, trying to escape, and I could feel myself tearing up. The machine working on my cock didn't relent in the slightest.

But then at least it slowed down. I looked up to see that Mr. Wilkers had turned both settings down to 2.

It was still uncomfortable, but not nearly as much. It was enough to make me groan on the ground. My hips reflexively tried to pull away, but with my knot engorged inside the tube there was absolutely no way it was coming off of it until it deflated. And there was no way it'd deflate until the machine stopped stimulating it.

I looked up at Mr. Wilkers with every intent of begging him to do just that, but when I raised my eyes, he was no longer standing next to the machine. Panicking, I looked around to see him closing the stall already outside of it.

"We'll see if in a few hours you'll still be so inclined to stick your dick into that thing," the older wolf said, much to my despair.

"WHAT?!" I asked, but he just took his gun and started walking out. "WAIT! Mr. Wilkers, you can't- F-fuck, I'm sorry! Wait!"

Deep down, I knew it would not work. That old bastard of a wolf was a strict fucker, but this?! Panicking, I looked at the machine, working right there in front of me yet out of my reach. He had left both options at two, which was mild but still very intense! I groaned as the machine working my dick made me feel a forced jolt of pleasure again.

Desperately, I attempted to stand up. I pulled against the rope, trying to reach the machine so I could press the stop button, no matter how much I bent or stretched, it was way out of my reach.

It was around there that the machine had me moaning out loud as it milked a third very uncomfortable orgasm out of me. I was shooting blank by then, my balls pretty much drained, yet my cock kept spasming and the machine kept working, forcing pleasure upon me.

Panting, I did my best to blindly try to undo the knots keeping the rope tied to my wrists stuck to the wooden beams. There were many of them, though, and the rope was thick as fuck. Even using my claws, tugging every little bit of them free took a monumental amount of effort, dampened by the fact that the machine kept milking my dick.

Over and over and over again. My fourth orgasm felt hellish. By the fifth, my knot felt so sensitive that I'd do anything to get out of that damned machine!

Mr. Wilkers was a lot of things, but the damn wolf was a man of his word. The hours passed by and he didn't return, but by the time he finally did?

...

...

...

I was a complete mess. At that point? I never wanted to even touch my dick ever again. The rest... you can imagine.

Well... let's just say that, even when the new milking machine came long after that night, I still continued to milk the cows by hand so I wouldn't have to get near it.