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It started as just way to get some quick cash, but I' not sure anymore.

I signed all the forms they wanted, answered boring question after boring question they asked, and didn't struggle as they sat me down in a chair in an otherwise empty room. I could hardly tell I was sitting on a chair because of how comfortable it was, like I was weight-less. Then they left me tied down to the chair, no doubt intentionally leaving me clueless as to how long they would be leaving me here, arms and legs bound in the bonds that were just as comfortable as the rest of the chair.

It seemed far from harmless when it started, a loud buzzing, whirring machine noise from beneath the chair startled me. It was followed be several smarting bee-stings on my back against the chair before I could feel the needles sliding at least an inch deep into me. Whatever they were injecting me with was cold and fast-moving, and I remember just how strange it was that I could feel the cold worm its way through my body's veins and arteries. Shortly after the chill swept all of my body, I was sweating and panting with my tongue hanging out of the side of my muzzle and erotic thoughts phased in my head. Last night as I pounded my boyfriend until my seed was planted deep in him, only now I couldn't remember how much my load actually was, just the sensation of more and more semen gushing from my dick and coating everything as it dripped down our legs and mattress. The time I had the orgy for my 21st birthday in college, now seeming like I had used my jizz to make a hot tub for everyone to play in and drink from.

I would have been surprised to not see my hard canine cock swaying under its own weight in the lab's air conditioning, pre already flowing steadily from my tip. But what did surprise me was the prehensile tentacle of what looked like black surgical tubing shoot up and touch my dick. It squirmed around and was soon covered in my pre, perhaps unintentionally as the tip of it kept pressing at my cock expecting entrance. Whatever they had given me was preventing me from feeling panic as I realized what was about to happen.

The tube finally found its mark at the tip of my cock and plunged deep into unstretched depths, and I threw my head back as much as the comfortably restrictive chair would allow and howled in a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure that only intensified when I could feel the end of the tubing swell to what felt like double its previous size around the area of my knot. I had never felt anything like what the machine-controlled tube did to my prick, and with every pump of blood that coursed through my cock my nerves rang of pleasure, although the tube no longer moved. I panted hard and long while my cock adjusted to the mass that invaded my urethra, but I barely had time for that before I felt something smooth and lubed press under my tail.

It felt like a smooth cigar shape, but it was thick. It spread my ass wide with just the first inch and the second was near painful, but luckily it soon got as wide as it would get. I sighed as it slowed to a gentle pressure, but it did not stop. I couldn't say how deep it really was, but I could feel my belly bulging outwards. I was exhausted already. A nice 30 minute coffee break would be nice, regardless of what they actually claimed the creamer was made out of. I could have fallen asleep if my cock wasn't stiff as a board and begging for a release. The machine was obviously not programmed to cater to my needs, only to get results. After mere moments it pulled itself all the way out, much to my relief, and quickly re-entered faster than the first time, with a fresh coat of lubricant. It repeated this at least seven times before it didn't pull all the way out but left the tip in and thrusted back what felt like 12 inches or more.

The pleasure was unfathomable. The lubricant or maybe whatever they injected me with made my tailhole tingle pleasantly while it was ravaged, and I had no doubt my pre would have left a puddle on the floor if the black tube wasn't buried deep in my cock to collect it. There was no way I could last through these sensations for any amount of time. I screamed as my climax hit. I swear I could feel the sperm flooding out of my balls and up my cock, more than ever before. I could hear the tubing sucking it away with a lewd pumping sound, completely unaffected by the way my cock shuttered and twitched around. The long thick phallic machine in my ass kept stroking my sensitive gland with it's long thrusts. Every part of this 'chair' I was it in was dead set on squeezing every drop of my cum from my balls in every way it saw fit.

And the best part? My orgasm didn't stop. I felt every muscle continue spasming and trying with every watt of energy to empty every drop of seed I had to fertilize whatever it could get it to in it's blind, instinct-driven fashion. My breathes were ragged and choppy as my paws held the chair's armrests in a deathgrip. My tail flicked around in the air as high as it could to get the machine's pistoning phallus deeper into me. My ears had folded back against my skull as my whole body soon began to shake every time my cock forced out another load of semen. All of the pleasure made my head feel fuzzy and light, swimming in the laboratory light and trying desperately to hold on while I had the ride of my life. I wasn't sure how long I could go on like this, and thankfully it eventually ended, although long after I lost any sense of how much time had past.

I slumped in the comfy chair, limbs and tail limp as me in a straight stripper club. The machine slowed as my lungs fought with long rattling breathes to get some air back in. I was so exhausted I probably could even stand if I was forced to. The gently hum of the chairs moving parts soon stilled as the air conditioner kicked back on again, blowing a relaxing breeze across my rag-doll-like body.

"Pre-milking phase complete, analyzing data and making preparations for full milking. Estamated time needed until next phase: 10 minutes. Move subject to 'stables' and prepare feeding tube for next meal in 3 hours." A man said from the intercom and got a few murmured replies from his colleges before he switched of the intercom.

Apparently I was merely being told this because of one of the clauses in the contract. The chair began more whirring and vibrating, phallus still holding it's tip in my tailhole and the black tube just as deep in my cock. It felt like the chair was being moved on a track and out a door I hadn't seen when I entered the room. Where ever I was being taken to was just as brightly lit, but as I looked around there were a dozen more guys in chairs like me with a clearing down the middle of the room so someone could walk down the row. I wasn't really paying attention to them, but the memories their moans and cries of sheer joy still make me hard today. My chair locked into place and a wolf in a white lab coat appeared next to me, he might have just walked in without my noticing or he may have just materialized out of the air, my afterglow was still making me feel pleasantly fuzzy in the head.

"Welcome to Milking Stable 159-25864-qau, I am Johnny and I'll be you're operator for this week. I see this is your first time, so we'll start of with the low settings for now. Your injection seems to be going along fine and you body reacting just as intended, so we're ready to begin now. Now In just a moment you'll be ejaculating continuously again..." He said while playing with a panel behind my chair. "And I'll see you around dinnertime. I hope you like lasagna!"