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His Milking Moriarty for LaFontaine by Draconicon

Special Investigator Corporal "Bent" Steele was having a rather bad day.

Of course, he hadn't expected it to. Special Investigator Steele had, after all, enjoyed a good donut, spent a nice morning at the station, and had even managed to get the last cup of coffee before some schmuck had to go and get more. All of these had pointed to the day being good.

Then the chief had decided that he needed to follow up on the Case of the Missing Jocks, which, despite sounding like a case of missing laundry, was quite a bit more important. Special Investigator Corporal Steele kept himself from feeling bent out of shape about it, but he knew it was the first sign of it being one of those bad days. But not yet a rather bad day. He still had hopes for it turning out alright in the end, and even picked out a lucky donut for his trip.

Of course, then he met the unpleasant farmer, found himself on the run from the crazy tractor driver, and even had to outrun the local moose. Each adventure was more depressing than the last, leading to a rather bedraggled and exhausted Corporal Steele making his way to the barn at the end of the property.

That was, of course, when his day turned from bad to rather bad. A great distinction, which he would have appreciated much more if he hadn't been knocked unconscious at the moment of such distinction.

When he woke up, the wolf corporal was tied up, his arms above his head, his feet spread out to the sides of a barn-stall and chained up, and his tail tugged up to a new collar that he was wearing. Steele glanced down at himself, and only barely arched an eyebrow at the lack of clothing.

"Hmm. Must be a Wednesday." He shook his head. "No, no, that was in college. We don't do that anymore."

"Ah, a college boy. Where'd you go? I went to the University of - AH! - Ottowa, myself."

"Why, the university of - Good lord!"

The wolf stopped and stared at the horse in the stall across from him. A black colored stallion, he was nearly a foot taller than Steele was, and he was seriously muscled. More than that, he was just as naked as the wolf was, and he was attached to a machine that looked more like the pumps attached to a cow's udder than anything else. Except instead of having an udder being milked, it was a single tube wrapped around his cock. Steele stared at him for a moment, and then looked him in the eyes again.

"Are you aware of how many days of class you missed?"

"What - AH!" The horse jerked a bit as the machine seemed to suck particularly hard, then continued as if nothing had happened. "What are you talking about? I'm a milking boy."

"You are a kidnapped student, and -"

More moans caught the wolf's attention, and he looked around him. As he looked into the various stalls, he gradually came to the conclusion that the entire barn was filled with the kidnapped jocks that the police had been looking for. They were all naked, and they were all tied up very similarly to him. Their arms rested in chains that reached up to hooks in the barn ceiling, and - those that he could see from the front - had their legs spread almost all the way to the edge of the stalls. Some had dildo machines behind them, but all of them were attached to some form of milking pump.

The wolf stood up as straight as he could. Now that he'd found the kidnapped jocks, he had to get back to headquarters. He had no idea who the culprit was, but -

"Ah, Corporal Steele."

"Marshall MacEachern!"

"Steele!"

"MacEachern!"

The wolf glared down at the entrance of the barn, where a muscled boar stood. His smirk looked all the more sinister with his broken tusk, and the corporal wolf's glare intensified as his long-time rival walked down the center aisle.

"What a surprise to have you come knocking at my door. Oh, wait, no it wasn't. You RCMP folk are so predictable."

"You won't get away with this!"

"Oh, but I will! I've already gotten the best seed producers in the country, and soon, I'll have enough money to start facilities like this all over the world!"

"You fiend! I won't allow it!"

"You can't do anything to stop me. Not when you're just a milking boy yourself!"

The boar snapped his fingers, and out of nowhere, several thugs came out. The wolf glared at them, pulling back against his chains. If he'd had just one hand free, they would have been out cold, napping on the floor from his fist.

Instead, he was pushed forward, big piggy fingers pressing at his ass to shove his bare crotch towards the boarish businessman. Marshall MacEachern chuckled as he stepped forward, holding one of those same milking tubes as was on each of the other kidnapped jocks, and Corporal Steele stared at it in not-so-hidden horror.

"You will become the prize of my collection, Corporal Steele. And with you out of the way, there will be no one who can stop me!"

"The entire RCMP will be after you! I won't be the only one."

"They are nothing."

The boar stepped forward, and the tube slid over the wolf's cock. Immediately, Corporal Steele felt an immense suction against his shaft, and he gasped as he was sucked right into the tube. It slapped down against his crotch, and the constant suction left him grunting almost like the pigs around him. He hated it, and he clamped his jaw down tight, trying to ignore it.

Of course, Marshall MacEachern wasn't going to make it that easy on him. The wolf blushed as the big boar reached around him, and at the first touch of the boar's fingers under his tail, Corporal Steele felt his cock twitch, throbbing inside of the tube.

"You were always the only one that could stop me. We've matched minds again and again; do you really think that your incompetent supervisors could ever get ahead of me? Even you can barely keep up, at the best of times. The rest of them are nothing. Nothing!"

Steele panted as he was pushed back and forth, his hips starting to thrust towards the tube. It didn't help that the boar was sliding a finger inside of him, too, filling him up from behind in a way that he'd never felt before. His cock throbbed harder and harder as the suction from the tube increased, bouncing along his cock like some sort of wild thing from his college days.

He realized he was starting to hang from the chains above, and he forced himself to stand up straight again. It was barely enough, as his legs started shaking almost immediately from the hard sucking tube on his cock. He panted, feeling his first orgasm coming quickly. Marshall MacEachern's constant chuckling wasn't helping, either, but it was too much for him to fight against. If he had just one hand free, he could -

"Ahhhh!"

Corporal Steele moaned in humiliation as he was forced to cum, his ass clenching down on the boar's finger as he spurted his load down the tube. He could just see his cum flying down the plastic part of it, going out of sight. Several other men came as well, spurting their loads down the plastic lines.

"Where...what is this all about?"

He looked over his shoulder at the boar, biting his lip as the tube continued to suck on him, continued to tease him.

"How can you -"

"Ha! Profit, Corporal, profit. You boys are the best of your generation. Sports stars, military heroes, super investigators like you; you are worth your weight in gold, and with all that I harvest, I'll be able to sell it for millions! Millions, I say!"

"Taking away our choice! How can you do such a thing, you monster!"

"Because I can!"

The boar grinned, and the wolf bit his lip to keep from making a sound as the villain's thick finger slipped out of his hole. There was a slight squelching sound as it came free, and the boar pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his finger off on.

"Boys, make sure that the dildo machine is set up properly. We're going to make sure that Corporal Steele here is well trained to be a good milking boy, by the time that we move him off to the main facility."

"The main facility?"

"Did you think this was all? We've gone all across Canada, Steele; this is just the local plant. When you're properly trained, you'll join all the other milking boys, and be a good little cum cow for me. See you later, my little stud. Mwahahahahaha!"

The boar walked away, laughing at the top of his lungs loud enough to drown out the moans that were coming from all the kidnapped men. Shamefully, Corporal Steele's moans were among them as the pain from his oversensitivity started to go down, and his pleasure began to rise again. The relentless suction and stroking from the tube was driving him crazy, and he had to work to stand up straight. Even with the help of the pigs -

The pigs. He looked at them.

"Please, you have to know what you're doing. Your boss is a madman! He'll destroy the lives of everyone here!"

"Quiet, milking boy! You're just one of the boss' toys now. Don't even think about trying to escape."

"But -"

"Yeah, shut up!"

The wolf shook his head. How could such blatant disregard for others still exist? This was evil! And he had to -

He yelped as he felt something hard, much harder than the boar's fingers, press under his tail. He whipped his head around, but all he could see was the end of a metal piston. One of the pigs squealed and laughed, then pressed a button.

The wolf howled at the top of his lungs as he was abruptly penetrated by the machine, a thick plastic phallus driving deep into his ass, filling him all the way up before pulling all the way out, only to do it again and again. Corporal Steele could feel it ramming against that little pleasure button in him that the boar had found, and he groaned as he felt his next orgasm already on the rise.

The final humiliation came with a pair of headphones placed on his head, repeating the same phrase over and over again.

"I am a good milk boy. I am a good milk boy. I am a good milk boy."

It kept saying it over and over again, and he finally realized what the horse was talking about. They were hypnotizing everyone! No wonder they all had submitted to this, why were they all moaning happily as they were milked. He had to resist.

But could he? Could he outlast the sinister Marshall and his masturbating milking machines? Could he hold together against the taunting, tempting words?

TO BE CONTINUED!

...Maybe The End