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The YSF Bachelor Auction had been an even bigger event than anyone had expected. Plenty of eligible males of all shapes and sizes had shown up in bow ties and collars, and bidding ran high among the varied crowd. There were wide-eyed leggy fems whose cheering hit an even higher pitch when they found that their purchase preferred other guys; artists and writers who lusted for inspiration and commission-seekers; and, as always, the immodest group who wanted everyone else to know of their presence at any cost.

Finally, once the cantankerous DJ whom nobody hired was bounced out of the auditorium, Inuk could take the stage. While most Huskies were lean and shaggy, Inuk was built for strength and had somewhat shorter fur than most other Canines. His coat of whites and greys helped show off his broad shoulders and powerful thighs, products of his switch from running to weightlifting. Between his massive physique and how he thought of himself as fun and friendly all the time, he was certain to fetch a high price and curl up next to the most beautiful of the bidders.

The huge Husky stomped his way on to the stage and tore off the jeans he brought with him, showing off his musculature in a bright blue thong. Flexing and posing, flashing his carefully brushed teeth, he let himself fill out the lyrca pouch with thoughts of the lucky young bidder who'd take him home, and what she'd want with him. The announcers pointed out his musical tastes and his love of heavy petting, and the bidding began!

Enticing a crowd by showing himself off, Inuk was as happy as could be. One big paw ran up his tight abs and under his pecs, while the other brushed through his happily wagging tail; the bidding jumped higher. Slowly, seductively, making sure to show off the bulk of his arms, he slid those paws under the side straps of his thong, on the verge of stripping it off while on stage. Howling and catcalls went out, drowning out any other numerical cries - were those bids, he thought to himself, or were they guessing how big he'd get when hard?

Must've been the latter, he grinned, since soon after he was pointed to the winning bidder. He hadn't heard her name, but he could see that he got just who he wanted: she was a tall, toned and sexy Mare in a figure-hugging dress the same dark red as her braided mane. Her dark grey coat gave her the look of a living statue of smooth stone... His tongue practically hung out as he was led over to her. He knew she'd be getting her money's worth tonight.

He started to put on the change of clothes the staff member gave back to him - after thanking them again for letting him tear his pants off like that - but the Mare just shook her head, smiled faintly at him, and took him by the arm. He asked her if she wanted to show him off that way, but he got drowned out by the laughter of the crowd as the hyper-hung Bovine tripped on his way to the stage.

The statuesque Mare led him out of the auditorium and into the hall, where a slender white-furred Lapine girl waited. From his first glance up and down her toned body, she looked nude! Inuk couldn't keep his tongue in his mouth as she sized him up, slowly licking her lips and bringing those wide, yet firm-looking hips back and forth... He suddenly wanted her to turn around so he could see her tail.

"-the look you're going for, Mistress. He's awfully big for it, and I don't even think we brought anything his size!" His tongue snapped back into his mouth when he realized she was talking to the Mare; and the Bunny girl wasn't nude at all, but was wearing a tight white sports bra and stretch pants! The seductive truth behind her apparent nakedness made his lust burn even hotter.

"I'm sure we'll find something for him. They were very helpful setting up all the equipment." The two beautiful females led him into one of the spare rehearsal rooms, smiling at each other all the while. Only one light was on, shining on a squat desk at the front of the room; instrument cases were piled in the back, but in what light the rest of the room had, he could see another sort of desk, some light metal frame, and an open suitcase full of mysterious outfits.

The subtext of all this was lost on the large Husky, because his focus was more drawn to the scent of the room. It smelled as if his bidder and her Bunny girl had been in here, along with whomever helped them set up the stuff. ...An Otter? A Ferret? It didn't matter to him, since the Lapine scent was stronger, more seductive, emanating from the stuff he couldn't see clearly. She must've had some fun in here while she was waiting-

Then it hit him! He was so busy enjoying the Bunny girl's figure, he hadn't noticed her collar! That last event they'd held here was a fetish fair! He'd been bought by a pair of lezzie bondage babes! His mouth opened wide at the thought; maybe after he gave them their first tastes of cock and spooge, he could turn them straight!

"...Wait, did I say that, or did I just think it?" The laugh from the Rabbit and the glare from the Horse were all he needed.

"You were never described as presumptuous, chauvinistic, and impolite," the Mare chided. "So I hadn't known I was buying a trophy male. Sit down!" Her tone wasn't condescending or angry, just... stern, with a dusting of disappointment. He hadn't heard a voice like that in years, but just the same it brought back painful memories of a shy Puppy who'd done something wrong. Ears and tail drooping, the huge, muscular Husky found himself being led around in shame.

"Mistress, I don't know if we can trust the big Dog," the Rabbit gulped. "I'd feel safer if he couldn't give us that big, sloppy three-way he wanted. I don't wanna be straight!" Inuk looked up to see the Bunny girl sounding fearful but looking as seductive as she always did, but holding a rope. He started to stand up, to open his mouth and tell them he wasn't some big dumb brute, but the Mare held up a finger to silence the others.

"Now now, Muffin," she addressed the Rabbit, "I trust this Dog more than you do to keep his sex organs to himself; after all, I paid for a helpful, faithful male, not a whore or a bodyguard. Nevertheless..." She looked him up and down, smiling thoughtfully while coiling the proffered rope in her hands. "You must still be restrained, for poor, pitiable Muffin's sake." She started folding the rope, looking down. Inuk followed her gaze to what he thought was the second desk, but was really some sort of portable metal cushioned dais with D-rings attached to the sides.

"Hey, don't you have to keep everything nice and safe and consensual? I'm not really sure I'd want in on this, I mean, unless you want me to pull you around on a sled or a rickshaw. I could do that, maybe..." Now that his night vision improved, he could see some of those costumes in that suitcase they'd left open. Overly-feminine stuff that was too big for either of the femmes, and pink wigs that made him gulp at his masculinity. Fortunately no fetish nurse outfits, but still there was nothing in there he'd willingly let them put on him.

"Hmm..." The dark Mare thought to herself, smiling wryly before speaking. "Originally, we had planned to buy a large, strapping male to dress up and parade around the town, but you had your heart set on showing off your masculinity... What if we made an agreement, Inuk? You grant us just a little over an hour to help you show yourself off, and a week from now, we can return and help you surpass tonight's display in a way you would enjoy. Is that fair enough for you?"

He nodded slowly, feeling vaguely flattered, but still worried. "I guess, just no whips or pointy things, okay?"

"I rarely need any of those. Now strip and get on all fours, so you can show us that tool you're so proud to have. Muffin, help us get in the mood. I've got just the thing for him..."

She'd been so stern before, but sounded so inviting now. Even more inviting to the big Husky was sight of Muffin slipping out of her stretch pants. She turned to wiggle that fluffy tail atop those wide, firm hips, letting him see her soft fur exposed for real, but she had a pair of lacy thong panties underneath! Even the fact that she had further to strip by itself made him lose control over his tongue: it fell from his wide-open mouth as his maleness grew hard enough to push the blue pouch away from him. He couldn't help it any longer: slipping the thong away from him, he got to his knees and stretched out, presenting himself in that muscle-flexing way that had driven so many femmes -and even some males - wild with lust. He even made sure to flex his cock as if he was curling a finger in invitation, but still Muffin stayed put, trying to match him in lustful eroticism.

Smiling as if she was in on a joke he wasn't, she reached for her top and - with an intentional lack of speed - pulled it up and off, tossing it at the foot of the dais. Her breasts were beautiful, but he wouldn't call them big, not like the Mare's. Those nipples stuck out, all perky and inviting, almost begging for him to run his tongue over them and his spire between them. Running her paws down from them to her panties, she picked up the side straps - and stopped. "Mistress," she asked politely, "have the big Dog's legs been secured?"

A puff of warm breath hit the back of his neck, and the smooth feel of rope around his legs suddenly came to his attention. "Put your palms down, now. Just watch her and relax. A big, virile Dog with the attention of two beautiful femmes... Every male out there would envy the position you're in now..."

"Please, Inuk... A tied-up male, flexing and straining against his bonds just turns me on so much- Oh yes..." As her now-dripping panties were slipped off to reveal the tight little femsex, obviously full of arousal, he couldn't do anything else but fall to all fours. With confidence and speed, the long rope passed around his arms, through the rings, around and back again to tether him to the dais, tied down in a stance of worship. Just for good measure, and to really let his predicament sink in, she brought the rest of the rope around his chest and shoulders, looping the last bit down past his back and under his tail to keep it held up. When the last knot was tied, she stood back to admire her handiwork on the transfixed Husky: someone so strong, who fancied himself heroic, now helpless with his desires just barely out of reach. She turned to see her tasty teasing Lapine exposing her clit and gasping with desire, just an inch away from his outstretched tongue. Once again, the thought crossed her mind to free the girl from the restrictions she'd placed on herself long ago; her curiosity would be sated, and she'd been so faithful in every aspect of their lives...

Instead, she smiled back at her delicious Muffin's expectant glance and sweetly said, "Now that he's ready, prepare the machine."

"The wha-" Inuk spoke up again, but was interrupted by an addition of "That tongue hanging out of your mouth is unbecoming; you'll need a chew toy instead."

The Husky turned his head to see what was going to happen to him: Muffin wheeled up a big black box on a stand with a metal pole sticking out of it; with a smirk, she stuck a bulbous-ended black dildo on its end, and began to lubricate it with a bottle and her paws.

"You'll show off your maleness all right," she grinned. "We'll get to show you how girls can get off without a mighty penis around, and you'll get to show us how much spooge you can spill!" She'd aimed the lubed-up toy right under his tail, and picked up some clear plastic thing from underneath the box. "But Mistress doesn't want you to cum, so you'll need this!" She held the thing up proudly, wiping her slick right paw against the base of the cylinder and the end of the thin hose inside it; the hose reached almost to the open base, while the other end ran out attached with a connecting stopper to an airtight bottle. At the base of the thing sat a small, squeezable air pump. "Three slow pumps, and it'll stay on by itself! If you don't mind taking it up the rear, this thing's gonna milk you like a lactating mother!"

"Well, it won't this way! Are you two just gonna insult me the whole time?" He felt his erection shrink a bit as his lust was tinged with suspicion. The Mare just came clopping back, firm orange bone-shaped bit gag in hand, and gave him an overly hurt look.

"Don't rush us and don't whine. Now be a good Dog and put that tongue in your mouth." She decided to be more forceful than planned in putting the gag in his mouth, giving him another glare of disapproval. As presumptuous as he was, he still needed some positive reinforcement. "As you just heard, the purpose of the cream extractor is to drain the semen from a male until he's left empty. To make sure you spend every last drop without a climax, you'll only feel its lowest setting." She ran a finger up and under his chin as she explained, allowing herself a touch of the sex she'd forbidden herself. "You just get to relax and watch us feel the pleasure you won't. In an hour or so, you'll get to see just how much of a man you are by how much you can produce. Now, will you go through with your half of our bargain, or do we have to let you out, dress you again, and send you home with the night wasted for all of us?"

Inuk glared, trying to use that room he'd readied in his psyche for anger: to most furs he'd known, being prevented from having a climax while blowing their entire load was the worst torture of all! But for some reason, the anger he'd called for just came up as more lust instead. Maybe it was the Lapine - and now Equine - scent in the room, or the fact that they'd have lesbian sex in front of him for him to watch, but he was getting harder again, and everyone in the room could see that. Once Muffin went back into that coy tone of voice to say, "Oh, Mistress, he's so big, and they look so full," his resistance vanished out from under him, leaving his head to hang in a shameful nod.

The Equine domme clapped her hands together with joy. "He concedes! Muffin, get him ready. Poundcake? Look up here..."

The Canine looked back up just in time to see the lightly muscled Mare's dress hit the floor. Underneath, she only had a dark red open bustier and garter belt, clips attached to the frilly bands around both thighs. She still wore her elbow-length gloves, the same deep red as her mane and other coverings, but nothing else. Stretching out, showing off her smooth, lithe muscle tone, she ran her hands up and down her legs to arouse herself further.

Suddenly, he felt something uncomfortable, something poking against his urethra. Muffin cooed from behind him, "Mm, I've got a powerful, beautiful Mistress who gets men throbbing hard..." as she slipped the thin hose down his slit and fitted its cylinder around the Canine's cock. He shuddered at the new sensation of being urethrally violated, but as the tube pushed further in, it began to feel good. By the time he felt his knot touch the sides and the base of the extractor press against his pubic fur, he didn't mind any more. In three slow pumps, the air was pulled out of the cylinder, securing it snugly against him. The light weight around his rock-hard Canine flesh and the tube that had ironically penetrated it felt oddly comforting, somehow. Between it and the sight of those dark, strong Equine hips as she leaned over to pick up another, shorter coil of rope, Inuk - or whatever she was calling him now - couldn't help but relax and enjoy all the attention he was getting in his weird new situation.

"He's ready, Mistress! Should I crank it up on him?"

"No, Muffin; come here instead, and give the controls to me." While her pet threw a towel over the desk, the powerful Mare picked up another coil of rope and looped it around one of the desk's legs; then around one of her pet's legs; then the Lapine was brought on to the desk and had the other leg bound, forcing them apart. She fell forward to grab the edge of the desk with her hands, and let out a soft gasp at the touch of her Mistress. A hoof was presented, and she gave it a reverent kiss; the other one; the back of her hand; her expertly-brushed tail; each one was kissed gently, until her face was brought toward her Mare's bountiful breasts. Softly, carefully, she ran her nose in circles around it, as her Mistress loved, before taking the nipple into her mouth and nursing it as if she was coaxing a flow of fresh milk. With a lustful whinny, they turned to one side to give the male a better view: even with the toy in his mouth, he couldn't help but pant at the display, so focused on their suckling that he didn't notice the press of the dial in the Equine's hand.

The once-gentle press against his rump began to grow as the piston slid forward. He let out a grunt, to get the attention of the femmes, but the Mare just turned, pushed her pet's mouth against her other breast, and groaned out, "Take it, Poundcake!"

His muscular rump couldn't even stall the machine or its lubricated toy. He could only bite down on the gag and let out a stifled howl as he was violated front and rear, unable to even move his tail. His maleness shook around the tube inside it from the constant force of the machine, forcing him to suddenly shudder and relax. Almost instantly, the pain began to subside; he could take it more comfortably, especially as it slid over his inner soft spot. Even with that first touch against his full prostate, he began to pre, the clear liquid dripping down the tube and into the bottle.

"Mm, look Muffin, it's already started. Shall I turn up the machine, and see just how much he could spill?"

"Ooh, Mistress, please..." She had already left the embrace with her bound Bunny to reach into her handbag, turning up the dial with her other hand. The machine began to thrust forcefully against him as she drew a long, curving toy from the bag. She turned to show off her tail and hide how she strapped the toy to her, walking carefully around and behind her trapped pet. After a moment's revel in the results of her seductive power, she grabbed Muffin by the rump and took her like a male.

He never saw the strap-on, so all he could do was imagine it. The rub of the toy against his gland made it feel as if he had to take a leak, but not quite the same way... only more pleasurable, like the feeling surged through his sac first instead. The sight of the two femmes pounding away, getting off on watching him just amplified the pleasure further. It sounded like the Bunny girl was begging - her? Him? ...for something...

Suddenly, gently, like the pop of a bubble, Poundcake shuddered and relaxed as the feeling rippled through him and shook the toy in his cock. Mistress gave a triumphant cry, pointed down with the hand that wasn't spanking her pet, and gasped, "Poundcake, look!" It was hard, but taking his eyes off the mating femmes, he looked to the clear tube and saw his cum flowing through it. Not in spurts, but in a steady stream, pooling at the bottom of the bottle. It made him proud that he could cum like that for them, longer than he ever had before, but there was still a thought in the back of his mind that made him uncertain. He'd wanted to cum for them, but with them, on them, not harvested like this! As long as the machine kept thrusting into him like Mistress thrust into her moaning pet, he couldn't stop!

...and Poundcake was helpless to watch as Mistress bucked forward in a triumphant climax, making her Muffin shudder and strain against her bonds. That was the kind of orgasm he'd wanted, the kind they took from him, the kind they were getting ready to have again and again...

As time went by and he lost track of their orgasms, he began to feel a certain emptiness inside. He gave out a pitiful grunt and shook in futility against his bonds, unable to break free. Blinking sleepily in her post-orgasmic glow, Cupcake muttered something to Mistress, who stopped cuddling her to slip off the strap-on and finally turn off the machine. It hurt a bit as the tube slid out, just as the cylinder was taken off of him, but there was still a happy afterglow to it all.

"It looks so thick and creamy," she muttered, holding up the half-full bottle, "I didn't think you could produce this much on such short notice, but I know you're capable of much more."

After taking off the gag, he replied, "S-so, you aren't one of those lesbians who hate men?"

"That's a bad assumption. One you never have to make. I was happy with the hour we gave you, so now we can discuss the hour you'll give us. Muffin, did he impress you with his show of potent virility?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, from the second he came up on that stage." She cuddled the bottle of fresh male cream up to her cheek and ran her tongue slowly up the side. "But I bet he could produce twice as much if he had a week to prepare. Ooh, Mistress, may we? Pretty please?"

The Mare's thoughtful hum came out sounding like a seductive growl. "Oh yes, after a week of careful cultivation, I'm sure Poundcake could easily spill much more. Maybe he could even fill that kind of bottle all the way to the top." Leaning down over the still-bound male, she began to stroke him carefully. The feeling of empty relaxation gradually spread as he heard a soft whisper: "We'll treat you with care and make sure you're as full as can be and collect as much as we can. Does that sound good? A big, handsome pet to stay in our care for a week?"

"Unnh, yeah... Hmf, wha?" Amidst the warm, floating daze, a thought occurred and tried desperately to get itself out: "Wait, that's gonna be the hour next week?"

Another set of paws joined in on him, and he couldn't help but give out a long, warm groan. "Of course it will be. Now that you know how much you love it, you'll love your next draining a whole lot more. Especially after a week's worth of cultivation, and we have so much in store for you then..." She traced slow spirals through his hair with her finger, while Muffin rubbed his back with her paws and cheek. "Please, Poundcake?" she cooed, "I love to entertain, and after your co-operation tonight, I think I feel straighter already. Pretty please with frosting on top?"

He felt worried, suspicious, and even a bit frightened, but Poundcake was already beginning to miss what he'd felt only a few minutes ago. With a long sigh, the last drop he had in him spilt out on the table.

***

One week later, the same auditorium was in use again: instead of rows of seats, a makeshift dance floor had been set up. Booths and tables had specially prepared patrons draped over them, and nearly everyone had a collar or leash of some kind. On the big stage, a red-maned Mare with dark fur snapped her fingers and commanded the spotlight.

"Welcome, every- I said to turn that down, now! Further than that! I want to make myself heard!" The thumping, screeching, and sound of auto-tuned rending metal faded until voices could be heard above it. "Sounds about as seductive as a kick to the- Welcome, everyone! Our next act for the night is a powerful musclepup, in our attentive care for the past week, filling this bottle with naught but the contents of his family jewels and mighty prostate! Everyone, give a big round of applause for Poundcake!"

The happy Husky gave the audience a friendly smile as a pair of fetish nurses brought the equipment out and lubed it up. The restraints were just for show.