Dragon Experiment Zero (3) “Decompression”
#3 of Dragon Sexperiment Zero
Poor Archie...what did he get himself into?
Dragon Experiment Zero (3)
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"...you will of course be released from our custody once we are done with the experiments, but before that, I am sure you will be most...useful," the wolf doctor rubbed his paws together meaningfully.
"MPHPHPHPHPHP!" Archie tried to yell, kept muffled by the elaborate gag-muzzle on him that prevent him from speaking out. The gag and the restraints of the chair meant that he was entirely defenseless, at the mad scientist's mercy, now. His struggling against the bindings of the chair were in vain, and only managed to leave him feel more annoyed, restless, tired, and scared.
The wolf was still looking at him, with mild interest.
"You are awfully tense, however," Doctor Richard said, eying the dragon's permanent erection, before he tilted his head over to the nurse, "get the mobile extraction unit. I think we have to do something to ease some of this tension, shouldn't we?"
The jaguar gave a gloomy nod and turned about to walk out of the room. Archie followed him as long as he could within the limits of the field of view his bondage allowed him, and once the cat disappeared, he moved to look at the wolf in the white coat instead. Doctor Richard pulled over a stainless steel cart loaded with items and bottles Archie didn't want to even think about what they were meant for, and continued struggling against his bindings. The wolf stepped over to the IV stand by the bed and began to tap the buttons on the mysterious control unit with its blinking lights and the ominous syringe full of green liquid.
"I'm sure you'll feel just fine after we decompress some of that awful tension in your testicles and prostate, Mister Phillips," the wolf mused, continuing his adjustments, "I'm just increasing your LHRH dosage so that your hypothalamus can keep up with the rest of your body, our methods don't reach quite that far yet, though it is in the works...before that we have to supply our own hormones for now...but don't worry, this is perfectly pure recombinant produce, the body won't know it from the real deal...yes..."
He finished his tapping and locked the controls, and looked at the rapidly breathing dragon.
"It does feel very difficult at this point, the constant buildup of pressure and the resulting desire to...get rid of that tension, of course, but once we get you on a stable twice a day decompression regime and stabilize these pesky hormone levels to your personal titers, I am sure that you will be feeling quite the different man!"
Archie already did feel like nothing like himself at all. His cock had grown huge, his balls were big and hanging down to his asshole, nowhere their usual location of being safely tucked under his scaled skin. Now his balls were like those of a goddamn donkey, dangling down there like a pair of ripe fruit. They also felt tender, swollen, and itching, and so did the rest of his groin, let alone his cock which looked just wrong in its current dark, boned up stage. It looked even worse with that terrifying plastic tube poking out of the piss slit on the top, curling away and out of sight. Was it already sucking out fluids from his body for their crazy medical experimentation? This was more creepier than the time he'd made the mistake of watching The Furry Centipede. He expected the wolf in the white gown and mask to start speaking with a weird German accent any time soon.
"Don't worry, Mister Phillips, this is a tough stage for everyone, but once they get past the first few days, thing will be quite...pleasant, I've been told before," the wolf mused. "And I'm sure you will not be an exception to this, Mister Phillips, once you simply relax and...let it go. That is generally the best way to go at this, I believe. Of course I am speaking from my own observations rather than personal experience, but...indeed..."
The doors into the mysterious room slid open and the jaguar returned, pushing a cart that had some sort of a vicious apparatus loaded onto it, a mess of tubes, hoses, a computer screen, switches, everything imaginable, moving smoothly on its rubber wheels. He parked the device in front of Archie's chair and locked the breaks with a quick turn before starting to uncoil cables and hoses from its side.
"It'll just take a moment to set it all up, this is all perfectly routine, Mister Phillips, so you should simply relax and let the machine take care of everything," the wolf continued speaking, "this mobile unit does not have all the adjunct the proper collection systems do, but I'm sure you will still find it to function...adequately."
Archie made the chair rattle with his struggling motions, but it didn't seem to help. The wolf moved over to the cart and touched buttons to turn on the computer screen, and the flicking of a lever caused a big round gauge to active on the top, too, with its needle flicking over while the machine made a humming noise.
"Hmm...yes...standard program...priming stage...if you'd lubricate the sleeve device and the probe...let's go with a...number C-1, let's start with something stimulating but small...have to remember that the anus is a muscle and it needs some time to develop, and we don't want to harm you, Mister Phillips..."
The wolf let out a ghastly chuckle. Archie couldn't figure out what the fuck they could mean with 'developing' his asshole...that just didn't make any sense at all....not until the jaguar opened a drawer on the cart and pulled out a strange knobby device that could only be a -
"Hmphphphp!" he groaned against his gag. The item in the jaguar's gloved paws looked like a fucking dildo and judging by the talk before, they were planning to push it up his ass.
"Hmphphph!" he yelled, almost noiselessly, because of the gagging muzzle.
"Hmm...you continue preparing that, I'll remove the catheter," the wolf said.
Archie tensed almost ten-fold when he saw the wolf bring out a syringe, without a needle or not - and watched in terror how the wolf brought it so near to his erection, only to pop it onto a port onto the side of the tube.. He pulled on the plunger and saw the syringe fill with some clear fluid. Was it coming out of his cock or something?
"And there goes the balloon...and now...this will feel a bit funny but it shouldn't hurt..."
The wolf's gloved paw gripped the dragon's hard shaft, which throbbed under the touch, no matter how clinical the wolf was making it to be. Archie growled and rumbled, unable to withstand the touch on his ultra-sensitive prick. He writhed and trembled, even when a bizarre, burning sensation went through his urethra of all places. The wolf's tugging on the catheter caused more and more of the imposing tube to pull out of his shaft, and finally it popped free, wriggling like a worm once it was out.
"There...not so bad?" the wolf said, giving Archie's cock a squeeze before he let it drop onto the rumbling drake's scaly belly.
The wolf deposited the catheter into a trash bin with biohazard models on it. To his left, the jaguar was squirting clear surgical lubricant from a big pump bottle onto a transparent cylinder that had tubes and cables hanging off its end. He gave it a bit of a shake and then approached Archie, whose eyes widened up again. He didn't want that anywhere near his dick, though its shape made it obvious where it was meant to go.
The jaguar grabbed his cock and held it directly upright, a touch that caused it to jerk and release a little ooze of pre-cum from its tip, dribbling along the shaft just before the jaguar pushed the cylinder over Archie's swollen meat. At the same time, the wolf hit some controls on the computer screen, which was revealed to be touch-sensitive.
The machine on the cart let out a rumble, and suddenly the sleeve over Archie's dick felt tight, much tighter, and its base seemed to swell up to close it firmly around his shaft, trapping it in place. It felt like the tube was sucking on him, keeping a kind of a steady pressure that made his cock firm up even more.
"Add the strap around the testicular sac, we need the stability," the wolf said.
Archie gasped, drool flying from his maw when he felt the jaguar's fingers manipulate his balls. He wasn't sure what was going on to them, but he felt an increased pressure upon them as well, as if something had been used to pull the swollen skin around them tighter on them. He could feel them throb in synch with his heartbeat, once the jaguar stepped away.
"Yes...pressure looks good...rates look good...yes...as soon as the probe is in, we can start up sample extraction," the wolf stated.
Archie groaned. Talking about that stupid asshole device again...and the jaguar lifted it off the cart and began to spread the lube onto it as well. At least that was courteous of him, even though the dragon didn't want it anywhere near his tailhole. He might've had it played with in the past, but he'd never had anything bigger than a finger there, and now these two perverts were going to shove that huge-looking thing in his butt? The jaguar pumped an extra dollop of the clear, goopy stuff and brought the fingers down to the cleft of Archie's rear, now under the balls the strange ring around them was keeping of his hole for now. The stuff felt cold and made his hole clench, and that in turn made his balls throb even harder and his cock twitch inside its clear plastic tube where his cock looked ever the more like an ugly purple sausage in a very strange plastic wrapper.
"Hhngngpgpg!"
Even if it was meant to be a 'small' device, it had two golf ball-sized bumps on it and the slimmer shaft, and when he felt it pressed against his asshole, he clamped himself shut, reflexively, trying to resist the invasion of anything inside his body. He'd had enough of this kind of shit, being poked and prodded and having things pushed into his body against his permission - he hadn't signed up for anything other than blood tests!
"Just relax, and it'll go in easily...we don't want to do it the hard way," the jaguar told the dragon after a few unsuccessful pokes with the probe against his non-cooperating butthole.
"Oh, leave it be for now," the wolf fussed about. "I'll just start the program. That ought to help him relax enough for you to put the probe in."
Archie clamped his asshole shut, determined that he was not going to give them anything without a fight, no way they were going to just meddle with any part of him, especially not his asshole -
The machine let out an ever louder a whirring noise and suddenly the pressure around his cock increased, seemingly triplefold, and it also began to move - the constant grip became mobile, going up and down his engorged, obscene shaft in waves that sent pleasure through his entire body. Archie moaned helplessly into his gag, unable to control it now that the suddenly intense sensations were wracking him. His bound tail twitched, and his fingers curled into fists while the strange suction tube pumped back and forth over him, tugging on his balls with every movement it made as it chugged up and down. That was almost painful, though the initial twinges soon became a dull glow of pleasure that added to the stimulation upon his modified genitals.
"Hmmm...looks good...you are very sensitive, Mister Phillips, I don't even have to turn on the electric stimulation features, you are doing quite well without them," the wolf said, "I'm sure they will come in handy during some of the deep extraction sessions when we really have to push you to the very limits, but for now this is more than adequate. This isn't as much for sample procurement as it is to provide you some decompression..."
Archie's dulled mind considered the wolf's cheerful tone to be extremely unprofessional, though he suspected that if your job was to do naughty things to men's dicks, you might start slipping sooner or later. Considering that the mild-mannered physician had also been revealed as a mad scientist -
"uhphphphph!" the dragon trilled, his cock surging despite the strong suction that kept it fully engorged with blood, thick and dangerous like a striking snake.
"Yes...better turn up the gain a little..." the wolf noted. "Stand by with the probe, we need to make sure there won't be any over prostate congestion, otherwise it can become very unpleasant and may demand further catheterization..."
Archie wasn't really listening anymore. The bizarre pleasure he was experiencing at having his cock sucked by a machine was making him struggle against the bondage, but not to escape, but to try and buck his hips into the surging cylinder around his dick as if he was trying to fuck an imaginary hole, back arching and all.
His addled mind barely registered the renewed prodding of the toy pressing against his butthole, the jaguar ruthless in his attempt to put it into the dragon's ass. The fleshy anus flexed against the pressure, both from the item trying to shove in and the contractions of the body being pleasure-tortured by the devious wolf's milking device. The jaguar used this distraction provided to keep pressing, all the way until the dragon boy's hole gave up and swallowed the first of the spheres on the probe, tugged even deeper inside the scalie's ass with the rhythmic clenching.
"OWww!" drool gushed out of the drake's muzzled maw when his ass was suddenly filled, and he felt his cock contract and shoot streamers of pre-cum into the suction sleeve. There was a small, transparent tube coiling away from the top, and a large 'bubble' of liquid appeared in it as the machine pulled the fluids out of the sleeve and then over into a collection tube on the cart, measurements marked on it to tell just how much the dragon was producing. Archie didn't really pay attention to any of this happening, no, he was more concerned with the strange sensation of getting his butt stuffed, how his insides pumped around the probe-dildo in his ass, and it was also going deeper, too, pushed by the jaguar into the fleshy hole until the second ball as well entered past the puckered muscles and lodged itself in.
"Uuuuuphhp!"
"There we go...is it secure?" the wolf spoke, eyes on the computer monitor on the extraction device.
The jaguar poked at the flared base of the probe poking out of the dragon's rear, and gave a nod.
"Seems to be alright."
"Let's crank this up a notch then," the wolf noted, as he made another adjustment to the controls.
Archie wasn't sure how it could feel even stranger, the bizarre object inside his asshole, but the wolf touching something on the screen caused it to come alive.
That's how it felt, at least, when the two balls on the toy began to contract, increasing in size before they shrank, again and again, perhaps once a second per each of the spheres inside the dragon's rectum. Their rhythmic movement caused the probe also to move in and out, slightly, which only added to the strange stimulation being inflicted on the dragon from having both his cock milked and his asshole filled with the cylinder of teasing.
"Ahuhuhuhppp!" Archie threw his head back, his hips straining against the restraints while his legs tried to hump into the air, the suction tube swinging somewhat hazardously from side to side but not toppling away, thanks to the straps going around his engorged balls to ensure that the milker would stay in place on its still somewhat unwilling recipient. The dragon's mind became flooded with sensations, he couldn't think, there was only the lust, the burning, extreme need to get his rocks off, his insides were on fire and not just from the fact that something had just been shoved up his butt and spread him open like he'd just at on a broom handle or something. The drake shuddered and was sweating, his body overheated, glands working overtime while the tireless machine worked him towards and all-encompassing orgasm.
"Yes..." the wolf noted as he briefly looked away from the control panel display, to the dragon squirming in his bondage bed, "looks like the stimulation is working perfectly...very good response...the amount of Cowper's gland and prostate fluid he is producing are very good indeed...I am sure that he will also be providing a very good, healthy collection of spermatozoa as well..."
The jaguar's own gaze was almost as clinical, though he was grinning behind his plastic visor.
"Looks like it's well enough," the cat said, tail flicking under his gown.
"Yes...he is very responsive, though I had no doubt he would be," Doctor Richard mused, "these dragons are horny beasts, given the chance to...express themselves...and regular decompression is very important to keep their modified libidos in check...otherwise it can get so very uncomfortable..."
The jaguar wasn't sure whether the doctor was talking to him or to their drooling captive, who seemed only concerned about the pleasure he was experiencing from the operation of the machine playing with him with tireless precision, teasing all of his erogenous zones while making sure that his brand newly developed genitals were getting a good work-over. His struggling against the bindings had stopped, too, too overcome with the various stimulation falling all over him to really care of the circumstances. It just looked like the dragon desperately wanted to get off.
"Uhhmhmrmrr!" Archie trilled, his cock throbbing hard, his asshole clenching and chewing on the probe inside, prodding his prostate so thoroughly on every single movement the strange active toy made within his body.
"Hmm...going to the read...I think he's ready to decompress..." the wolf mused. "Let's see...yes...yes.."
Archie's entire body contracted when his orgasm came over him, his balls burning, his tailhole clenching so hard that he almost expelled the probe from his ass, his balls closing in on his body as every single internal muscle struggled to work to release all the pent up juices that his glands had produced in the short time he'd been in possession of the new super-charged reproductive system. His cock jerked and shot cum, endlessly, it almost seemed, the tube curling away from the sucking cylinder becoming uniformly white while the compressor pumped it in rhythmic squirts into the collection bottle on top of the machine.
"And there it is...oh I'm sure you'll be feeling so much better, Mister Phillips...yes...there it comes..."
Archie's eyes were closed and he was floating somewhere, a haze of pleasure filling him while his climax continued, his body flexing as he expelled more and more seed out of his nuts and his battered prostate. The machine suckled on him right through the orgasm, too, not giving a break even when he became over-sensitive to stimulation and could only moan repeatedly with the almost-painful feelings coursing over his dick.
The machine wound down after a few moments, though not before every single drop that could be had been securely pumped out of the rumbling dragon. Archie was left panting and huffing, with even more spit staining his chest after he had managed to drool further amounts of his saliva onto himself.
"Well, this is quite the offer!" the wolf tapped the glass bottle full of freshly milked dragon semen. "Our production facility will be processing this right away to see whether you are already putting out a prime quality product... I have no doubt of that, though!"
Archie barely heard the wolf's words. He simply felt very thirsty, and dazed, and his cock and balls ached, as did his butt.
"Clean him up a bit, take the machine away and give him something to drink with a straw if he promises not to spit," the wolf said as he took the bottle off the machine, capped it, and held the obscene white bottle in his paws. "I have business to attend to, but I'll see you later today, Mister Phillips, for another checkup...and possibly decompression."
Archie moaned tiredly.
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