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The Milking Farm (Reboot)

Chapter 4: Explanations

Sponsored by DuskCypher

By Draconicon

"Heh, you sure you want to know about that?" Victor asked, stretching his arms over his head. "I mean, sure, if you want, but it's nothing that you have to worry about right now, as long as you do what you're told."

"I want to know," Owen muttered.

"Well, if you're sure. Come on. Let's at least go somewhere comfortable."

The raccoon nodded, following the black-furred jackal across the goo grass. The feeling of it working across his soles was a reminder of what the machine had said. It had scanned his mind, said that he had a foot fetish.

I don't, he tried to tell himself. I'm not interested in other people's feet, am I?

He glanced around, looking at the other naked prisoners. No sudden surge of arousal when looking at their bare feet, so the machine had to be wrong. And if it was wrong about one fetish, it was probably wrong about others. Like crossdressing, and...and the other stuff.

Blushing, he turned his attention back to Victor. Not his ass, though that was a rather nice sight, but just his back. He had already been milked hard, and although the aphrodisiac gasses in the room were giving him a boner again, he didn't feel that rampant need to find someone and pin them down, to use their holes and get off.

Really, he mostly just felt an odd, lingering sense of satisfaction.

That's a trap, probably.

They returned to the same 'house' that they'd sat in before lunch, and he groaned as he took a seat in one of the blob chairs that were in the single main room. It was softer than the milking chair that he had been in for the draining, more supportive and less pushy. He liked the feeling of just sinking into it, and hoped that it was really just a comfortable thing and less a warning that he might sink into it fully if he didn't pay attention.

As Victor got comfortable across from him, he noticed that the jackal's balls were still fairly large. Not huge, not the way that they had been when he had first entered the prison floor, but bigger than average. He cocked his head to the side.

"Didn't they milk you too?"

"Oh, yeah, but mine fill up faster these days. They're conditioned for it."

"You mean..."

"Yeah, yours will probably start adapting that way, too. By the time you're released, you'll have quite the hefty sac down there. Probably bigger than any guy outside the system, heh."

"...That's a thing?"

"Well, consider it a parting gift. You did your time, and you got a reward for it. Big balls to get attention, heh."

Victor really didn't seem that bothered by the fact that they were altering his biology, or the fact that it sounded permanent. Then again, the jackal seemed far more happy-go-lucky about this whole thing than Owen was. Maybe there was something to be learned -

No, no. The raccoon bit off that thought before it could go any further. The hypnosis in the chair had made it very clear that they blamed him. His harmless little fun of being a peeping tom was very clearly against their rules, and they were trying to make him stop that.

Big things deserve respect.

He grumbled under his breath, trying to dismiss that thought. He wasn't going to listen to something that said that this was all his fault and that he deserved what was happening to him. Because he didn't.

"So, the different tiers," Victor said.

"We're on tier three, right?"

"That's Tier Three," the jackal corrected, and he could hear the capital letters in the statement. "You want to make sure that you emphasize it. It's pretty serious around here."

"Why? Do they treat us that much differently? I thought it was just...you know, different levels of offenses. White collar on the bottom, murderers on the top or something like that."

"Oh, that plays a part, yes, but it's more than that."

The jackal stretched out, cracking his knuckles and his toes before settling in again.

"Thaaaaat's better. Was pretty stiff there."

Owen gritted his teeth, fighting against the annoyance that was bubbling up from inside. The more that Victor delayed, the more antsy he felt, and he was starting to feel like the jackal was keeping something from him.

As the black-furred male got comfortable, Victor smirked a little at him.

"Now, keep in mind, this information isn't free. You want this, you're gonna have to pay a price at the end."

"What the hell? Why?"

"Because you're gonna cause trouble."

"...So?"

"So, I want something from you to make it worth my while to help you."

"How do you know -"

"You're being different to everyone else here. You see how relaxed people are here? That's because we've all been here for weeks. We get it, we understand how this place works, and we want to go along with it. We're fine with admitting to a few mistakes. You? You're still thinking that you didn't do anything wrong.

"That's fine," Victor said, raising a hand to stop him from speaking. "That's fine if you wanna think that, but if you're going to start making trouble, then it comes back down to bite us in the ass. And if that happens, I want to get a little bit out of you first, just so I can say 'Well, at least I got that for this.'"

"...What's the price?"

"I don't know yet. Something fun, though."

"Fun meaning sex, I bet."

"Probably. You good with that?"

He gritted his teeth, but he slowly nodded. He needed the information, after all, and there wasn't any other way to get it. The other prisoners might know what he needed to know, but that would mean getting close to them, and there was no guarantee that they wouldn't have their own 'price' to pay.

Victor was closer to him than the others, and the jackal was friendly enough. That would have to be a sufficient safeguard.

"Fine."

"Heh, alright then."

The jackal leaned back, folding his hands over his chest and tapping his fingers together, almost like he was collecting his thoughts. He tilted his head one way, then the other, humming to himself.

"Right. Let's start with the way that it's divided up. Tier One is where everyone close to release goes. It all filters down to that, depending on the progress that you're making, how good you're doing with your rehab, and how much you've contributed with the milking."

"So, if you start on Tier Five -"

"Yep, you go through all five stages, and you don't get to skip any of them."

"Got it. So...what's down at Tier One?"

"A lot of freedom. And clothes, if you want them."

Clothes. He was starting to miss them, he had to admit. Despite the fact that nobody seemed bothered or even interested in the fact that he was naked, he still felt embarrassed as he walked around with everything dangling, everything hanging out. He still wanted to cover himself from time to time, but each time he thought about bringing his hands down to cover himself, he felt this odd deterrence from it, almost like there was something wiggling in his head, still.

The reminder of the feeling of those goo tendrils running down his ears sent a shiver down his spine, and he stuck out his tongue as he shook his head.

"Heh, first time with the ear-fuck?" Victor asked.

"Mmmph...just...keep talking."

"Sure, sure. Anyway, Tier One is where people go when they're close to getting released. Usually, they're about two weeks out, and they just need some finishing touches. They also get the most privileges in the prison, since they've learned how the rules work and they don't have to be overseen quite so often.

"It's also the way that the top guys in the admin get to see whether they're actually fixed up or not. If they're not rehabilitated, then the privileges that they get in Tier One will be the things that trip them up. If they start misusing them, then the overseers know that they're not ready for release, and they get bumped back to Tier Two, or Tier Three. If they actually hurt someone, they're bumped all the way back to Four and have to start over again."

That...made some sense, he supposed, and while everything that this prison was doing seemed fucked up, still, at least there was some progression towards freedom. You got to see how close you were getting depending on the Tier that you were on. He looked down at his hands, tapping his fingers together.

"Um, what kind of privileges do they get?"

"Outside walks. They don't get to keep their clothes, but they get to go outside, walk around on the grasses and the grounds. Real grass. Heh. I almost forgot how that sort of thing feels..."

Victor was lost in thought for a moment, but only for a moment. The jackal sighed, shaking his head.

"But yeah, they can also 'sponsor' some of the other Tier prisoners, kinda working like a mentor with them. They get to work with the technicians and the nurses, adding a few little tweaks and touches to the hypnosis. Kind of a work-learning program, in some ways, but it means that they can come visit and have some fun with us."

"You mean, we're their toys?"

"Nah, more consensual than that. More like a kinky dom-sub dating program in the prison. There's a possum out there that's got a sweety in Tier One, and he raves about the guy all the time."

...Weird.

"But...how are they punished?"

"They're not punished, exactly. They still go through the milking and the hypnosis, but it's more making sure that they're not backsliding instead of punishing them. I think that they test them on different vocational stuff. Something about moving from Tier Two to Tier One is making sure that you have something lined up in the outside world before going back."

"So...it's not even..."

"Oh, it's still prison. You can't leave the facility, and you still have all those milking and hypnosis obligations, but you're not being actively punished anymore."

That was something, he supposed. He could aim for that, if all else failed. If there was nothing else that he could try while he was still working towards freedom.

"What about Tier Two?"

"They're one floor down, but they're definitely better off than us," Victor explained, nodding to himself. "They get to participate with the milking on Tier Three, Four, and Five. You might have been told that they'd get someone in for rimming?"

Owen nodded.

"Yeah. Tier One gets to work the machines and mental stuff, but Tier Two gets to help play around with other people. They don't get to have the dating program that Tier One gets, but they're allowed to fiddle about with people while getting overseen. To get from our Tier to theirs, you gotta go through all that hypnosis stuff, making sure that you're not going to go back to doing the same perverted bullshit that got you thrown in here to start with."

Big things deserve your respect.

That phrase popped into his head again, and he could not make it leave. It was like it had burrowed into his brain and was there to stay. He rubbed the side of his head, trying to puzzle through that.

As he tried to push it back out of his head, Victor chuckled.

"It's already working, isn't it?"

"No, it's not."

"You were put here for a reason, you know."

"No, I got put here because someone got pissed off, and the new laws turned something punishable by fine into something deserving of jail time." He grumbled, rubbing the side of his head. "It's not right, but I'm stuck with it."

"Well, you're going to be stuck here until you settle yourself to that."

"What?!"

"Well, you'll be here longer, anyway. You can just sit here and be miserable, getting milked slower than anyone else, and make your way out in years instead of months, or weeks, but that's your choice."

Owen stared at the jackal, hardly believing his ears. He'd heard the nurse mention that he'd be wasting his time here if he didn't get milked, but that...that wasn't...that wasn't fair! He was still serving his time, wasn't he? Why should he be punished more just because he didn't agree with why he was here in the first place?

The jackal shook his head.

"Anyway, Tier Three, where we are. This is where we get put when we're not really a big danger to each other, but we can still be a bit of a problem in the outside world. Like me; didn't really do anything that that bad to other people, but I still stiffed a couple of prostitutes out of their rightful pay, and I ended up fucking with my dick with illegal stuff. Hurts the market and makes it more likely to screw with other people.

"So, while we're here, since we're not dangerous to each other, we get to wander around, we get freedom of movement in this level of the prison, and our main punishment is the hypnosis that starts changing us to be better."

"You mean teaches us that we're wrong," he muttered.

"Owen, they have literal mind-reading machines. I think that they can tell us if we did a good thing or a bad thing."

The raccoon disagreed, particularly with the idea that the machines could tell them if they'd done wrong. Even if the machines could read their minds accurately - and he wasn't sure that they could - then all the machines could do was tell the guys in charge what was in there, what they had done. The context, however, was lacking.

I was just looking in a window, just jerking off to a woman that makes a living by showing off her body. So what if I was doing it off the clock? So what if I came when she saw me and I showed off to her a bit?

The new laws said that was more than mere indecent exposure, and was closer to a 'forced intrusion' into someone's personal life. He grumbled under his breath as he crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance, pushing the thought out of his head for the moment.

"Fine, fine. That's this one. What's next?"

"Tier Four. That's the one just above us. They're kept in more traditional cells, but they're still allowed to move around a bit. They've got more of the goo stuff on them to keep them under control, so that they don't fuck each other too much, or cause problems. The big guys there are also a bit objectified in...certain ways."

"...What are you talking about?"

"You know that horse cock that you took earlier?"

"...Yeah?"

"That might not have been a dildo."

"...You mean they can...oh...oh god..."

He shivered, wriggling in place. The very idea of taking a big cock like that had been rather weird, but the possibility that it had been a real cock rather than a dildo sent shivers down his spine. The implications of what their tech could do was really starting to get to him.

"They're only allowed out of Tier Four when they've proven that they're not going to be a danger to each other, that they're done with being quite so aggressive."

"Then...what's Tier Five?"

"Tier Five is where all the aggressive rulebreakers go, the ones that don't understand the fact that we do have to live by rules."

"That doesn't sound that bad..."

"That's where murderers, rapists, and everyone else with a serious disregard for the rules goes, where the real big criminals end up," Victor said. "So, yeah, it's a pretty big deal."

"...Oh."

"That's where they get the guards from, too."

"They fucking WHAT?!"

"Well, you have a ton of big, aggressive people, and all of them need to learn how to follow the rules, so why not make them enforce them?"

"But...but what...what if they abuse that?"

"That's why they all wear that full-body suit," Victor explained, shrugging. "The overseers can take full control the second that they start acting out. From what I hear, it teaches them that they are allowed to have some power, but that power comes with rules. If they don't follow the rules, then they will be as helpless as anyone else in the prison. More helpless than most of us, in fact.

"So, they stay there, under full control, until they're either needed or until they learn how to work within the rules properly. Then, they can be released down a tier."

"So...why...why do they give the people that did the worst things the most power?"

"Because they're the ones that feel like they need it the most. The whole point of the Milking Farm is to train you to be less aggressive, less focused on breaking the rules, and more focused on finding out how to be a good you while following them. You start as a rule-breaking, dangerous, aggressive person that only cares about yourself, transition down to knowing the rules, then becoming harmless, then becoming aware of your own selfishness, then understanding how to work within the system, and finally how to integrate back with it," the jackal said, bringing his hand down as they went through each system. "Tier Five to Tier One."

"That's...how it works?"

"That's how it works."

"..."

"And now, payment."

"...I was hoping you'd forget about that."

He groaned, rubbing his head as the jackal got to his feet. Everything that he'd learned painted a different picture to what he was expecting, but it at least meant that he had something to work with. The whole facility was built on the idea that you had something wrong with you, that you had something that they needed to fix before you would be allowed out again.

That felt messed up to him. What if you didn't agree that you had a problem? What if you just wanted to serve your time and be released? It didn't seem fair that you had to 'fix' something that you didn't think was broken.

The raccoon was still mentally grumbling when Victor grabbed him by the ankles and flipped him over. He yelped at the sudden switch in verticality, his legs in the air, his head and back against the goo-ball that he'd been using as a chair.

"What the fuck?!"

"I told you, payment."

"So, what, you're gonna fuck me?"

"Well, you're gaping right now, and it's gonna be easier than if I waited."

"But -"

"You were the one that agreed."

"Come on. Can't I just give you a handjob?"

"Heh, would you accept 'just' a handjob from someone?"

"..."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

The jackal pulled the raccoon's legs apart, and he could feel that tapered tip rubbing between his ass cheeks. He gritted his teeth, trying to tell himself that it was just the tip of a strap-on, that he had gone through something like this before.

No, you haven't, the back of his mind said.

Shut up. We don't want to think about that.

It slid around his pucker, rubbing along the gaping hole. He was still so stretched from the rut that he had taken while getting milked, and the idea that the dildo might have been a cock still sent a shiver down his spine. He was only tokenly bisexual, and he didn't know if he could really take this.

Victor chuckled over him, his muzzle splitting in a little grin.

"Heh, you need something to help you relax?"

"Mmmph. No way that I can...do I have to?"

"You do. You said you'd give me something."

"Hmmph..."

"Heh, I think I heard something from your room. You like foot stuff, right?"

"The computer thought I did. I don't."

"Let's find out."

"I don't. I swear, I don't like - mmmph!"

The raccoon arched his back against the goo as the jackal dragged his tongue along the sole of his foot. The wet, warm touch made his already stiff dick bounce against his stomach, and his eyes bugged out.

"What the fuck?!"

"Heh, the computer never lies."

"That...that doesn't..."

"Doesn't feel good? Let's try it again."

"No, no, wait, not - mmmph!"

The sudden shock of pleasure that ran across his soles and went right up to his dick was not what he expected, nor what he wanted. He bit his lips, trying to ignore it, trying to ignore the urge to offer up his soles for the licking.

He was still huffing softly, biting his lips as the tapered tip of Victor's cock found its way to his hole and then inside. He gasped, taking it surprisingly easily. He must have been more stretched than he thought.

"That's it. Just lean back and let it happen. It's gonna be fun for you too, that way."

The jackal's thrusts were surprisingly gentle, and every time that Owen started to feel uncomfortable, there was another tongue-swipe across the bottom of his foot. He groaned under his breath, huffing to himself as he felt that wet spittle dragging across the underside of his foot, the firm, warm pressure of that tongue. It flicked up to his toes, forcing its way between them, almost tickling them.

It was a contrast to that cock in him, the knot sliding against his rim, the tip tickling at his depths. He whimpered, moaned, trying not to make too many sounds that might have implied that he liked it.

He didn't want to like it, but...but some part of him did.

Mmmph...I'm not...not into this...I'm not into being dicked...

And yet, he almost liked the feeling of being pinned like this, of having the bigger jackal looming over him, of having his ankles clenched and his feet held helpless as his ass was reamed out. He groaned, feeling the knot grinding on him again, feeling how big it was against his hole.

"Glad you like it. Would hate to think that this wasn't something you wanted," Victor said.

"Shut up..."

"No problem. Happy to just hump."

The jackal did just that, grinding and thrusting away. Due to the thick dildo - please let it have been a dildo - he had taken earlier, the thrusting was easy for him to handle, the thick knot grinding on him in a way that wasn't at all unpleasant. The idea of taking that thing wasn't even all that intimidating, considering that it was almost sliding in on some of the harder humps, anyway.

No, it was the fact that he was getting into this, that some part of him enjoyed the idea of being -

Big things deserve respect.

And that knot was definitely big.

"Mmmph..."

He flexed without even meaning to, and suddenly, he felt himself pushing back. Not hard, not much, but it was enough for that thing to pop inside.

"AH!"

He arched his back against the goo again, his eyes widening, his toes curling in odd pleasure as he felt that knot grinding down on his prostate. His cock oozed pre-cum against his belly, spreading the blissful pleasure along.

"Mmmph...fuck...well, if you wanted...wanted the knot...well...now you're going to get it."

"Wha - Nnngh!"

Owen gasped as the thick bit of flesh at the base of Victor's dick was yanked right out of his hole. His eyes almost bugged out of their sockets at the rough feeling of it pulling out, but his cock jerked up and down.

Big things deserve your respect.

Big things...like that knot...deserved his respect.

Hardly believing what he was doing, he reached down to his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing his hole. He could feel it grinding on him again, the knot about to slip in, then -

POP!

In -

POP!

Out.

The pattern was set, and his already loose hole started taking a beating as that fat knot kept popping in and out. His eyes rolled back as his cock throbbed all the harder, somehow finding the will to get stiff and drippy again. Despite the fact that his balls were nearly empty, he still felt like he could cum again.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck..."

"Yeah, you like the knot. You like my big, fat knot?"

"Mmmph!"

"You like how big it is, how much it opens you up?"

"S-shut up..."

If he could just focus on the size of that thing, on the feeling of that oddly-sexy sensation of hot breath on his feet, he might just be able to cum, but every time that Victor talked...every time that he reminded him of just how good that knot felt, and how big it was, it did something funny to his brain. It made him feel...

It made him feel small.

It made him feel submissive.

It made him feel needy.

The jackal leaned over him, and the big, black-furred male felt all the larger for it, making him whimper, making him gasp, making him feel dwarfed under him as that humping got harder, faster, more frantic. He could feel the soft pop-pop-pop as his hole was punched in and pulled out again, that knot leaving him gaping all over again. He was so loose now, so marked by that big thing -

Big things deserve your respect.

He gritted his teeth, trying to focus on cumming, but it wasn't happening. No matter how hard the jackal hammered at him, no matter how hard he pushed back, no matter how much he clenched his ass around that knot, it wasn't enough.

Big things deserve your respect.

Permission. He...did he need permission?

"Please...please...can...can I cum?" he panted.

"Heh, you're asking - mmph - me?"

"Yes, please...please...please say..."

"Cum, then. Have fun."

And so he did. Owen moaned, his legs pulled up and over the jackal's shoulders, spread wide, his hole taking that knot again and again as he came all over his belly. It was intense, almost as good as the milker, and he whimpered as he felt himself getting hammered back down into the goo.

After all, the jackal still needed to take his pleasure.

A half-hour later, Owen walked out of the little 'house'. His hole oozed with Victor's seed, and he groaned under his breath as he half-walked, half-limped across the floor. The other prisoners chuckled, and one patted his ass, giving him a smile.

"Have fun?"

"Mmmph..."

"Hey, if you need it, you know you can get it from any of us. Long as you're willing."

He could see the stiff dick throbbing between the bear's legs as he got the offer, and he blushed slightly. The raccoon deliberately didn't respond, mostly because he didn't trust himself to do it without getting himself in trouble.

Mmmph...

Something had happened to him during that rut. He didn't know how that hypnotic command had settled in so deep already, but it had already started affecting him. Just because those things were big, bigger than average, he had started to slide into a weird sort of head-space around it. Just thinking about it was enough to leave his cheeks burning, knowing that he hadn't had a chance.

It's not like me to do that. I just...I...

There was a pleasure in breaking the rules, but there was something more than that. Every time that he had followed someone home, they had been bigger than him in some way. Sometimes bigger as in taller, sometimes just with some very large features, but always bigger.

Always more.

Owen gritted his teeth, walking over to the shimmering wall at the edge of Tier Three. Maybe it was the wall where the elevator was, maybe it was just a wall. But he thumped his head against it in frustration, regardless.

I'm not...I'm not doing anything bad...I didn't do anything that bad. I shouldn't have to change...

Yet, they would require it. Either he changed and got out quickly, or he stayed stubborn and stayed in prison for months. Maybe even the full two years. And that was if they didn't change him any more than they already had.

What the hell am I going to do?

The End

Summary: Owen finally learns what the different tiers of the prison are, how they work, and what the situation is for getting released. And then, well, he has to help Victor have another release for payment.

Tags: M/M, raccoon, jackal, anal, foot fetish, goo, hypnosis, corruption, orgasm, cum, creampie, leaking, knot, knot fucking, loose, gaping, series,