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Horny Jail

Sean was mildly perplexed with himself that he had agreed to come to this session. The zebra's boyfriend, Zach, had shown some concern for his "rather excessive sex drive." Sean couldn't help it that he had a massive horse cock and loved to be using it. It often led to a little bit of friction when he was constantly trying to get in Zach's pants, but he hadn't thought it was that big of a deal.

Apparently it was a big enough deal to Zach that he had been convinced that maybe some therapy would help. Sex addiction was a real thing; maybe he had it? So he had agreed to a few session to at least ask about some things, see if there were any problems.

Even more perplexing than that was, after a good 40 minutes into this first session, the therapist offered something he truly couldn't wrap his head around. "Horny jail? You're kidding right?"

The male feline in the other chair gave a mild chuckle. "I mean... I understand the name is a bit silly, but the initial designers refused to change their name. It's not so much a jail as it is a mental conditioning program."

"Conditioning? Like how?"

"Well, it's a bit complicated. Essentially, the program uses a special chastity device that incorporates physical stimuli to lower a person's desire for sex. Eventually the urges turn from sex to... other things. Generally whatever you do while under the program. You can convert that focus into whatever you want."

The chastity idea wasn't that appealing to him. He liked having his package out for all to see. But then, this program would apparently work quickly, and he wouldn't have to keep coming back for these sessions. So, why the fuck not? Besides, it would be a great kick to actually say he had been in "horny jail."

And so, Sean was once again perplexed when he finally received the box from the therapist. The contents was a well-wrapped black orb the size of a softball with a concave indent and a rather thick instruction manual. Apparently this was a bit more serious than he thought initially.

The first few pages of the manual were just a long list of health warnings regarding the inherent risks of chastity, which he knew pretty well from just general sexual practice, so he quickly skimmed through that. A list of apparent options, which he saw should have already been pre-loaded. A sticker inside the booklet noted that the initial test was pre-set for 24 hours. He could at least go that long without any dick problems.

Skipping along to how to start it, he found the page he needed. Once again, the thing seemed rather simple. "Ensure you are fully nude before beginning. Press your sheath gently into the device's crevice and squeeze the device. Application will begin automatically." The image showed the orb deforming and creating a full seal around the crotch of the animal in the picture.

He looked at the simple instructions again and set the manual down to focus on putting it on his sheath. The crevice wasn't quite big enough for him to fit it all, but hopefully it was enough. When he got what he could, his fingers gave the device a firm squeeze.

The thing gave a sudden rumble and shake and he felt it grow a little warm. He pulled his hand away, but it held to his flesh and fur. It gripped and pulled to his crotch, and he felt it start to loosen and move. He watched in amazement as the thing slid along him, over the cap in his sheath and even pushing into it just slightly. The lower end moved over his balls to pull them in as well.

The process wasn't at all painful, just a touch warm. He also couldn't deny that the feeling was turning him on quite a bit. Just the prep had given him some kinky ideas, so he was already a little rowdy, but now feeling it on him made his dick start to swell, and he soon felt his flat head pressing against the rubbery blockage at his sheath.

The zebra gave a chuckle and knicker as it finished forming the nullo bulge around his sheath. But as he watched, the mass didn't stop. It slowly began to creep up his belly and he could feel it starting to move around his hips and below towards his rump.

"Umm... What?" He poked the bulge, feeling his junk within. As if sensing it, part of the black mass jumped to his hand, coating it in an equal mass of black rubber goo. He yelped and took his hand away, but it was too late. In a second, his hand was coated and pulled into a soft fist.

"What the fuck?!" He reached with his other hand to try and pull it off, but the stuff just grew to take over that hand too. "It wasn't supposed to do this..."

He could feel the goo moving up his ass, as it now had his entire waist covered. It was up his belly and starting down his legs. His eyes looked to the manual on the table. A covered hand started for it, but he felt a sudden pull at his lower body and he froze.

"Welcome to Horny Jail," a voice suddenly spoke. It seemed like it came from his entire body, and everywhere covered in goo softly quivered with the voice. "Your body is currently being processed. Please relax until the processing is complete."

As it went to his knees and up to his chest, he felt himself pushed down to his knees. He tried to resist, to pull back against it, but it seemed to have complete leverage and threw him to his chest. He turned his head, panting in a bit of fear. Why was this happening? The therapist hadn't told him about all of this.

He tried to force himself to relax. Zach was supposed to be home soon. If there was a problem, Zach would help him.

"Submission detected. Good boy," the voice said.

He was about to bite a word back, but the stuff came up over his jaw, sealing his mouth. His breathing picked up a bit more, coming heavy through his nose now. Thankfully the stuff didn't cover his nostrils, but they did come dangerously close. He watched it flow up his muzzle as long as he could, then closed his eyes as it covered his face.

For a few seconds, he lay still, cheek to the floor and arms at his side, as he panted and breathed. The thing had fully covered him now. He had no idea what he looked like. He could shift his arms and legs, but only slightly.

"Initial processing complete. Releasing restraint."

Suddenly he was able to move. He pushed himself up to his knees. His tail felt heavy, but otherwise he couldn't feel any weight. And the stuff seemed to let him feel as if he was still touching the hardwood floor under him.

"Loading parent program." The voice was directly in his ear, but not overpowering. "Sexual Drive Reduction. First training period, twenty-four hours."

Yeah, that sounded about right to him.

"Secondary program. Submissive Training."

Ok, that one didn't sound right...

Before he could speak or wiggle, he felt something pressing at his tailhole. It was wet and slick and firm. He leaned forward to reflexively pull away, but the goo was in place against his ass. A tendril of goo pried at his ring of muscle and gradually slid inside.

He couldn't stop himself from groaning, half in shock and half in mind-defying pleasure. Something about that tentacle felt good in his ass. It was slim, but stretching. And... tingly?

The moment his lips parted, he felt something else press in, this time between his teeth, and his groan was cut short. A single tendril slid into his mouth and over his tongue. His head shook at it as he tasted a neutral rubber flavor. It didn't go far, instead just forming a modest ball inside of his mouth like a gag.

He fell to his side, wiggling gently as the tendril in his ass stretched slightly. Just when he thought it would get painful, the thing stopped. The entire form settled down in its growth.

"Program successfully loaded. Beginning first session of conditioning."

As if the teasing hadn't been enough, Sean felt the goo around his sheath and balls suddenly start to vibrate. He groaned into his gag and bit down as he felt everything quiver. The stuffing goo in his sheath make his entire flaccid length sing with bizarre pleasure. The cock was trapped, though, unable to get any more firm or swollen because of the plug.

To make matters worse, he felt the anal penetration give gentle rubs to his prostate and also vibrate just slightly. That was always a hard trigger to him, and the horse couldn't help but shake as his mind was assaulted with pleasure.

"Detecting appropriate levels of stimulus."

The vibrations picked up in speed, going firmer and harder. The pleasure build in intensity until the shaking hit a new level and he gave a sharp cry of pain. His hips moved and twisted in futility to try and retreat from the feelings. A second later, it settled back down again to where it wasn't painful again and held that intensity. That level made him kick and thrash, banging his muffed hands to the floor. Then it faded to almost nothing; it never fully shut off, but he could feel it get to a bare minimum. It continued for several long minutes of going up and down, never again reaching the point of pain.

Sean eventually started to resort to rubbing at the bulge with his hands. It was at the same time annoying to the point of him wanting to get IT off and infuriatingly too little to get HIM off. He couldn't tell which part he wanted more as his libido-driven mind tried to process it.

The hands could do nothing, though. No matter how he pressed and rubbed at the bulge between his legs, he couldn't get any more or less stimulation on his shaft.

"Balance found. Maintaining currently level for the remainder of the session. If you wish to end the session early, please have your handler address the warden."

A sliver of thought cut through his pleasure for a moment as he heard the words. Warden? Well, if this was meant as a horny jail, that was a funny name for it. But what did it mean by handler? No one said anything about a....

"Warden, this is the handler. Please override the clock and continue session until I say otherwise."

Sean's body shot rigid for a second at the voice. That was Zach. Zach was... turning off the timer?

He felt a hand suddenly pet his head. "Wow... You are so much hotter than I thought you'd look, my love. I'm sorry if you didn't expect quite all of this, but I hope you're having fun in there."

Sean shifted and moved, trying to right himself and lift his head up towards the voice. He still couldn't see, but he could hear a subtle joy in his boyfriend's voice. His next sound was meant as a question, but it came out heavy and needy as the grip on his cock gave another powerful surge.

"Oh, I know it's a lot. But this is what we both wanted. We'll eventually get that libido down. Warden, adjust..." There was a sound of some pages being flipped and moved. "Adjust stimulation to match obedience training."

The quivering around his cock and in his ass suddenly slowed to a very faint trembling. His numb cock almost didn't feel it, but it was strong enough in his sheath that he knew it would keep him on edge.

"Now, Sean. Sit up like a good boy. You'll get a treat if you do."

He didn't know what to do. He could feel his mind torn. But what could he do to resist? He sat upright onto his knees and leaning forward on his hands. As soon as he did, he felt the shaking start up again, pushing him back up to that gentle level of pleasure and need.

"There we go. That's a good boy. A few weeks... maybe a few months in this, and we'll get that pesky sex drive focused on you just being a good pet for me. How does that sound?"

For the moment, with his mind swirling and gradually fading to the bliss, that sounded pretty good to him.