Cell 4A
"Cell 4A"
by H. A. Kirsch
Copyright 2008
Warning: This story is unedited.
I'm sad that there aren't appropriate keywords to describe this story :( Cock pumping? Milking? Prison? Come on!
"Hey Mason, it's your turn."
The fox stirred from sleep as someone tickled his foot. "Hunnrh?"
"I said, it's your turn. You gotta go work the tiger. He's starting to have a fit in there again.
He's hitting the wall with his tail, so Jake tied it up his back. Now he's making this moaning
sound. I think he's trying to roar."
Mason shivered and sat up, then pulled on his calf-high laceups. "Jesus. Do I really have to? I
swear, he could swallow my whole head... urh, whole."
The tickling wolf shrugged. "It's your turn, they said we have to do it in shifts. He's got some
kind of problem, he gets horny and starts freaking out. Commander said he could have some Bezerker
thing and rip all his stuff of if he didn't get worked over when he started getting antsy."
Mason sighed and pulled on his tank top, then stood up. "Okay, okay. I'll go do it. Do I get a
cattle prod or anything? Tazer?" The wolf shook his head in response. "Car battery? A stick? Do I
get a stick to hit him on the nose with?"
The wolf shook his head. "Just this little thing. Commander wants a sample each time, to see if
anything changes in those balls of his." The 'little thing' looked an awful lot like a cock pump,
although it had a few bar codes on it and a big warning sticker with all kinds of strange diagrams
explaining how not to use it.
The fox snatched the collection device and stomped out of the room. "Okay, okay. Here goes." He
clopped down the hallway, then stopped at Cell 4A. He punched in the access code and the door hissed
off its latch. Mason entered and the heavy metal shut behind him. The room was dim, lit only by a
red light. The small black fox fiddled with the lights, switching it over to a better orangey glow,
turning it up to white. On the other side of the room was the tiger. He was enormous, easily nine
feet tall if standing, thighs bigger around than the fox's slender waist even with the vulpine's
baggy fatigues on. The beast's massive arms were up above his head, hands bound up in rubber no-hit
puffs, wrists cuffed straight to the peg-board wall. Elbows cuffed as well, straps even just above
the shoulders. The tiger was sitting on the floor, the only padding under his butt a few ratty old
couch cushions someone had taken from the junk storage room. Feet were shackled to spots in the
floor, knees forced to stay bent by metal braces. The tiger appeared to be sleeping, until Mason
turned the lights up to normal. Then, eyes popped open, orange and black stripes shifting as the
tiger moved and heaved. He tried to yawn, jaw already open almost as far as it could go, a huge red
ball gag stuffed inside. It was a Tormentor gag, the straps leading behind the head and neck,
attached to a posture collar, a lever on the side to pump up the ball.
"Uh, hi kitty-kitty," Mason said, setting the collection tool on the work bench by the computer. The
fox logged in, then opened a glove drawer, taking out a pair of black rubber gloves. He pulled them
over his wrists, then picked up the collector again and approached the tiger. "If you're good, it
won't take very long. Uh, they said that cats don't take long, I mean."
The tiger responded by growling, chewing at the gag, then hissing. Spit oozed out over the ball,
over black lips, and down the beast's chin onto his neck. The tiger started to move, managing to
strain at the leather straps holding his biceps against the wall. Mason backed up a step. The fox
knew that the tiger was bound up with equipment that could hold down the entire group all at once,
but the complaints from the bindings didn't made him feel very well. Mason crept over and knelt
down, then fooled with the tiger's cock. It was held up in a harness, strapped up tight against the
beast's crotch, a rubber sleeve over it with a tube that ran to a drain in the floor. He took the
sleeve off, then let his gloved fingers play with the straps. "See? I'm nice. I'm just gonna do
this, and then you'll feel all better."
The fox released the captive tiger's cock and it flopped down, throbbing a little. The tiger snarled
and spit again, this time shoving the ball out of the way with his tongue enough that a big splat of
saliva could fling out and hit the fox in the shirted chest.
"Unrh, yuck! What the hell?
The tiger pulled his lips back then did it again, hissing in short huffs, flinging his head back and
forth. Another big slop of drool landed on Mason's black boot.
"They didn't say you'd fucking spit on me!" Mason growled, a tiny sound compared to the rib-rattling
snorts and grunts from the tiger. The fox cleared his throat hard, then spit all over the tiger's
gagged face. "How do you like that, huh?"
The tiger responded with a jerk of the cock, the length swinging up and spraying Mason all over the
leg and boot with an arc of piss. The fox squealed and - facing the prospect of punishment for
messing up his boots - kicked the tiger in the cock. The animal snarled and roared into the gag,
cock jerking and spraying out more piss until a little just dribbled from the head. The tiger's cock
was almost as big around as Mason's wrist, a good foot long.
Mason wasn't a tough sort, but the tiger was a problem. Impossibly strong, it scared him, but the
beast was also quickly raising the fox's ire. Mason looked around the beast's body, finally settling
on the nipples. "Hey. Look at you, sitting here with your nippls all hard. Is it cold in here. Nah.
Are you happy or something?" Mason reached over and stroked a black-rubbered finger around one of
the acorn-sized nubs. The fur around it prickled up, the pink flesh swelling, a low rumble coming
out of the tiger's chest. "Oh, you like that? You like it? Aww. Big kitty's a pervert."  Mason
played with the nipple, twisting and stroking it, pinching it in his gloved fingers.
The huge siberian responded by shaking his head and spitting again, some of it flinging across
Mason's ear. "You shit!" the fox yowled, and beat the tiger's lower jaw with the collection tool.
The cylinder clacked against teeth, the tiger roaring out and snarling, ears splaying, fur sticking
up between the ears. There was a little trickle of blood. "Oh fuck. Fuck, can I do that?" Mason
rrfed, rushing over to the computer log. He read through all the rules. "No Major Injuries." A fat
lip wasn't very major.
"I know. I know what'll get you to calm down a little," Mason said. It was late, he'd been awakened
from deep sleep, and he was pissed off at having to tend to a huge captive. His head was starting to
spin through all kinds of ideas, cock throbbing in his fatigues. The fox stepped over and grabbed
for the pump lever on the Tormentor collar, then started to squeeze and work it. The gag started to
swell and expand, the heavy red rubber slowly pushing outwards on the tiger's teeth, bulging between
them. The tiger quickly stopped being pissed off and started looking panicked, ears splayed, trying
to yowl and snarl into the gag. The ball was made with a cylinder inside as part of the inflator, so
it extended and started pushing rubber along the tongue and back towards the throat. After a good
fifty pumps, the tiger was starting to choke and gag, drool pouring down his chin, dribbling down
the massive cords of his neck.
"Yeah, that worked good. Now, be a good kitty-kitty, and let me suck your balls dry," Mason said,
one side of his muzzle twisting up. He approached and knelt again, taking the collector and pushing
it over the tiger's half-hard cock, the black sleeve inside gripping at the shaft. Mason started
squeezing the pump handle, a little indicator moving from white to green, the tube slurping down
over the tiger's cock until the engorged head popped free of the sleeve inside, bulging and swollen
by the suction. The cock's owner groaned and gasped, teeth squeaking at the lettuce-head-sized gag.
Mason kept pumping, following the instructions on the squeeze handle, watching the little suction
indicator creep over to red. As soon as it filled with red, the device clicked and air hissed back
in, the sleeve squeezing the cock and helping push it out a little. The fox kept working the handle,
the indicator tripping to white and then starting to suck again, the tiger's shaft engorging
inside.  "Jesus, this is kind of hot. I bet that feels good, huh? Like you're getting the hardest
blow ever," Mason said, patting the tiger's thigh. The beast tried to kick, but unlike the arm
restraints, the metal 'elbows' keeping his knees bent wouldn't budge.
It wasn't incredibly easy work, Mason's hand quickly tiring, switching hands as he worked the pump,
manually stroking and sucking on the tiger's cock via hard suction. The tiger was shivering and
grunting, massive pecs and abs straining and flexing, arms yanking at the strap restraints, wrists
twisting as the No-Hit pads smacked each other far above the tiger's head. "God damn, come already!
This is gonna give me fucking tennis elbow or something!" Mason growled, and started jerking the
cylinder back and forth. The tiger started to grunt and roar, cockhead spasming, a little white
drool oozing out of the slit. The fox pushed a little lever on the pump and shoved the cylinder all
the way down, until a little rubber tube jabbed into the piss-slit. The tiger climaxed, cock bucking
in the collector, seed rocketing into the collection part of it, white gushes flooding up the
suction tube and getting trapped into part of the pump handle.
The tiger's climax ended and the beast screamed from over stimulation. Mason unhooked the vial, full
of hot white seed, and air rushed into the cylinder, the clear tube falling off the tiger's reddened
cock. Mason walked over to the little port by the door and opened it up, stuck the vial in, then
closed it. He pushed a button and a chime sounded outside. "See? That wasn't so bad. Boy, look at
your dick. That's kind of hot," Mason said, and stepped over, lifting the engorged, drooping length
with his piss-wet boot toe. Mason looked at the timer; he still had about ten minutes and the
officer outside wasn't rushing over to pick up the sample.
The fox, still annoyed that he'd gotten splattered with saliva and tiger-piss, walked back over to
the siberian. He held up the suction hose for the collector and stuck it against one of the tiger's
nipples. He started pumping, suction pulling on the pink flesh, eventually popping it inside. It
didn't look like the nub would fit, and it didn't really. The tiger roared and screamed, drool
pouring out of his massively-gagged muzzle, leaving his chin slick. "Wow. That's gotta suck. Haha,
get it? I bet it really hurts, huh?" Mason let the suction hiss off; the nub was an angry purple. He
took the pump part of the collector and turned it around, then started squeezing down on the handle,
trapping the nub between moving parts. He squeezd down, then tugged off with a snap; the tiger
lurched, body yanking so hard that one of the big leather arm straps came loose with a pop, part of
its buckle flinging across the room.
"Uh, whoops," Mason said, and backed up, to the door. He looked at where he'd put the sample; it
still had a red light, meaning no one had come by. He crouched down and looked under the door. After
a few moments, boots came by.
"Psst! Hey! Pick up the damn sample!" Mason hissed under it.
"Mason, that you? I ain't a nurse, go back to suckin' kitty balls."  A black tailtip showed up in
view; it was another tiger, Bricklin, whose name was usually just shortened to the construction
material.
"Brick, you idiot, just take it out and run it over."
"Nuh-uh, I was just pissin'. It's five in the fucking morning, I'm going back to sleep."
"Brick! At least open the door. I kinda, uhm, I kind of screwed up some of his restraints. Like he
ripped a strap off."
The door beeped and clacked open. The tiger, dressed in the same boots, fatigues, and tank shirt,
wasn't quite the size of the siberian shackled to the wall, but he still dwarfed Mason. "Crap,"
Brick said, and locked the door. The tiger walked over, inspecting the other striped beast. "Poor
thing. Shit, what'd you do, try to milk the wrong part?"
"Shut up, Brick, just fix it!" Mason said, antsy. He still had a hard-on, and grabbed at it. "I
wanna get out of here. I'm kinda horny. That was hot, watching him squirt."
Mason's compatriot inspected the broken latch for the strap, fingering at it. "Wow, he's sure st-"
The black fox swiped the Tazer off Brick's duty belt and fired it at the tiger's lower back. Brick
let out a hiss and fell to the ground as the Tazer snapped. "Sweet!" the fox hissed, then cackled a
little. He pulled on the trigger until it snapped and broke off, wedged into the gun's body, the
tiger lying twitching on the ground. Mason quickly took one of the keys from Brick's keyring and ran
it over to the storage cabinets by the workbench and hauled out all kinds of gear. "Haha, this is
awesome. Brick, you suck! I can't believe you fell for it!"
The fox's rubber-clad hands quickly handcuffed Brick's wrists behind his back, then turned off the
tazer. "Ffffffffuck! Fuck fuck fuckfuck! You asshole! You shithead!" Brick hollered out.
"Oh come on, they said I had to work the tiger over. They didn't say which one. I mean it could have
been you, you know? You're a tiger."
"You're an idiot!" Brick snorted. Mason held up another gag, shaped like a dildo with a big rubber
plate. "Oh fuck, don't put that in my mouth, don't put that in-mrfhh, unnrh, UHNRF!"
Mason was not a wimp. He was strong, very strong. The fox was supposed to play along, but he wasn't
playing any more. Or rather, he was playing by his rules. It was too hard to avoid the lure, too
hard to resist the call of a little disobedience. The gag was easy to shove in, once Brick started
to complain. It was easy to lock the bracket for it around behind the new tiger's head. "Awesome.
Look at that. Two gagged tigers. Oh man, this is going to rock. Okay. Let's see."
The fox swiped at the struggling tiger's duty belt, grabbing a nightstick from it. He flicked the
stun switch on, and jabbed the army cat in the stomach, watching Brick lurch. "Come on, stand up.
Stand up! They taught you how to fucking stand up with handcuffs on, didn't they? GET UP!" Mason
yelled.
Brick grunted and started to struggle, twisting around, knees up, boots stomped onto the ground.
With a few more struggles, the musclebound tiger finally managed to stomp one boot *behind* the
handcuff chain. He dragged the heel forward, snorting and grunting, chewing on the cock-gag stuffed
in his mouth. The next heel came in front of the chain, then finally he contorted himself enough to
bring his arms around under his boots, standing up. "Urrhrn, ahh gaahhh looffh, ffff-"
Mason beat Brick in the face with the nightstick, then stabbed him in the throat and zapped him.
Mason was smart; he poked right at the front, so he didn't accidentally knock the cat out. Instead,
Brick just jerked and twitched. Mason kept pushing, backing the struggling, gagged tiger back across
the room until he bumped into the captive siberian. "Guess what? Guess what? I don't think that
sample's enough. You're gonna need to help me get another one. Haha!" Mason cackled, stunning Brick
one more time. The army tiger grunted and lost his balance, crushing down backwards onto the
siberian's lap. The huge-gagged tiger looked down at the thing in his lap, then over at Mason. He
let out a "hrruh?" into the gag.
"Shut up, you're gonna fuck his asshole." Mason said, and stood up onto the siberian's thighs, then
took Brick's wrists up high and put them behind the siberian's neck. Mason stuck a hand into his
fatigues and brought out a padlock, then locked the cuff chain to the back of the captive's collar.
"See, I always carry some locks around. I mean, in this place? Shit, you can always lock someone to
someone else if you get bored. "
Brick was at an angle that kept him from doing anything useful; attempts to stand up and get away
strained his thighs until they bulged out into the camo-pattern fabric, boots skidding on the wet
floor from where the giant siberian had pissed earlier.
"Okay, let's see here. I know. We gotta get that big kitty hard again after he squirted in that
fucking thing." Mason ran over to the workbench and grabbed some things out of the supply drawer.
Flat-bladed clamps with chains on them. The fox rushed back to the two tigers and quickly took the
clamps and squashed them over the siberian's nipples, getting a roar and a pile of drool from the
gagged tiger's mouth. The fox then took out another couple of small padlocks and hooked the chain to
each side of Brick's gag straps. "Ooh. Look at that. You wanna thrash around and spit on me like he
did, Brick?" Mason sneered, face inches from the new tiger's face. "Well, then you'll pull on his
nips and he'll thrash and probably skewer your heart with his big dick. Oh yeah, the dick."
Mason crouched down and pulled out his bowie knife, then slashed open Brick's fatigues. The siberian
was already getting hard again, and it didn't take much to get Brick aligned so that the huge
tiger's come-slimed dick could poke at the right spot. Mason lifted up a booted foot and stepped
down on Brick's crotch, pinning the cat back down. Brick screamed and hollered into the gag,
violated so roughly by the larger feline's pumped and swollen cock.
"Mmmf, man. Look at that. Look at that," Mason said, standing back. He fished his cock out of his
fatigues, fondling it in a rubber-gloved hand. "Hey, I know. I got another trick, huh? This is what
you get for hiring foxes, huh, we're always sneaky and shit."
The black fox crouched down and took his knife, slicing at some of Brick's fatigues. He tore a strip
off from crotch to boot cuff, then held it up. "Aww shit. No, this ain't gonna work. You tigers are
strong." Mason then unlaced one of Brick's boots, pulling the lacings out. Brick tried to kick, and
Mason ended up standing on the steel-toed foot to keep it still. Once he had the rawhide boot lace
out, he bent down and started wrapping it around Brick's heft ballsac, then knotted it off. He
reached back, winding it around the siberian's, both cats letting out gurgling caterwauls as Mason
tied their balls together.
"You think you can fuck yourself on his dick? C'mon, Brick, you're a big man, you can do it. Strain
those big fucking tiger legs, huh?"
Brick shook his head, quickly getting his head shaken back as the siberian snarled and coughed, the
big tiger's chest heaving and yanking Brick's around by his gag strap via the nipple clamps. "C'mon,
why the fuck can't you just work your ass a little or something?" Mason snarled, and punched Brick
in the chest with a rubbery thump. Then again, and again, the vulpine using Brick as a punching bag,
the tiger lurching and snorting, coughing into the dick-gag as his muscles were pounded by sharp,
gloved knuckles. Mason punched Brick in the throat and the tiger coughed and sprayed drool out the
sides of his gagged muzzle, finally starting to strain, muscles trying to lift himself up. Thighs
flexing hard, muscle bulging under the patterened camo, arms yanking up at the siberian's neck,
Brick tried to ride the captive tiger's cock.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Mason hissed, stroking himself hard, precum hanging off his cock in a huge
drool. The fox came unexpectedly, yelling and screaming, seed pumping out all over Brick's battered
chest.
Seconds later, a chime sounded and the lights swung up to full power,  the door popping open with a
loud clack. Mason snorted and looked around; the computer's screen flicked over to a boring-looking
computer desktop, the little 'sample chamber' opened up, the electrically-held floor and wall
shackles for the siberian clacked loose. The Tormentor gag released, air hissing out as it shrunk;
the siberian shoved it out  to hang below his chin.
"Whuff, god damn," The huge tiger grunted. "What the hell happened?"
Brick snorted and thrashed; he was still impaled on the huge cat's dick. Someone came into the door.
"Time's up. Time to let the big kitty go ho... fuck, Mason, what the hell are you doing?"
The black fox turned around, cock still dripping. He wiped it off and flicked the spunk to the
floor. "Uh, uhm. Abusing him?"
The someone was another fox, a significantly larger red fox. "Thank god you decided to screw things
up right at the end. Mr. Clarke there paid to be part of a secret government experiment to do
something with his DNA, and you go and take Bricklin and hang him from our visitor like he's on a
coat rack!"
"Actually, he's uh, he's kind of sitting on the big guy's dick," Mason said, rubbing the back of his
neck. It was wet; he took his hand away and yowled, grunting at having smeared his own seed into his
fur.
"Well, you go get him off and apologize," the bigger fox said. "To Mr. Clarke,  Brick's probably
about to shoot off." The red fox then left and went down the hall. Mason grumbled and lashed his
tail, then went over and unhooked the handcuffs from Bricklin's wrists. The tiger quickly reached
down and untied his balls, rolling over to the side, groaning in anguish as he twitched and fiddled
with the gag, the siberian's cock uplugging.
"Sorry I screwed up your weekend," Mason said, not looking at the siberian.
"Oh naww, that was awesome! I thought you went fuckin' crazy! All those guys actin' all cold and
stuff, gets kinda boring when you're chained to a wall."
Mason took the keys he'd stolen from Brick back out of a pocket and unlocked the big tiger's knee
braces, the siberian rising up and grunting, joints cracking. The beast reached down and ruffled
Mason between the ears. "Well, gotta get going. Thanks a lot, guys. Never thought my other half
would spring for this kind of thing." The siberian lumbered out of the room, walking stiffly, tail
smacking the door on his way out.
Brick stood up and beat Mason in the back of the head with his gag. "I hope you get fined or have to
lick the Commander's boots for a week until all the polish comes off or some shit," he growled, then
stomped out after the other tiger.
The black fox just hmmfed, waiting until both other animals were out of sight before leaving the
room.