{"sf1_id":44535,"sf2_id":"q1x708n0","title":"Cell 4A","author":"Hawk","words":4038,"posted_at":"2008-02-24T21:56:00.000Z","tags":["Abuse","Bondage","Cock And Balls Torture","Fox","M/M","Medical Procedures","Sci-Fi","Tiger"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/44535-cell-4a","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1x708n0","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=44535\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\"Cell 4A\"  \nby H. A. Kirsch  \nCopyright 2008  \n  \nWarning: This story is unedited.  \n  \nI'm sad that there aren't appropriate keywords to describe this story :( Cock pumping? Milking? Prison? Come on!  \n\n* * *\n  \n\"Hey Mason, it's your turn.\"  \n  \nThe fox stirred from sleep as someone tickled his foot. \"Hunnrh?\"  \n  \n\"I said, it's your turn. You gotta go work the tiger. He's starting to have a fit in there again.  \nHe's hitting the wall with his tail, so Jake tied it up his back. Now he's making this moaning  \nsound. I think he's trying to roar.\"  \n  \nMason shivered and sat up, then pulled on his calf-high laceups. \"Jesus. Do I really have to? I  \nswear, he could swallow my whole head... urh, whole.\"  \n  \nThe tickling wolf shrugged. \"It's your turn, they said we have to do it in shifts. He's got some  \nkind of problem, he gets horny and starts freaking out. Commander said he could have some Bezerker  \nthing and rip all his stuff of if he didn't get worked over when he started getting antsy.\"  \n  \nMason sighed and pulled on his tank top, then stood up. \"Okay, okay. I'll go do it. Do I get a  \ncattle prod or anything? Tazer?\" The wolf shook his head in response. \"Car battery? A stick? Do I  \nget a stick to hit him on the nose with?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf shook his head. \"Just this little thing. Commander wants a sample each time, to see if  \nanything changes in those balls of his.\" The 'little thing' looked an awful lot like a cock pump,  \nalthough it had a few bar codes on it and a big warning sticker with all kinds of strange diagrams  \nexplaining how not to use it.  \n  \nThe fox snatched the collection device and stomped out of the room. \"Okay, okay. Here goes.\" He  \nclopped down the hallway, then stopped at Cell 4A. He punched in the access code and the door hissed  \noff its latch. Mason entered and the heavy metal shut behind him. The room was dim, lit only by a  \nred light. The small black fox fiddled with the lights, switching it over to a better orangey glow,  \nturning it up to white. On the other side of the room was the tiger. He was enormous, easily nine  \nfeet tall if standing, thighs bigger around than the fox's slender waist even with the vulpine's  \nbaggy fatigues on. The beast's massive arms were up above his head, hands bound up in rubber no-hit  \npuffs, wrists cuffed straight to the peg-board wall. Elbows cuffed as well, straps even just above  \nthe shoulders. The tiger was sitting on the floor, the only padding under his butt a few ratty old  \ncouch cushions someone had taken from the junk storage room. Feet were shackled to spots in the  \nfloor, knees forced to stay bent by metal braces. The tiger appeared to be sleeping, until Mason  \nturned the lights up to normal. Then, eyes popped open, orange and black stripes shifting as the  \ntiger moved and heaved. He tried to yawn, jaw already open almost as far as it could go, a huge red  \nball gag stuffed inside. It was a Tormentor gag, the straps leading behind the head and neck,  \nattached to a posture collar, a lever on the side to pump up the ball.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Uh, hi kitty-kitty,\" Mason said, setting the collection tool on the work bench by the computer. The  \nfox logged in, then opened a glove drawer, taking out a pair of black rubber gloves. He pulled them  \nover his wrists, then picked up the collector again and approached the tiger. \"If you're good, it  \nwon't take very long. Uh, they said that cats don't take long, I mean.\"  \n  \nThe tiger responded by growling, chewing at the gag, then hissing. Spit oozed out over the ball,  \nover black lips, and down the beast's chin onto his neck. The tiger started to move, managing to  \nstrain at the leather straps holding his biceps against the wall. Mason backed up a step. The fox  \nknew that the tiger was bound up with equipment that could hold down the entire group all at once,  \nbut the complaints from the bindings didn't made him feel very well. Mason crept over and knelt  \ndown, then fooled with the tiger's cock. It was held up in a harness, strapped up tight against the  \nbeast's crotch, a rubber sleeve over it with a tube that ran to a drain in the floor. He took the  \nsleeve off, then let his gloved fingers play with the straps. \"See? I'm nice. I'm just gonna do  \nthis, and then you'll feel all better.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The fox released the captive tiger's cock and it flopped down, throbbing a little. The tiger snarled  \nand spit again, this time shoving the ball out of the way with his tongue enough that a big splat of  \nsaliva could fling out and hit the fox in the shirted chest.  \n  \n\"Unrh, yuck! What the hell?  \n  \nThe tiger pulled his lips back then did it again, hissing in short huffs, flinging his head back and  \nforth. Another big slop of drool landed on Mason's black boot.  \n  \n\"They didn't say you'd fucking spit on me!\" Mason growled, a tiny sound compared to the rib-rattling  \nsnorts and grunts from the tiger. The fox cleared his throat hard, then spit all over the tiger's  \ngagged face. \"How do you like that, huh?\"  \n  \nThe tiger responded with a jerk of the cock, the length swinging up and spraying Mason all over the  \nleg and boot with an arc of piss. The fox squealed and - facing the prospect of punishment for  \nmessing up his boots - kicked the tiger in the cock. The animal snarled and roared into the gag,  \ncock jerking and spraying out more piss until a little just dribbled from the head. The tiger's cock  \nwas almost as big around as Mason's wrist, a good foot long.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mason wasn't a tough sort, but the tiger was a problem. Impossibly strong, it scared him, but the  \nbeast was also quickly raising the fox's ire. Mason looked around the beast's body, finally settling  \non the nipples. \"Hey. Look at you, sitting here with your nippls all hard. Is it cold in here. Nah.  \nAre you happy or something?\" Mason reached over and stroked a black-rubbered finger around one of  \nthe acorn-sized nubs. The fur around it prickled up, the pink flesh swelling, a low rumble coming  \nout of the tiger's chest. \"Oh, you like that? You like it? Aww. Big kitty's a pervert.\"  Mason  \nplayed with the nipple, twisting and stroking it, pinching it in his gloved fingers.  \n  \nThe huge siberian responded by shaking his head and spitting again, some of it flinging across  \nMason's ear. \"You shit!\" the fox yowled, and beat the tiger's lower jaw with the collection tool.  \nThe cylinder clacked against teeth, the tiger roaring out and snarling, ears splaying, fur sticking  \nup between the ears. There was a little trickle of blood. \"Oh fuck. Fuck, can I do that?\" Mason  \nrrfed, rushing over to the computer log. He read through all the rules. \"No Major Injuries.\" A fat  \nlip wasn't very major.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I know. I know what'll get you to calm down a little,\" Mason said. It was late, he'd been awakened  \nfrom deep sleep, and he was pissed off at having to tend to a huge captive. His head was starting to  \nspin through all kinds of ideas, cock throbbing in his fatigues. The fox stepped over and grabbed  \nfor the pump lever on the Tormentor collar, then started to squeeze and work it. The gag started to  \nswell and expand, the heavy red rubber slowly pushing outwards on the tiger's teeth, bulging between  \nthem. The tiger quickly stopped being pissed off and started looking panicked, ears splayed, trying  \nto yowl and snarl into the gag. The ball was made with a cylinder inside as part of the inflator, so  \nit extended and started pushing rubber along the tongue and back towards the throat. After a good  \nfifty pumps, the tiger was starting to choke and gag, drool pouring down his chin, dribbling down  \nthe massive cords of his neck.  \n  \n\"Yeah, that worked good. Now, be a good kitty-kitty, and let me suck your balls dry,\" Mason said,  \none side of his muzzle twisting up. He approached and knelt again, taking the collector and pushing  \nit over the tiger's half-hard cock, the black sleeve inside gripping at the shaft. Mason started  \nsqueezing the pump handle, a little indicator moving from white to green, the tube slurping down  \nover the tiger's cock until the engorged head popped free of the sleeve inside, bulging and swollen  \nby the suction. The cock's owner groaned and gasped, teeth squeaking at the lettuce-head-sized gag.  \nMason kept pumping, following the instructions on the squeeze handle, watching the little suction  \nindicator creep over to red. As soon as it filled with red, the device clicked and air hissed back  \nin, the sleeve squeezing the cock and helping push it out a little. The fox kept working the handle,  \nthe indicator tripping to white and then starting to suck again, the tiger's shaft engorging  \ninside.  \"Jesus, this is kind of hot. I bet that feels good, huh? Like you're getting the hardest  \nblow ever,\" Mason said, patting the tiger's thigh. The beast tried to kick, but unlike the arm  \nrestraints, the metal 'elbows' keeping his knees bent wouldn't budge.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It wasn't incredibly easy work, Mason's hand quickly tiring, switching hands as he worked the pump,  \nmanually stroking and sucking on the tiger's cock via hard suction. The tiger was shivering and  \ngrunting, massive pecs and abs straining and flexing, arms yanking at the strap restraints, wrists  \ntwisting as the No-Hit pads smacked each other far above the tiger's head. \"God damn, come already!  \nThis is gonna give me fucking tennis elbow or something!\" Mason growled, and started jerking the  \ncylinder back and forth. The tiger started to grunt and roar, cockhead spasming, a little white  \ndrool oozing out of the slit. The fox pushed a little lever on the pump and shoved the cylinder all  \nthe way down, until a little rubber tube jabbed into the piss-slit. The tiger climaxed, cock bucking  \nin the collector, seed rocketing into the collection part of it, white gushes flooding up the  \nsuction tube and getting trapped into part of the pump handle.  \n  \nThe tiger's climax ended and the beast screamed from over stimulation. Mason unhooked the vial, full  \nof hot white seed, and air rushed into the cylinder, the clear tube falling off the tiger's reddened  \ncock. Mason walked over to the little port by the door and opened it up, stuck the vial in, then  \nclosed it. He pushed a button and a chime sounded outside. \"See? That wasn't so bad. Boy, look at  \nyour dick. That's kind of hot,\" Mason said, and stepped over, lifting the engorged, drooping length  \nwith his piss-wet boot toe. Mason looked at the timer; he still had about ten minutes and the  \nofficer outside wasn't rushing over to pick up the sample.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The fox, still annoyed that he'd gotten splattered with saliva and tiger-piss, walked back over to  \nthe siberian. He held up the suction hose for the collector and stuck it against one of the tiger's  \nnipples. He started pumping, suction pulling on the pink flesh, eventually popping it inside. It  \ndidn't look like the nub would fit, and it didn't really. The tiger roared and screamed, drool  \npouring out of his massively-gagged muzzle, leaving his chin slick. \"Wow. That's gotta suck. Haha,  \nget it? I bet it really hurts, huh?\" Mason let the suction hiss off; the nub was an angry purple. He  \ntook the pump part of the collector and turned it around, then started squeezing down on the handle,  \ntrapping the nub between moving parts. He squeezd down, then tugged off with a snap; the tiger  \nlurched, body yanking so hard that one of the big leather arm straps came loose with a pop, part of  \nits buckle flinging across the room.  \n  \n\"Uh, whoops,\" Mason said, and backed up, to the door. He looked at where he'd put the sample; it  \nstill had a red light, meaning no one had come by. He crouched down and looked under the door. After  \na few moments, boots came by.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Psst! Hey! Pick up the damn sample!\" Mason hissed under it.  \n  \n\"Mason, that you? I ain't a nurse, go back to suckin' kitty balls.\"  A black tailtip showed up in  \nview; it was another tiger, Bricklin, whose name was usually just shortened to the construction  \nmaterial.  \n  \n\"Brick, you idiot, just take it out and run it over.\"  \n  \n\"Nuh-uh, I was just pissin'. It's five in the fucking morning, I'm going back to sleep.\"  \n  \n\"Brick! At least open the door. I kinda, uhm, I kind of screwed up some of his restraints. Like he  \nripped a strap off.\"  \n  \nThe door beeped and clacked open. The tiger, dressed in the same boots, fatigues, and tank shirt,  \nwasn't quite the size of the siberian shackled to the wall, but he still dwarfed Mason. \"Crap,\"  \nBrick said, and locked the door. The tiger walked over, inspecting the other striped beast. \"Poor  \nthing. Shit, what'd you do, try to milk the wrong part?\"  \n  \n\"Shut up, Brick, just fix it!\" Mason said, antsy. He still had a hard-on, and grabbed at it. \"I  \nwanna get out of here. I'm kinda horny. That was hot, watching him squirt.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mason's compatriot inspected the broken latch for the strap, fingering at it. \"Wow, he's sure st-\"  \n  \nThe black fox swiped the Tazer off Brick's duty belt and fired it at the tiger's lower back. Brick  \nlet out a hiss and fell to the ground as the Tazer snapped. \"Sweet!\" the fox hissed, then cackled a  \nlittle. He pulled on the trigger until it snapped and broke off, wedged into the gun's body, the  \ntiger lying twitching on the ground. Mason quickly took one of the keys from Brick's keyring and ran  \nit over to the storage cabinets by the workbench and hauled out all kinds of gear. \"Haha, this is  \nawesome. Brick, you suck! I can't believe you fell for it!\"  \n  \nThe fox's rubber-clad hands quickly handcuffed Brick's wrists behind his back, then turned off the  \ntazer. \"Ffffffffuck! Fuck fuck fuckfuck! You asshole! You shithead!\" Brick hollered out.  \n  \n\"Oh come on, they said I had to work the tiger over. They didn't say which one. I mean it could have  \nbeen you, you know? You're a tiger.\"  \n  \n\"You're an idiot!\" Brick snorted. Mason held up another gag, shaped like a dildo with a big rubber  \nplate. \"Oh fuck, don't put that in my mouth, don't put that in-mrfhh, unnrh, UHNRF!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mason was not a wimp. He was strong, very strong. The fox was supposed to play along, but he wasn't  \nplaying any more. Or rather, he was playing by his rules. It was too hard to avoid the lure, too  \nhard to resist the call of a little disobedience. The gag was easy to shove in, once Brick started  \nto complain. It was easy to lock the bracket for it around behind the new tiger's head. \"Awesome.  \nLook at that. Two gagged tigers. Oh man, this is going to rock. Okay. Let's see.\"  \n  \nThe fox swiped at the struggling tiger's duty belt, grabbing a nightstick from it. He flicked the  \nstun switch on, and jabbed the army cat in the stomach, watching Brick lurch. \"Come on, stand up.  \nStand up! They taught you how to fucking stand up with handcuffs on, didn't they? GET UP!\" Mason  \nyelled.  \n  \nBrick grunted and started to struggle, twisting around, knees up, boots stomped onto the ground.  \nWith a few more struggles, the musclebound tiger finally managed to stomp one boot \\*behind\\* the  \nhandcuff chain. He dragged the heel forward, snorting and grunting, chewing on the cock-gag stuffed  \nin his mouth. The next heel came in front of the chain, then finally he contorted himself enough to  \nbring his arms around under his boots, standing up. \"Urrhrn, ahh gaahhh looffh, ffff-\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mason beat Brick in the face with the nightstick, then stabbed him in the throat and zapped him.  \nMason was smart; he poked right at the front, so he didn't accidentally knock the cat out. Instead,  \nBrick just jerked and twitched. Mason kept pushing, backing the struggling, gagged tiger back across  \nthe room until he bumped into the captive siberian. \"Guess what? Guess what? I don't think that  \nsample's enough. You're gonna need to help me get another one. Haha!\" Mason cackled, stunning Brick  \none more time. The army tiger grunted and lost his balance, crushing down backwards onto the  \nsiberian's lap. The huge-gagged tiger looked down at the thing in his lap, then over at Mason. He  \nlet out a \"hrruh?\" into the gag.  \n  \n\"Shut up, you're gonna fuck his asshole.\" Mason said, and stood up onto the siberian's thighs, then  \ntook Brick's wrists up high and put them behind the siberian's neck. Mason stuck a hand into his  \nfatigues and brought out a padlock, then locked the cuff chain to the back of the captive's collar.  \n\"See, I always carry some locks around. I mean, in this place? Shit, you can always lock someone to  \nsomeone else if you get bored. \"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Brick was at an angle that kept him from doing anything useful; attempts to stand up and get away  \nstrained his thighs until they bulged out into the camo-pattern fabric, boots skidding on the wet  \nfloor from where the giant siberian had pissed earlier.  \n  \n\"Okay, let's see here. I know. We gotta get that big kitty hard again after he squirted in that  \nfucking thing.\" Mason ran over to the workbench and grabbed some things out of the supply drawer.  \nFlat-bladed clamps with chains on them. The fox rushed back to the two tigers and quickly took the  \nclamps and squashed them over the siberian's nipples, getting a roar and a pile of drool from the  \ngagged tiger's mouth. The fox then took out another couple of small padlocks and hooked the chain to  \neach side of Brick's gag straps. \"Ooh. Look at that. You wanna thrash around and spit on me like he  \ndid, Brick?\" Mason sneered, face inches from the new tiger's face. \"Well, then you'll pull on his  \nnips and he'll thrash and probably skewer your heart with his big dick. Oh yeah, the dick.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mason crouched down and pulled out his bowie knife, then slashed open Brick's fatigues. The siberian  \nwas already getting hard again, and it didn't take much to get Brick aligned so that the huge  \ntiger's come-slimed dick could poke at the right spot. Mason lifted up a booted foot and stepped  \ndown on Brick's crotch, pinning the cat back down. Brick screamed and hollered into the gag,  \nviolated so roughly by the larger feline's pumped and swollen cock.  \n  \n\"Mmmf, man. Look at that. Look at that,\" Mason said, standing back. He fished his cock out of his  \nfatigues, fondling it in a rubber-gloved hand. \"Hey, I know. I got another trick, huh? This is what  \nyou get for hiring foxes, huh, we're always sneaky and shit.\"  \n  \nThe black fox crouched down and took his knife, slicing at some of Brick's fatigues. He tore a strip  \noff from crotch to boot cuff, then held it up. \"Aww shit. No, this ain't gonna work. You tigers are  \nstrong.\" Mason then unlaced one of Brick's boots, pulling the lacings out. Brick tried to kick, and  \nMason ended up standing on the steel-toed foot to keep it still. Once he had the rawhide boot lace  \nout, he bent down and started wrapping it around Brick's heft ballsac, then knotted it off. He  \nreached back, winding it around the siberian's, both cats letting out gurgling caterwauls as Mason  \ntied their balls together.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You think you can fuck yourself on his dick? C'mon, Brick, you're a big man, you can do it. Strain  \nthose big fucking tiger legs, huh?\"  \n  \nBrick shook his head, quickly getting his head shaken back as the siberian snarled and coughed, the  \nbig tiger's chest heaving and yanking Brick's around by his gag strap via the nipple clamps. \"C'mon,  \nwhy the fuck can't you just work your ass a little or something?\" Mason snarled, and punched Brick  \nin the chest with a rubbery thump. Then again, and again, the vulpine using Brick as a punching bag,  \nthe tiger lurching and snorting, coughing into the dick-gag as his muscles were pounded by sharp,  \ngloved knuckles. Mason punched Brick in the throat and the tiger coughed and sprayed drool out the  \nsides of his gagged muzzle, finally starting to strain, muscles trying to lift himself up. Thighs  \nflexing hard, muscle bulging under the patterened camo, arms yanking up at the siberian's neck,  \nBrick tried to ride the captive tiger's cock.  \n  \n\"Fuck, fuck, fuck,\" Mason hissed, stroking himself hard, precum hanging off his cock in a huge  \ndrool. The fox came unexpectedly, yelling and screaming, seed pumping out all over Brick's battered  \nchest.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Seconds later, a chime sounded and the lights swung up to full power,  the door popping open with a  \nloud clack. Mason snorted and looked around; the computer's screen flicked over to a boring-looking  \ncomputer desktop, the little 'sample chamber' opened up, the electrically-held floor and wall  \nshackles for the siberian clacked loose. The Tormentor gag released, air hissing out as it shrunk;  \nthe siberian shoved it out  to hang below his chin.  \n  \n\"Whuff, god damn,\" The huge tiger grunted. \"What the hell happened?\"  \n  \nBrick snorted and thrashed; he was still impaled on the huge cat's dick. Someone came into the door.  \n\"Time's up. Time to let the big kitty go ho... fuck, Mason, what the hell are you doing?\"  \n  \nThe black fox turned around, cock still dripping. He wiped it off and flicked the spunk to the  \nfloor. \"Uh, uhm. Abusing him?\"  \n  \nThe someone was another fox, a significantly larger red fox. \"Thank god you decided to screw things  \nup right at the end. Mr. Clarke there paid to be part of a secret government experiment to do  \nsomething with his DNA, and you go and take Bricklin and hang him from our visitor like he's on a  \ncoat rack!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Actually, he's uh, he's kind of sitting on the big guy's dick,\" Mason said, rubbing the back of his  \nneck. It was wet; he took his hand away and yowled, grunting at having smeared his own seed into his  \nfur.  \n  \n\"Well, you go get him off and apologize,\" the bigger fox said. \"To Mr. Clarke,  Brick's probably  \nabout to shoot off.\" The red fox then left and went down the hall. Mason grumbled and lashed his  \ntail, then went over and unhooked the handcuffs from Bricklin's wrists. The tiger quickly reached  \ndown and untied his balls, rolling over to the side, groaning in anguish as he twitched and fiddled  \nwith the gag, the siberian's cock uplugging.  \n  \n\"Sorry I screwed up your weekend,\" Mason said, not looking at the siberian.  \n  \n\"Oh naww, that was awesome! I thought you went fuckin' crazy! All those guys actin' all cold and  \nstuff, gets kinda boring when you're chained to a wall.\"  \n  \nMason took the keys he'd stolen from Brick back out of a pocket and unlocked the big tiger's knee  \nbraces, the siberian rising up and grunting, joints cracking. The beast reached down and ruffled  \nMason between the ears. \"Well, gotta get going. Thanks a lot, guys. Never thought my other half  \nwould spring for this kind of thing.\" The siberian lumbered out of the room, walking stiffly, tail  \nsmacking the door on his way out.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Brick stood up and beat Mason in the back of the head with his gag. \"I hope you get fined or have to  \nlick the Commander's boots for a week until all the polish comes off or some shit,\" he growled, then  \nstomped out after the other tiger.  \n  \nThe black fox just hmmfed, waiting until both other animals were out of sight before leaving the  \nroom.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}