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The Milking Farm: Falling Behind

Chapter 2

By Draconicon

Damo had arrived at the Milking Farm almost two weeks ago. In that time, he had attempted three escapes, been cornered by other prisoners five times, and had been taken to the Warden on four separate occasions. On each of these occasions, whether he had been cornered by the Warden, or a prisoner, or caught by a guard, the result was the same, leaving him with an ass leaking cum for the rest of the day. And that was before he was taken in to be milked towards his Release Fund.

His most recent one had been almost disappointingly small, as the badger operating his machine had told him. The bear didn't really know what that meant, considering that the container was out of his sight for most of the session, but the way that the badger had looked at him, he knew that it wasn't particularly good.

Naked as all of the other prisoners, Damo wandered through the small cluster of buildings that the prisoners were allowed in the main room of the prison. He still couldn't believe that the place housed them like this, all together out in the open, rather than in separate cells. Various dormitories, laid out a bit like chicken coops, were given to different prisoners for privacy, but they were unused except during the night, when the population of the prison bunked down for sleep. If there was any daylight, they were out in the open, and doing...well, whatever they felt like doing.

The prison allowed them a great deal of freedom, he had to admit. He turned his head, seeing Fallon the Stallion and his mouse Richie enjoying themselves. They'd had their milking early in the morning, instead of in the afternoon like him, so they were more than recharged by this point. The smaller white mouse was bobbing his head up and down the massive horse cock like it was the best thing that he'd ever had in his mouth. If one was going by sheer size, Damo had to admit that it was one hell of a prize. Not the biggest one in the prison, but he doubted that Richie would be able to get past the guardian of that particular cock.

Fallon looked up at him as he passed, lazily waving a dark furred hand, the ragged white hair that hung from his wrist sagging down his arm for a moment before falling back over his hand. "Ho there, bear," the horse said. "Long session?"

"Too long, Fallon, too long," Damo said with a shake of his head. He supposed that was probably obvious; his fur was soaked with sweat and matted against his skin, and his cock had yet to withdraw into his sheath, still half rigid from the way that it had been sucked on by the machine. "They said something about my load being really small today, too. Not sure why. I felt like I was coming my guts out in there."

"Heh, they just get cranky when they start losing a bit of the product," the horse said. He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Unless they say it a few times in a row, there's nothing to really worry about." Grunting, the horse's hips bucked a few times, driving a good portion of his cock into the mouse's mouth. "Damn, Richie, it'll come eventually. Don't be so impatient, boy."

Shaking his head a little bit at the two prisoners, the bear walked on. Other males were doing some similar stuff if they'd had their milkings earlier in the day, while those that had their milkings yet to come were edging themselves a bit to the shows that they got. Some few, like him, were laying down on the ground or under the shade of the edges of their dormitories. It wasn't much, but in the warm warehouse, even the illusion of coolness was nice. Particularly after being pushed through the milking process.

Damo rubbed his ass a bit as he remembered his own. They'd upgraded the 'anal stimulator' a few times since he'd gotten here, since his ass had started loosening up and 'accommodating' different cocks really easily. They'd started using a Thor dildo today, and it was enough of a step up from the last dildo that he still winced a little bit as he walked. Satisfying, though. He had to admit that it was satisfying.

Several prisoners looked at him contemplatively, and there was one wolf that looked at his ass as he passed in a way that was almost flattering. He danced out of the way of a groping hand, though. "Sorry, just milked," Damo said in explanation.

The wolf nodded, but growled a bit. "Come by tonight, Honeybutt?" he asked.

Stifling a groan, Damo shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe," he said in a carefully neutral voice. "I'll see if I can get out Draconicon's dorm. He's been riding my ass hard lately."

"Heh, he'll do that. I'm surprised that he was satisfied with just that raccoon ass for so long," the wolf said with a chuckle, growling again in a most lustful tone. "I'll keep the door open if you can sneak out. I know how much your ass loves a good knotting. Am I right?" He laughed, walking the other way, and Damo continued on his way.

He honestly didn't mind some good times with some of the other prisoners, but some of them were just sadistic. The wolf was one of the worst. The last time that he had been pinned by Yachek there - or as he was better known in the papers, The Ravager - he had gotten away with a ripped up hole and claw marks halfway down his stomach and over his legs. Yachek was an animal, far more than most of the prisoners were.

Yet, he wasn't the worst in the camp. Damo's fur stood on edge despite being utterly soaked as he passed by one of the dormitories. It was painted bright red, unlike the other dorms that were brown or black or similar colors, and it was limited to four people while the other dorms had about enough room for six to ten people. Despite the overcrowding of most of the dorms, though, nobody wanted to get stuck with the two current inhabitants of this one.

The two of them, wolverines, sat on the front step of the dorm. They were twins. The Twins, as he had heard them called when he was brought in. Each one stood almost as tall as Fallon, and they had just as much muscle as the large horse did. Their fur was cut short, almost like a buzz cut on some of the military officials that he had seen, and in some places it was thin enough for him to be able to see the skin beneath, a rarity in most of the furred kind.

But the thing that made them dangerous lay between their legs. Not their cocks, as most of the population had probably once thought - though those were big enough to be concerned about - but their balls. They were huge, each one at least the size of one and a half fists. Wolverines in general were angry most of the time, and at the best of times they were grumpy. Wolverines with massive balls that were creating massive doses of testosterone around the clock were just plain insane. Damo had seen them leap on top of some of the guards during patrols and rip them to pieces before the others had come down, and more than a few prisoners had been sent to the infirmary because of the two of them.

He'd only had the bravery to ask them why they did it once. Their answer was to send him to the infirmary, and he'd almost lost an ear because of the way they'd cut him up with teeth and claws. Just the thought brought a hand to his ear, rubbing at the scar that was left behind.

They stared at him as he walked by, and he forced himself to keep his eyes off of them, and to not hurry. It wasn't guaranteed to keep them from chasing him, but it worked better than just plain running. Besides, there were other prisoners that would love to trip him, make him fall and leave him for the Twins to work over.

Thankfully they seemed to be in a bit of a better mood today. They growled at him, but they remained by their dormitory. As long as they weren't chasing him, he was happy.

It didn't take long after that to reach his own dorm, and he pushed the door open. "Draconicon? Angelo?" he called out. "You in here?"

A pair of tails raised up, waving at the bear, and he breathed a soft sigh of relief. He took a step inside and shut the door again. "I'm glad that you're in. The Twins were out again, and the last thing I need is to stay outside while they're thinking of prowling."

"Still freaked out by them, Honeybutt?" the dragon asked from his shadowed bed.

"They just about bit off my ear!" Damo protested.

"But they didn't, did they? Get over it, pussy," the dragon muttered under his breath. He sounded like he was talking into his pillow, from the way that his voice was muffled. "More important stuff, anyway. How was your milking?"

The bear shook his head. The milkings. It always came back to that in this place. He could understand it, he supposed. The milkings were how they earned their way out. The money that the Farm made through selling their 'product' went to something that they called the Release Fund, and when they reached the end of that, they were released.

Then again, it was just about the only thing that could give anyone a fresh thing to talk about. There were no newspapers in the Milking Farm, no books. The different prisoners weren't allowed any sort of entertainment other than what they could find in their imagination or through each other, which meant that there was a lot of sex, and a lot of weird topics of conversation. Sex tended to be the thing that lasted longer, though; most of the prisoners weren't imaginative enough to carry on a good conversation for the years that they were stuck behind the walls.

Ignoring the pungent scent of sweat and musk that filled the entire dorm, Damo made his way towards the far end of the room. The raccoon who was his other dorm-mate slowly pulled himself up from the bed, waving over at the bear with a small grin. He got out of the dragon's bed, and the bear couldn't help but smile at the way that his ass leaked cum with each movement. Apparently they'd been having a little bit of fun while he was getting milked. They were the only couple to do that, regardless of when their milking was. He still didn't quite understand why.

Sitting down on one of the empty beds, he said, "I got a Thor dildo today."

"Sounds like a good stretch," Angelo said, his arms going over his head before settling at his sides, his banded tail twitching from side to side. "Not as good as my dragon here, but a good stretch."

"Your dragon?" Draconicon muttered.

"Yeah, my dragon. My ass owns your cock, don't you know that?"

"Pretty sure it's the other way around, love."

"Not a chance in hell. What would you do without my ass? Where'd you get your relief without my big round booty?" The raccoon giggled, and Damo couldn't help but do the same. The two of them were strange, but they were very close to each other.

The dragon slowly rolled over in bed. He looked at the raccoon for a moment, but rather than answering, he just grabbed the raccoon's head. Forcing him down against his crotch, he held him down until the sounds of tongue on cock could be heard. "I think that settles who owns who," Draconicon said.

As though it were as normal as talking with an acquaintance over a dinner table, the dragon looked up at the bear. "So, how did the milking go? You didn't say, Honeybutt," he said, his voice raised slightly to be heard over the slurping raccoon on his cock.

"Why do you guys keep calling me that?" Damo asked, a little blush on his face. "I don't really mind it from you guys, but I kinda want to know why everyone in the Farm keeps calling me that."

"You're a bear. And a slut, too."

Damo blinked at the dragon's bluntness, and Draconicon shrugged. "You're a slut, Honeybutt. You walked in here because of a sex crime, you've bent over for the Warden four times, you got fucked by I don't know how many of the different prisoners here, and you are so loose that you can take a Thor without walking all that funny. And you're a bear, and like honey." He waved his hand. "There, name explained. Now answer the question."

"Alright, alright." Damo shook his head a few times, his hands on his knees. "Well...I don't know just how much I was milked. I know that I felt like I was cumming out gallons, but it always feels like that, doesn't it?" Draconicon nodded, clawed hand rubbing the raccoon's head as he sucked and licked. Damo felt his cock rise just a bit at that, but it was a tiny gesture after the milking. It just took so much out of him that he knew it would go back down in a few seconds. "Um, the badger at my machine told me that I was letting out a really small amount. I think he said disappointingly small."

The dragon shook his head. "Yeah, you're screwed."

Blinking, the bear turned around, looking over his shoulder, and then looked at the dragon again. "Uh, could you maybe explain? When you talk like that, it goes right over my head."

Groaning, Draconicon pushed the raccoon away from his crotch. "Angelo, you wanna explain?"

"Only if you wanna stick that up my ass again," Angelo said.

"Such a good little slut." The big black dragon lifted the raccoon up, and slowly pulled himself upright in the bed. His cock stuck straight out, too long and big to point upwards on its own. Pre and spit made it more than a little shiny looking, and the musk coming off of it competed with the established smell of the room. It was over a foot long, though Damo didn't really know how much more. He'd wanted it up his ass more than a few times, but Angelo guarded the dragon's cock pretty seriously. Other prisoners had walked away with a black eye and blue balls when they'd tried to press the matter a little too hard.

The size difference between the dragon and raccoon was enough that Draconicon could pick the raccoon up and carry him easily, and he did that now. The bear watched as the raccoon was lifted off of the bed and held in the air. The dragon's tail reached up and aimed his cock upwards, and he slowly lowered the raccoon onto it. It slid into the raccoon's ass easily enough, lubed by spit and cum. Now that the bear thought about it, the raccoon's ass was probably pretty accustomed to cock as well, considering how much it was fucked by the dragon.

The dragon lowered the raccoon halfway down his cock before just dropping him, and the raccoon's yelp of pleasure was loud enough that Damo was sure that it could be heard outside of their little dorm. Gripping the raccoon by the hips, the dragon lifted and lowered him like a giant furry fleshlight, grunting and moaning softly as he fucked the raccoon's big butt.

"Well..." Angelo explained, already panting. "The machines...milk us a lot...so we're...expected to...get our loads bigger...over time."

"What, like with muscle building?"

"Yeah, kinda." Angelo nodded, his cock pointing out and leaking pre from being filled again and again, and his balls - almost as big as the Twins - flopping up and down with the way that the dragon used him. "Oh gods, Draconicon...you're good...A-anyway...when we don't make better loads...they kinda...get mad. They'll usually...find a way to...oooh...make you make more...more product."

Damo gulped. "Make...make me make more?" he asked ."How?"

"Dunno...never happened...to me..." Angelo panted, gasping in pleasure when the dragons thrusts hit his prostate. "Might ask...ask Yachek...I heard...that he was....pretty low production...when he arrived."

The bear shook his head rapidly at that option. Yachek would leave him bleeding out of his ass if he went to him wanting a favor, or having a question. "There's gotta be someone else," he said. "You know of anyone else that would know something about this?"

"Well...the guards, obviously," Angelo said, his eyes starting to roll back in his head ."Oh...oh yes, yes...YES! Oh, YES!" he shouted as he hit his climax. His balls pulled up as much as they could, considering their weight, and emptied a load of cum. At his height, being pulled up and down by the dragon, the cumshot was able to hit the bear, and it did. Several streams of musky coon cum landed on his legs, on the tops of his feet, and even a little bit on his balls.

He didn't bother trying to find something to wipe it off, and instead just rubbed it into his fur, mixing the smell with the other cum that had gotten stuck in his fur during the last few days. It'd come out during the next shower time that he earned, he figured. Until then, there was no point in really letting it sit on top and get all crusty.

The dragon pulled the raccoon off of his cock after he had his orgasm a few seconds later, and the raccoon's ass leaked cum almost as soon as the dragon's cock was out. Setting Angelo down to let him recover, the dragon leaned forward. "Look. If you want to know why you're screwed, you either need to talk to Yachek, to one of the guards, or find a way to get the medical techs around the machines to tell you. Talking to Yachek is the only way that you don't break the rules."

"Come on, don't you know?" Damo asked. "I mean, you're the one that's telling me that I'm screwed because I'm not making enough cum. How bad could it be?"

The dragon's eyes, white and empty, looked into his. He hadn't seen the dragon so serious yet, and he couldn't help but just stare back. "Honeybutt, this place survives, financially, by making sure that they have a massive amount of cum for sale and for use in research. They prefer it all natural, but they have a lot of ways to make you cum more. Different machines, different techniques. And Yachek will tell you, they're not all that pleasant, not all of them."

"But...but they're just making us cum! It can't be that bad."

"Did you cum when you were fucked by the Warden the first time?"

Damo blinked. "Well...well, yeah, I did, but -"

"Did you enjoy it when he tore holes in your ass with his knot?"

"No, I didn't but-"

"Did you cum when Yachek fucked you?"

Lowering his head, the bear sighed. "I get your point, okay? We can cum when we hate things. But you're talking about it like it's some sort of nightmare monster that's fucking us, not some machine. And for that matter, some nightmare monsters are pretty damn hot."

Chuckling, the dragon nodded. "Oh, I'll admit that. I just don't know what it is. But Yachek didn't like it, and the few prisoners that were here before you and suffered it? They didn't like it either. I don't know what goes on in the back rooms, but it's not something that you want to experience yourself, I can promise that." The dragon turned to the raccoon, patting his stomach lightly. The raccoon chirred in response, rolling onto his side and curling his tail up to brush against the dragon's thighs.

Damo sighed, slowly getting to his feet.

"Where are you going?" Angelo asked sleepily.

"Where do you think?" Damo asked. "I'm going to find out just what Yachek put up with, and then I'm going to see if there's any way that I can avoid it."

He walked out of the dorm, shutting the door behind him. A couple of smaller rats ran away from the building's side as he did, and Damo shook his head a few times. Voyeurs. This entire place was full of voyeurs. Including him, he realized as he turned his head to a couple of wolves rutting in the space between two other dormitories. They were just about ready to knot, and the bear was tempted to stick around to watch the final result.

Still, there was something a little more important that he had to do right now. He didn't quite believe the dragon when he talked about what would happen if he continued to under-produce - or, well, what could happen - but he didn't want to risk having more problems with the management. Just the thought of the guards having a little more 'fun' with him in some way, while somewhat appealing, was something he wanted to avoid. Some of the guards were worse than the prisoners, though usually not more than once. The Warden was good for something, at least.

Turning his head from the fucking pair, Damo walked along the dorms again. A couple of guards walking the catwalks above them caught his attention, and he wondered just which of the prisoners they were looking over now. If he could see their faces, he could make some guesses - all the different guards had their favorites after all - but they were too far away for him to tell that. Then again, they might just be keeping an eye on the Twins.

It didn't matter. He needed to find Yachek.

Ignoring the few gropes that he couldn't avoid as best he could, he managed to make his way to the wolf's dorm. The door was open, so he poked his head around the side of the door frame. "Yachek?" he called.

The wolf was sitting on one of the beds, and his cock was out and hard. Even from the door, Damo could smell the masculine musk pouring off of the wolf, and he could see a few lines of pre running down the side of the red rocket sticking upwards.

Yachek took his hand off of his knot, wiping his fingers off on the bedsheets. "Heh, I thought you weren't coming around until tonight, Honeybutt." He stood up, curling a finger. "Get over here, slut, and show me that ass. I still got a few loads left that the milking machine didn't get."

"I actually...actually wanted to ask you a favor, Yachek," Damo said. He stepped forward hesitantly, his body remembering the last time that the wolf got his hands on him. He got on his knees, figuring it was the safest position for the moment, and crawled towards him. "I actually, um, had a question for you...and I'll do you a favor, if you'll answer it."

"You'll do a lot for me whatever I do, Honeybutt." The wolf's hand went back to his dick, stroking and squeezing just behind the knot. "And there are no guards in here to keep me off of you, you know. You must wanna know something pretty bad."

You have no idea, Damo thought to himself, but kept his mouth shut. Remaining on all fours, he crawled over the dorm floor. The other beds were empty, he noticed. Yachek's bunk-mates must have been elsewhere, either milked or doing something with the other prisoners. There were no witnesses. That gave him very little leverage, but at least he could avoid a gangbang for the moment. Any other time he would have wanted that, but with the prisoners here, he preferred to keep his skin in one piece.

The bear slipped between the wolf's legs, and he nuzzled against the wolf's balls. They were a little lighter than he thought, than he remembered when they were slapping against his ass, but then again, they were just emptied. They were supposed to be empty. "I...I heard that you used to be an under-producer," Damo said.

The wolf stiffened, and Damo felt Yachek's gaze burrowing into the back of his head. "Why are you bringing that up?"

"Well...I heard that there were things that happened to prisoners that didn't produce enough cum for the Farm, and I was wondering - "

"If I'd tell you what the Farm does to the fuckers that don't have enough cum to satisfy them?" Yachek's heavy paw grabbed the bear's head, and Damo whimpered at the claws that sunk through his fur, pricking at his skin. The wolf pulled him back from his crotch, glaring down at him. "What the hell are you thinking, Honeybutt? Who put you up to this?"

"The...the dragon...he said....he said you'd know..." Damo panted.

Growling, the wolf shoved him back, hard. As Damo bounced off of one of the other bed frames, the wolf pounced on him, grabbing him by the neck and shoving him to the ground. "Nobody else knows about that, Honeybutt. Got it? Nobody else knows about that."

Damo slowly nodded his head, but didn't say anything. The pissed off look in the wolf's eyes, the little bit of red that showed through his dark fur, was enough to tell him that the past was embarrassing to Yachek. Maybe there was something in his past that had made him feel a little inadequate about that. But there was no way that he was going to push him on it. He was too attached to his skin to try something like that.

"You get me, Honeybutt? You tell anybody else about this, or let that dragon tell anyone that I used to be an under-producer, and you can kiss these - " Yachek grabbed the bear's balls, squeezing them just hard enough to make Damo whimper, "goodbye. Get me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get you, I get you!" he yelped.

"Good." The squeeze continued for a few seconds before the wolf got control of himself again, pulling his hand back. He took a few deep breaths and sat down on the bed again.

Yachek was quiet enough that Damo almost opened his mouth to prompt him to say something, but the wolf beat him to it. "Here's the deal. I'll tell you what they did to me. It might not be what they'll do to you if you keep under-producing, but it might be. While I do it, you're going to be sucking my cock as hard as you can. If I don't blow a load down your throat by the time that I finish talking, then you're going to be sleeping here tonight. With me, and the other bunk-mates. And we'll use you any way that we like."

The bear paled a bit at the thought. He had been a hell of a deviant outside of the prison - as his record that got him sent here had proven - and he'd had a few orgies under his belt. But this was something different. He knew the guys that Yachek roomed with. Another horse, a draft stallion, an orca that was in here for shoplifting a Total Gym that was already put together, and a completely wacko tiger, who had done...something...to himself that made him both one of the top producers of the Farm and one of the most painful to be fucked by.

But...he needed to know the information. He just had to make sure that his blowjob was one of the best that he had ever given. "Got it," he said. The bear didn't waste a second, quickly crawling between the wolf's legs again and shoving half of the wolf's cock into his mouth in one go, his tongue swirling around it and tasting pre, dried cum, and a few other minor tastes that he couldn't quite identify. A little moan encouraged him, and he thrust his head forward, pressing his lips against Yachek's knot.

After the wolf stifled a second moan, he started to explain. "When I first...first got here, I didn't have a clue...how this place was run," he said. "I got a few good sessions in....then they started talking about my loads decreasing...getting smaller...disappointingly small, I think was what they said."

Damo winced. That was the exact phrase they'd used for him. It wasn't a good sign, he thought as he his hand up, groping the wolf's balls as he slathered the cock with spit, his head bobbing up and down rapidly.

The wet sounds seemed to make the wolf hornier, and push him forward. Damo tasted more pre in his mouth as Yachek continued. "So...one day...after I did worse than ever in the milking machine, and after they stretched out my ass with a Thor dildo -"

Damo winced again, but kept up the sucking, swallowing another spurt of pre.

"They....they grabbed me one night. Took me to a back....back room. God you're good at this," Yachek commented. "Slut..." Shaking his head, he got back on track. "They got me in a back room...cut open my balls. You can...can still see the scars, if you look close."

The bear had never noticed, but with his face so close, he could tell that there were a few little scar lines under the fur. "Those....they cut out my balls, and then....then injected them with some new chemicals. They put 'em back in, but...but...ooooooh!" Yachek grabbed him by the back of the head, forcing him down against his crotch. Damo went with it, his body loose and relaxed as the wolf humped him hard and fast. His nose was filled with musk, and his tongue slipped from side to side as he licked at the wolf's cock.

Before long the knot popped past his lips, and he was trapped against Yachek's crotch. A few little pulses went through the wolf's dick, and then he felt the wolf's load going right down his throat. It was powerful and potent, and he had to swallow rapidly to keep it from gathering in the back of his throat. Thick and strong, it felt like he was swallowing a well blended milkshake rather than the normal slimy cum shot.

Yachek panted when he stopped shooting, and after a few seconds pulled his knot out of the bear's mouth. He sat back down on the bed, shaking his head. "Looks like you get out of the gangbang this time, Honeybutt," he said with a smirk. "Unless you wanna get that slutty ass back here tonight for it anyway?"

"M-maybe," Damo said with a shake of his head. "Now...what about the rest of what happened to you?" he asked, sitting back on his heels. So far, that wasn't a good story, but the wolf had gotten his balls back, and he didn't seem the worse for it.

"Point is, they weren't MY balls anymore," Yachek said. "Those punks did something to 'em. Put something else in my balls besides just the stuff that makes them more productive. Like some kind of...controlling stuff."

"What do you mean?"

Yachek pointed outside. "Why do you think I spend most of my time in the dorm where there's some fine ass out there to be fucked? I CAN'T leave the dorm without the permission of the guards anymore. I keep trying, but I can't get out." His expression must have been disbelieving, because Yachek stood up. "Look, I'll show you."

The wolf stomped into the aisle between the beds, and then charged towards the open door. Damo fully expected him to just run through the opening, and for a moment, it looked like that's what he'd do.

Just as he reached the door frame, though, Yachek howled in pain, and Damo stared. The wolf had gotten to the frame, but as soon as he tried to step outside, he had clutched his balls. They visibly started growing, bubbling and lowering and bulging as something inside churned and expanded. The bear stood rooted to the spot as the wolf crawled back into the dorm, panting and hissing in discomfort.

"What...what was that?" Damo asked, staring in mixed terror and amazement at the wolf's balls. As he crossed the point of no exit, as it were, the canine's balls started to shrink back down to normal again. "What happened?!"

"That happens...every time I try to break one of the guards rules now. If they tell me to do something, and I try to go against it, my balls feel like someone set fire to the insides," Yachek said. He shook his head. "I don't know what the hell they put into me, but it is a hell of an incentive to do what I'm told. And if they do this to you, then you're gonna get the same thing."

The thought of having his balls under someone else's control, to have them burn and grow like that if he did something that the guards thought was wrong, scared the bear. He didn't know if they'd fix his balls after he left the farm,but he doubted it. Anyone that had that kind of control generally didn't want to give it up after they got it. He was in trouble, definitely in trouble. "How can I keep them from doing that to me?"

"Get better at making cum for them," Yachek said. He pulled himself up onto a bed. "Now get the fuck out of here. That hurt like hell, and I don't want to see your face anymore."

"But-"

"I said get out!" The wolf threw a pillow at him, claws and teeth bared as he did. Damo turned and ran, shutting the door behind him.

The bear shook a bit as he walked back to his dorm. The fact that the Farm could exert that much control over the inmates that easily shocked him. Yeah, the place was weird as hell, and it was definitely not a regular prison, but he had thought that they'd be left alone as long as they did what they were supposed to do, that the only consequence of not cumming as much as the others would be that it would take longer to get out of here. Not that they'd be restrained by their own balls if they started breaking rules.

He was in a daze when he walked back into the dorm, barely registering the dragon and raccoon fucking again. They grunted as they made love, doggy-style, but Damo just walked past them and sat down on his bed, staring at the floor.

For about fifteen minutes there was no sound except for a few muttered words between the dragon and the raccoon and their hot panting as they enjoyed themselves. A roar of pleasure made Damo jump, shocking him out of his daze in a second, and he turned to look at them.

Once more the raccoon dismounted the dragon's cock with a satisfied look on his face, shaking his head a few times. "Geez, how do you get better every time, Draconicon?" Angelo asked.

"Heh, I pay attention. That's all there is to it." The dragon patted the raccoon's back, wrapping an arm around him, before turning to the bear. "So, looks like Yachek had some bad news for you, Honeybutt. Gonna share, or keep it to yourself?"

Damo considered just keeping it to himself. It wasn't like the two of them would be able to help anyway, and besides, they weren't in his position. They were so full of cum that they could fuck all day and then be able to deliver whatever the Farm needed for the Release Fund. They probably didn't have a care in the world, at least compared to his own worries.

Then he slapped himself. Mentally, at least. That wasn't fair. They might have a little more luck than he did, but that didn't mean that they didn't have their own worries. They might not show it, but they didn't deserve him thinking like that.

So, he explained. All of the stuff that Yachek showed him, from the scars to the demonstration, to the way that his balls reacted to breaking the rules. The dragon and raccoon listened to him closely, and when he described the reaction, they looked at each other. A glimmer of worry crossed their faces. Damo barely had the chance to see it, but he caught it. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I think I might have heard of something like that," Draconicon said. "If it's what I think it is - can't remember just what the damn thing was called - but if it's what I think it is, then the Ravager's gonna have those problems for the rest of his life."

He sighed as he pressed his face into his hands. "I was afraid of that," the bear sighed. He trembled for a moment before he got himself under control. "How the hell am I going to deal with this? I'm no doctor, I don't know how to make myself cum more so I can get out of this!"

To his surprise, Draconicon and Angelo got off of their bed, and sat down next to him. A scaly and furred arm wrapped around his shoulders, and they hugged him gently. He looked from one to the other. There was no amusement in their eyes, no twinkle of mockery. Just sympathy, empathy. They didn't have answer, but unlike a lot of people in this prison, they weren't going to mock him and say that he should just get used to it either. They actually felt for him.

A little tear sliding out of the corner of his eyes, Damo hugged them back, bowing his head as he was overwhelmed by the whole day.

Draconicon and Angelo stayed with him for a few hours, just holding him and listening to whatever he said - he couldn't remember all of it, but things just spilled out of him as he broke down - and only left him when they had to go in for some milking. When they left, Damo flopped down on his bed, pulling the covers over him and forcing his eyes closed.

He didn't know how long it took him to go to sleep, but he heard the dragon and the raccoon come back before he had drifted off. Both of them patted his shoulder in a comforting way before they went to bed, and somehow, that helped the bear feel a little better as he eventually slipped into sleep.

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When morning came - at least he assumed it was morning, the artificial lights making a similar brightness to dawn - Damo rolled out of bed with a sigh. He shook his head a bit at the lack of his morning wood. Since coming here, that had been almost impossible to get, and after the first morning here, he hadn't had morning wood since. Maybe the ball experiments would be worth it, even if they did give him a lot less control over his situation.

That thought lasted all of three seconds before he shook his head again. "No," Damo muttered to himself. No matter what else that injection did, losing that much control over himself permanently did not appeal at all. Maybe if it was someone that he liked, he might do something like that, but to the guards of a prison? To a werewolf Warden? Not a chance in hell.

As he got to his feet, he reached down and felt his balls. They were slowly getting a little heavier, like they had over the last few days, but that didn't mean a darn thing. Oh, he'd thought that it meant something when he was getting bigger balls, but that was before his load size started declining. Maybe it was just swelling from being used so often, he thought to himself. That might explain why they were getting bigger while his loads were getting smaller. "Great. Visually big, but utterly useless," he muttered to himself.

"I wouldn't call your ass useless, Honeybutt." Draconicon patted his back as he walked by, his tail swaying from side to side as he walked to the door. "Might just be your tool for getting a little help for your problem, you know."

The bear blinked a few times, and not just from looking at the dragon's muscled ass. "Um...huh? I think that one went right over my head. Again."

Chuckling, the dragon nodded for the bear to follow him. "Quiet, now," he said as the bear walked by the raccoon's bed. Angelo was still snoring softly, tail twitching in his sleep. "Don't want to wake him up early. He was busy last night."

More confused than usual when the dragon talked, Damo complied. The two of them walked out into the open yard, walking some distance from the different dorms. Rather than sticking to the wide 'street' between them or going to an alley between them, where they might be unseen by the guards, Draconicon took him to the open area a little further past it. The warm morning air in the Farm already had Damo building up a sweat, and the dragon's black scales were getting a little shiny from it as well.

Draconicon stopped them when they were about a hundred feet from the dorms, and looked up at the catwalks. The guards were watching them, but at the height they were at, they wouldn't hear so well what was going on down at ground level. Nevertheless, he waved the bear a little closer, and Damo complied.

"Honeybutt, I think I got a way for you to avoid getting your balls implanted or injected or whatever it was that happened to Yachek," Draconicon said.

Blinking in confusion again, Damo leaned in closer. "What are you talking about? There's no pills or herbs or anything down here that can help me, and I don't think there are any exercises I can do over the next few days that can get me making big enough loads fast enough."

"Trust me on this one, Honeybutt, just trust me." The dragon tapped his white eyes lightly. "Like I told Angelo, I pay attention." The bear just stared blankly. "You'll see what I mean, don't worry. Now, are you going to listen to me, or are you going to go about your business as usual, and hope for the best? Mind you, the best might be sticking to the dorm, bending over for the Warden every other day, and generally finding your body more torn up and used than you might like."

"You say that like I really have a choice," Damo muttered.

"You do. I've known more than a few sluts that would really like to have that sort of submission to another. But we're talking about you, here. Do you want my advice or not?"

Damo sighed. "Yes. What do you got?"

The dragon smirked a bit. "Something pretty simple. Here's what you're going to do." He put an arm around the bear's shoulder, and his lips were nearly against Damo's ear as he spoke. "You're going to go through your milking as usual. But when the doctor at your machine says you're done, you're not going to stop there. You're going to get on your knees, and you're going to pull his pants open."

Blushing, the bear looked at the dragon with disbelief. "You want me to...to bribe him with sex? Draconicon, the doctors get their fun whenever they want, why would they -"

"Because." The dragon reached behind himself, and with a bit of a wince, pulled something free from his wings. "You're going to put this on right now."

"Lipstick?" The bear was starting to wonder if the dragon was starting to lose his mind. In his hands was a small metal tube, with a plastic lid on the top. A small pink band was wrapped around the bottom, he guessed as a color indicator. "What the hell is that going to do?"

"Not much, if it was just lipstick. I had Angelo pick this up from their lab last night, see?" He turned the tube, and the bear noticed the Milking Farm logo on the bottom of it. "I've seen this before, something that they use for some of the more reluctant milkees. Admittedly it's usually females that use it, but with those hips and that ass, Honeybutt, you're already pretty close."

"You're still not telling me how this is going to help me," Damo protested through a blush. He looked up. The guards were starting to come their way, and while the tube was small, he didn't want them to see that the dragon was holding something. "What's it supposed to do?"

"It's a rapidly absorbed chemical, from what I understand," he said. He looked up a bit, and darted his hand in close to the bear's mouth. "It'll affect you too, but it'll last long enough for you to affect someone else with it. Hold still." The dragon uncapped the tube and rapidly dragged the lipstick around the bear's mouth, doing it so quickly that Damo didn't have a chance to protest, let alone move out of the way.

The dragon had barely removed the tube from his lips before he started feeling the effects, panting as he felt his body temperature rise. His sheath pushed his cock out in seconds, and he stared as it inflated on its own, going from completely flaccid to completely hard in seconds. His hips twitched as a slight breeze blew past his crotch, and he could feel his ass start twitching, a hunger in his rear for something inside of him, thrusting inside, fucking him. Even his mouth watered, and he wasn't sure if it was cock or cum that he wanted more.

Trembling as he clenched his fists to restrain himself, Damo looked at the dragon with a moan. "What...what is this...how did..."

"Tool for Rapid Arousal Pecks," the dragon said, reading some small print on the bottom of the tube. "T.R.A.P. A pretty good acronym, I guess." He chuckled. "Looks like it works as advertised, too."

"But what...what's it do?!" Damo asked, one of his hands wandering to his cock before he could stop it. He wanted to hold back, so he could have the most cum to give during his milking, but he couldn't stop himself from starting to stroke himself. Another gasp slipped from his lips as he felt just how sensitive he was now, and he started bucking his cock forward, thrusting against his hand.

"What's it look like it does? On contact, it increases sensitivity and arousal," Draconicon said. "It'll stay on your lips for a while. All you gotta do after you're milked is get the doctor to want you to stay around for a few hours. One peck on the lips...or anywhere else for that matter...will keep him so interested in getting off that you'll be able to stick around for a few hours at least."

"But what...what will...ooooh...what will that do?" Damo asked. He could feel his balls already drawing up against his body, his first climax feeling like it was just seconds away.

"You just get him to keep you around for a few hours. Trust me and Angelo to take care of the rest." He smiled, and turned to leave, tucking the tube into his wings again. "Have fun, Honeybutt. I know I will."

As the dragon walked away, Damo hit his climax. He moaned, thrusting against his hand non-stop as he came. It felt like his balls were coming up through his cock, like the entire contents of his balls were being emptied in this one load. He panted heavily, watching one, two, three, and finally eight shots of cum land on the ground in front of him. He shook his head a few times, hardly believing that he had cum that hard from just stroking himself. That had never, NEVER, happened before.

Yet, his cock didn't go down. He stared as his cock actually seemed to get harder. It didn't get any bigger - for which he was thankful - but his body burned and his crotch tingled, and his cock twitched for him, begging for him to grab hold of it again. The urge wasn't as strong as when the dragon had applied the lipstick, but it was still there, and if it hadn't been for his need to hold back out of fear, he would have grabbed his cock right then and there.

"If this is...is what the doctor will feel like..." Damo muttered to himself, a small grin growing on his face. "If this is what he'll...feel like, I'll have him in...in the palm of my hand."

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The rest of the morning passed by in a blur for the bear, a heated, horny blur. It didn't take long for the need to jerk off to rise to full strength again, and he was forced to run into his dorm again. The dragon and the raccoon were out, thankfully, otherwise he would have begged them to grab him, hump him, fuck him, use him. His whole body burned with arousal, with need, with lust, and his cock was perpetually dripping pre as a result of being so turned on. A small part of him worried about leaking so much before milking, but that part was overwhelmed by his desperate focus to not stroke himself.

The only method that seemed to work was sitting on his hands, forcing them under his big ass and using his body's weight to keep from easily pulling them free to work on his cock. It worked, but there was another problem that came out of that position. After being filled with so many different dildos, and then the Thor one the day before, his hole had gotten a little bit looser than before. With it like that, it only took a little work to fit three fingers inside of himself, and from there, he was soon rocking back and forth onto them, fucking himself on his own fingers to avoid thinking about stroking his cock.

Thankfully, he hadn't cum from that yet. It had made his bed very messy with all of the pre leaking down and pooling into the blankets, but it wasn't making him cum. That was what was important, the bear kept telling himself. As long as he didn't cum, he could pre all he wanted.

He was so absorbed in his own lust that he barely heard the sound of footsteps moving outside of the dorm. There was always something different about the sound of people going for milking compared to when they were just milling around. The footsteps were a little faster, maybe, or just a little bit more focused. People moved in a heard to the other end of the Farm, at least, and that was much louder than just walking around. Taking his hand back from his asshole, and panting softly with the need to cum, he hurried along with them.

Joining up with the tail end of the group, he walked with them through the sliding door to the milking labs. They were separated by the guards to the different rooms and machines that they were supposed to be strapped into, and it didn't take long for Damo to be sent to the now-familiar room where he'd spend the afternoon.

The badger tech was waiting for him, looking at him over the excessive level of fur above his lips. "Ah, yes, Damo," he said, putting down a clipboard that he had been holding. "I remember. Last time you had a disappointingly low level of orgasm. Think that you'll be able to do a little bit better today?"

"I hope so," Damo said. The phrase. He couldn't help himself, shivering a little bit as he heard it. After Yachek's demonstration, he couldn't help but imagine himself in the same position. Definitely not something that he wanted to happen, not now, and not ever. His balls had phantom pain at the very thought of it.

Led over to the machine by the badger, Damo let himself get strapped down. The machine and procedure was familiar now; he was tied down by the ankles and by the wrists, with another strap around the chest and the waist. He heard that some of the different inmates were kept tied down by their balls or cocks as well, sort of like a cock ring so that they could get greater stimulation before they blew, but the badger had never done that with him. He kind of wondered if that would have helped his production level any.

He moaned when the badger gave his cock a few strokes, and then wiped the pre off on his fur. "Looks like you got a lot of excitement today, prisoner," the badger said. "Got anything you want to tell me? Any sort of fun stories going on out there in General Population?"

Damo shook his head. "No...no new stories..." he said with a shake of his head. "A few looks...few gropes. No new tales."

"Your cock tells me a different story, but if you say so." Getting on his knees, he looked up at the bear's rump from underneath. It was, again, standard procedure. Damo knew that he was just checking out his hole for any sort of tears that might need to be fixed up, or anything that would impede the process of milking. That was the only good thing about getting fucked as roughly as the Warden or Yachek had taken him. The medicines here at the Farm were top notch, and he'd been amazed at the way that they'd fixed up his ass after it had been all torn up. Didn't mean that he was eager to try it again, but it was good to know that if he made a mistake, they'd be able to fix him up.

"Well, looks like you're doing alright today. Nothing new that wasn't here when you finished your milking yesterday. Looks like you're finally learning how to keep out of the way of some of our prisoners." Chuckling, the badger stood back up. "Anything else I might need to know before I get you hooked up to the machine?"

Damo thought about it for a moment. He was a little curious at the mention of "General Population" in regards to the prison, since he'd never seen any other part of it other than these labs and the dorm room. Then again, he probably didn't need to know about it. Better not to seem too curious. "No, I think I'm good."

"Alright then, let's get started."

The bear moaned softly as the familiar suction tube pressed down over his cock, a bit of foam at the base of it inflating as it hit the base of his cock. It pressed tightly to his shaft, and he could feel the insides of the tube oozing some sort of lubricant. It was almost like cum today, and he wondered - as he sometimes did - whether it was lube or some bit of the cum that the prisoners were milked for. It felt about right for it, but then again, that could just be his perverted mind.

"Let's see...I think that the Thor would be a good choice for you today. Didn't seem to ruin your ass just yet, so maybe we've finally found your limits, huh?" the badger asked with a chuckle. He reached up to the shelves that lined the wall around the machine, pulling down one of the bigger horse toys. It was a massive one, far bigger than the one that he had taken up his ass the first day. If he'd seen that one on the first day, he would have screamed in fear. But today, it just made him grin. Damo wanted to blame that on the lipstick that the dragon had applied to him, but he couldn't blame it completely. There was a part of him that really, really wanted that thing inside of him.

It didn't take the badger very long to attach it to the base of the machine, a few turns and a little bit of lube applied before he stepped back. "Alright, let's see if you can do a better job today than you did yesterday," the badger said. The button to start the machine beeped as the badger pressed it, and the whole thing started.

Damo moaned at the first feeling of suction, and his hips twitched against the restraints, trying to push upwards against the machine. The container around his cock slid up and down a few inches, just enough to simulate a hole going up and down along his cock. He didn't know what it felt most like: a mouth, a pussy, or an ass. More to the point, he didn't care, and neither did his oversensitive cock. After all the time that he had back in the dorms holding back, he needed to let loose, and bad.

He barely felt the touch of the Thor dildo on his asshole before he hit his first climax. If he hadn't been so turned on, he would have been a little embarrassed, but at the moment, he just felt relief for being able to empty his balls. Panting and groaning in need, he managed to thrust about a half inch up into the collection tube before he was stopped by his restraints, held still as the vacuum in the tube sucked the cum away.

As usual, he watched it head up to the storage container, and winced a little bit at the slight filling it gave the plastic container. It was barely up to the first line, which, while better than usual, was still far below the final quota that most prisoners gave. Even if he could cum the same amount each time, he'd need another twenty orgasms to get there, and he knew that there was no way that each load would be as big as that last one.

Still panting, Damo groaned as the suction started again, pulling his cock to full hardness before it had a chance to soften the least bit. "That's not bad, but you got a lot more to go," the badger said with a shake of his head. "I hope that you got more in you than that. It's going to be a long day, and I don't want to see another disappointing load."

Neither do I, Damo thought to himself. The last thing he wanted was the back rooms.

Suddenly, the dildo pressed against his ass again, and the bear gasped as it pushed in slowly, the pistons apparently set to 'tease' rather than 'hammer'. He grunted and moaned, his toes curling against the metal plates supporting his feet. His hole tried to resist despite his attempts to relax, but it was a futile resistance at best. He was loosened from the toy yesterday, and there had been no chance for him to do anything to tighten it up again.

Hell, he could even hear it sliding in. The pop of the flare getting past his ring was loud enough for him to hear over his gasps of pleasure, and the wet slurps of his ass swallowing the rest of the dildo was a sexual symphony, and an embarrassingly loud one at that. Blushing like the sun, the bear looked over at the badger, who only looked back with one eyebrow raised and an amused smile on his face.

After that first thrust, it started moving faster and faster, each thrust working to open up his ass even more. Despite his loosened state, he could still be loosened up more, as the dildo worked to prove. Yet, he still felt the fullness inside of him, the thickness of the toy more than enough to put constant pressure on his prostate. The feeling, the pleasure was amazingly powerful, and he moaned again. If he could move, he was honestly not sure if he would thrust against the collection tube or push back against the dildo thrusts.

The machine was ruthless as it teased him and pushed him to torturous heights of pleasure. On a normal day, this was bad enough, but with the sensitizing effects of the lipstick in his system, he felt like he was being put through the wringer. His skin was on fire with need, and his cock refused to go soft, even as he came for the second time, the third, the fourth.

He felt a few drops of drool hit his chest, and he barely cared. The pleasure, oh, the pleasure the machine gave him was immense. He bucked and writhed around in the chair, moaning softly as he was fucked, as he was used, as he was milked. "Moooo," the bear lowed softly, giggling a little bit after. "Mooo."

He was a cum cow. Why shouldn't he moo?

The badger chuckled at him from his chair. "Heh, well, you're definitely getting into it today. Glad that you're finally just going along with the process, instead of just sitting there." He leaned back, pulling out a different remote. This one was a blue one, rather than the black one that he could use to control the machine. "Why don't we put on a little show? See if it helps your session a little bit." He pointed the remote towards the far wall, away from the door, and a part of the wall slid away. A television pushed out, supported on a metal arm, and flickered before starting to play through a series of images.

Damo gasped at the shots. It was a porn portfolio - which was, he supposed, to be expected - but it was a massively different one than he expected. Men in the milking chairs, men together. The hottest prisoners that were in the Farm and some that probably had been released earlier, all gathered at their kinkiest for the photos in the show.

He wasn't surprised to see the dragon and the raccoon in it, though some of the positions that they got into surprised him. How did the raccoon manage to bend that way, he wondered? But the real surprises came from the shots of Fallon and Richie, of Yachek, of that orca shoplifter in the showers. Each of them were positioned in some sexy way or another, and he moaned as he watched each of them.

The badger shifted the show to a cumshot each time that he came, and he had to admit, the show did seem to help him a little bit. Each shot made him feel like he was getting a reward for doing what he should, and he started grinding against the tube when he felt he was going to cum, trying to get his pleasure up a little bit faster, a little bit higher, so that he could get a better cum shot.

Still, the cum level on the jar to the side just wasn't rising fast enough. Damo panted and moaned, he thrust and he ground. He even squeezed his ass down tighter than usual on the toy, putting even more pressure on his prostate to try and get more of his juices going. But it was just not enough. His body didn't have the cum to give.

On his next orgasm, his sixteenth, he came dry. Sagging back after his orgasm, he braced himself to try again. He had to cum more, he just had to. He waited for the collection tube to start sucking again.

"Alright, that's enough." The machine shut off, and the badger walked over to him. He started undoing the straps with a shake of his head. "It's clear that you don't have any more to give. Pity. That started out so promisingly, too. But I guess that I should stop judging things by their appearance."

The bear looked at the side of the container. His cum had barely filled it up halfway to the top. All of that, all the work to try and make himself cum more, and harder, and he hadn't been able to make it to the top? Not even to the two thirds mark, like usual? That....it seemed impossible, but the evidence was staring him right in the face. He hung his head as his straps were taken off and sighed.

"Come on, get up. You'll just have to go back and wait for tomorrow," he said. "You need me to call a guard?"

Damo was about to nod his head before he remembered the dragon's suggestion. Earlier, it had seemed utterly crazy, and even now, with his knowledge of how potent that the stuff on his lips was, he thought that it was not likely to work.

But if he wanted to avoid the back rooms, it was his only chance. "Um, actually," Damo said. "Actually, I was wondering if I could ask you a little favor."

The badger lifted an eyebrow, and the bear hurriedly raised his hands. "Nothing illegal, nothing bad. I just want...I wanted to ask if I could have a little...fun with you before I go back to the dorms."

For a moment the tech seemed to be considering it. Then he laughed. "HA! You really think that I'm so desperate for some relief that I'm going to stick my cock anywhere near you? Knowing the prisoners here, I'd be more likely to get my cock bitten off or have something happen to it than get a good climax."

"I promise, sir, I'll be completely obedient. Anything you want me to do, I'll do it,and nothing more," Damo said.

When the badger hesitated for a bit longer, he decided to sweeten the deal. "How about this? You let me give you five minutes of a blowjob. If you don't like it, then I'll go right back to the dorms, and I won't mention it ever again. If you do like it, you let me stay here for a while, and you fuck me as many times as you want, however you want, just like you have a little slave. What do you say?"

The tech's eyes darted to the door, and he put his hand to his chin as he thought about it again. Damo thought that he could see a small bulge in the tech's outfit, though, so he wasn't surprised when the badger looked at him again, and asked quietly, "Anything I want, if I like the blowjob after the first five minutes?"

"Absolutely anything," Damo promised.

"Alright then. But I don't think that you'll be quite good enough for me. I got someone back home that takes care of my needs pretty good, and I don't think you'll be quite up to their level," the badger said. He chuckled as he pulled down his pants, and revealed the cock behind them.

Despite himself, Damo licked his lips a little bit. The bear liked cocks as a general rule,and with that lipstick still in his system - enhanced by that last lick - he craved the feeling of that nine inch rod inside of him. It wouldn't be the match of Thor, he knew, but he knew that it would feel good, and he would bet that it tasted good too. He got down on his knees in front of the badger, kissing his balls one by one before slowly trailing a line of kisses along the tech's dick.

To his surprise, the badger reacted to it almost immediately. The mustelid gasped and moaned softly, and Damo gasped as two hands forced his head against the big male's crotch. His face was smeared around the badger's crotch, and his nose sucked in the musk of pre, of arousal. Pungent musk and arousal at that, contained. Yes, this badger did love to watch the prisoners get milked, this was evidence of that.

He didn't get a chance to give the badger a blowjob, but he still got the badger's cock in his mouth. Grabbed at the sides of the head, he was forced down his milker's cock, facefucked by him at a rapid, frenzied pace. The bear could only go along for the ride as he was used, his face nothing more than a big fuzzy fleshlight for the badger.

It didn't take long for the badger to cum, though in his frenzied state, Damo was surprised that he managed to last the three minutes that he did. He didn't have anything to do with speeding up the badger's orgasm, either, as the badger had fucked his face too hard for him to focus on using his tongue or anything. At best, he'd been able to suck and swallow around the tip when it was far enough down his throat, but even that wasn't very much.

And he barely had a chance to swallow the cum before the badger pushed him back and flipped him over on all fours. Damo had the common sense to lift his tail, but that was the only thing that he could do before the badger was on him, his cock stuffing his ass like crazy. The bear was suddenly thankful for the time that he had spent in the hut nearly fisting himself, as well as the Thor dildo. At the speed that the badger fucked his ass, the ferocity of those thrusts, there was no way that he could have taken that with just spit and cum as lube.

Honestly he could barely feel the badger in his ass at that point, since the size difference was a good bit more extensive. He did feel the pressure of something inside, yes, but it didn't have that delicious stretching feeling that the bigger toys had. Rather than say anything that might distract the badger and make him think of stopping this, Damo laid himself down on his hands, his ass up in the air to be used.

The badger didn't seem to mind. In fact, Damo wasn't sure that he noticed, as the thrusting just went on....and on....and on....

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"Seven," Damo muttered under his breath. That was the seventh orgasm that the badger had in his ass so far, and he could feel it almost as well as the rest that were swimming around in his ass at the moment. The only thing that kept them from sliding out all at once was the cock in his hole, and even that didn't keep it all in, some bits of cum drooling out of his hole and leaking over balls.

Despite all of those orgasms, the badger hadn't slowed down in the slightest. He still kept humping,and Damo wondered if he was ever going to stop. "When is that dragon going to get here?" he muttered under his breath.

"Right about now, actually."

Damo turned his head and, to his surprise ,so did the badger. Apparently he wasn't completely lost to lust. However, before the badger could say or do anything, he got a needle in the neck. He gasped for a second, then slumped over, laying on the bear's back. Damo grunted at the extra, unexpected weight. "Someone mind...getting the big guy off of me?" he muttered.

"Hang on a minute," the dragon's voice said, a little chuckle in his words. Damo heard more than felt the badger's cock slide out of his ass, and sighed softly as the badger flopped on the ground rather than stand up. "There you go. Feeling alright?"

"Loose...cumfilled...cum-less...Yeah, I think I'm alright," Damo said. He pulled himself to his feet with a shake of his head, rubbing his ass a little bit as he did. The dragon and raccoon were chuckling softly to each other at him, and Damo rolled his eyes. "You said keep him busy for a few hours. I did what I could."

"And you did pretty darn good. The guards decided that the one doctor was enough to keep track of stuff in here, and we got a good enough name for ourselves that they won't be bothered by us spending our milking time here alone." Draconicon looked at Angelo. "Did you get it?"

"Did you ever doubt?" The raccoon reached into his tail, and after feeling past some of the bushy fur, he grabbed hold of something. "Ah, here we are. They never search the tails, you ever notice that?" Angelo asked, pulling out a needle.

"Yeah, that's why you and the foxes are the best guys for hiding things here." Draconicon shook his head before turning to Damo. "This here is from one of the other milking rooms. Angelo and I have used it a couple of times for a bit of fun with each other. It's probably the chemical that they use on the people they take to the back rooms to get them to cum more, and even if it isn't the same, it's close enough to solve your problems."

Damo blinked a few times. They had...that was the plan? They had actually gone against the rules that much to help him? He looked between the dragon and the raccoon a few times. "Why did you..."

"Because you're not going to be able to watch out for yourself, that's for damn sure," the dragon said. The bear looked down. "Sorry, Honeybutt, but it's the truth. You want to get out of here when your two years are up? You want out on time? You're gonna need some help. Maybe you'll be able to handle some prisoners, but if you want to deal with the guards or the system here, you need some help."

The bear didn't know what to say to that. They had helped him because he couldn't help himself? That couldn't be the reason. It just didn't make much sense. There had to be another reason.

Before he could ask what that was, the dragon grabbed hold of his balls. "Hold still. This isn't going to feel very good, I'm not gonna lie, but this'll keep you cumming strong for another month at least. We'll think of something to help you after that."

"Wait, wai- OW!" Damo squealed as his balls were punctured, half of the injection going into one testicle, and the other half going into the other. He whimpered a bit at the residual pain, cradling them after the dragon let go. "That hurt!"

"Would you have preferred that I took them out and injected them, like the Farm people would have?" Draconicon asked. Even Angelo winced at that. The dragon gestured to the door. "Get back to the Dorm. We'll deal with the badger, and then when we're done with our milking, we'll join you, okay?"

The bear nodded, not wanting to question the dragon further. He walked gingerly out of the milking room, and looked down the halls. There were no guards, and though he was tempted to explore some of the other rooms, he suppressed that curiosity. It wouldn't be a good idea to be caught now.

He walked down the way that he had come in, and nodded at the guards on the catwalk when he got back to the main chamber. Ignoring the other guys as best he could - though he did moan a bit when one guy actually got behind him and jammed half their hand up his ass before he could get away - he soon made his way back to his shared dorm.

As he laid down to get some rest, his mind was full of questions. If this was General Population, were there other sections for other prisoners? If there were, why weren't Yachek and the Twins in there? And why did Draconicon and Angelo keep helping him? He hadn't done a thing for them...not that he had really offered...so what did they want from him? And would this injection really work? His balls didn't really feel different.

The questions continued rolling around in his mind, and he had yet to find an answer before he fell asleep, dreams filled of sex, cocks, and cum.