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Chapter 1: Checking In By Draconicon

Logan couldn't believe that this was supposed to be his uniform. Of course he wouldn't be allowed to keep his regular clothes. He'd expected that. But this...He wasn't even sure what this was, but it didn't bode well for him.

The bear let the bag fall to the ground with a shake of his head.

"You can't be serious. I'm not wearing this."

"Oh, but Mr. Cappel, I'm completely serious."

Warden Sanders chuckled as he stepped forward, and the bear had to remind himself he was already sentenced to eight years here as a big furry arm rested on his shoulders. That, and the armed Dobermans, kept him from slugging the warden in the stomach, even when the wolf warden pulled him close.

"You see, boy, you still got some sort of idea that you have a say. That you got rights. You think that you can tell someone that you don't have to do something, and that they'll listen. Heh."

Logan barely managed to bob his head before the warden shoved him down. He hit the ground hard enough to get the breath knocked out of him, and was pinned by the warden's boot on his back. He started to squirm, but the guards weapons' safeties sliding off made him freeze. Spreading his arms out to the sides to show he wasn't going to fight, he hoped that they'd listen...and really hoped that the warden wasn't too mad at him as that boot heel dug into his spine.

"I'd have thought that your clients would have beaten your sass out by now. We don't get too many professional whores here at the Farm, but most of 'em tend to be already broken. I was hoping we'd get another easy one in you."

"I'm only easy when I'm paid..."

"Well, son, you better get used to giving up the goods for free. The only way that you're going to last til your release is if you keep yourself on the giving side, because you ain't big enough to handle the boys that we keep here."

The boot slowly lifted up, and he heaved a sigh of relief. One of the guards tugged him to his feet and restrained him as the warden picked up the bag with his 'uniform'. Despite the rough handling, his eyes were drawn back to the prison building looming over them.

He still couldn't get over the sheer scope of it. Right here in the middle of the forest, someone had erected a giant concrete block bigger than most of the city's big apartment blocks. The bear craned his neck until it hurt, shivering as it seemed to loom over them like a great oppressive monument.

It didn't help that the whole place was a dreary gray, making him feel like he'd been dropped into some old war film. Something was strange about it, though, and it took him a minute to realize what it was.

"Hey."

Warden Sanders looked up.

"Yes, prisoner?"

"Where's the yard?"

"Heh. You'll see. But first, get stripped, and get dressed."

"You're not gonna make an exception? Not even -"

"I get all the 'favors' I want already, boy. Now do as you're told, or I'll make the guards do the job for you. If you want any possessions back when you get out, I suggest you do it yourself."

Bastard. Logan grumbled as he reached down and pulled on his shirt. It came off relatively easily, but his cheeks started burning as one of the guards started muttering about his weight. He was a bear, and that meant that he, by nature, was thicker than a number of species. It wasn't his fault that it was getting on in the year and he'd started bulking up. Name him a bear that wasn't getting a bit jiggly after July, and he would point out a bear that was starving himself.

Regardless, he knew the worst was yet to come. He blushed as he reached around his tummy and started fiddling with the buttons on his jeans. They came undone easily enough, but he took it slow as he pulled his pants and underwear down, gradually revealing his cock and balls to them. His sheath wasn't precisely full, but it wasn't shameful, either...at least, that was what he thought until the guards and Warden started chuckling again.

"What?"

"Heh, you are definitely gonna be someone's bitch, son."

"Yeah, well...at least I'm not just a natural bitch."

"Ain't nothing natural about us, boy."

Logan paused, looking back at the Warden. For a moment, Sanders looked a bit philosophical.

Then the moment passed, and the bag with his new 'uniform' was flying at him again. This time, he caught it before it could slam into his gut.

"Kick those shoes off and get the uniform on. We don't have all day."

The guards took his shoes and clothes as soon as he stepped away from them. Ignoring the hand groping his ass, the bear slowly opened the bag and took out the contents.

Made of several different materials, the 'uniform' looked like something out of a fetish film. There was a heavy metal collar attached to a series of leather straps, which he assumed were made to fit around the wearer's body. It went go all the way down to what he assumed was a cock ring, with a bit of straps to go around the ass. Smaller, thinner straps extended out to the wrists and ankles, and he could only imagine how this would look on him.

"What the fuck is this supposed to be?"

"It's your uniform. Do you need help putting it on, bitch?"

He glared at the Warden, but slowly shook his head. Much as he hated to admit it, some of his clients had enjoyed quite a bit of bondage and leather-play, and it wasn't too different from some equipment he'd worked with before.

He worked his legs into the leg straps before pulling the rest of it over his body. As he secured his ankles in it, it was rather like stepping into a pair of overalls. It wasn't until he reached the cock ring that he encountered a problem, more an issue of fit than incomprehension. The Warden noticed his hesitation and - unfortunately - the cause.

"Heh, already getting into the idea, boy?"

"Hey, I'm not the one making someone else wear something perverted."

"Hey, you're still the one getting off on it. Good. The boys will like hearing that. More time spent on filling your Quota."

He blinked, and the Warden smirked.

"You'll learn. Now get the ring on."

"But I'm too -"

"Jefferson!"

One of the Dobermans stepped forward, and before he knew it, the ring was jammed down on his cock. The impact and the friction nearly drove him to his knees as it was secured around his sheath and balls. He ground his teeth as his balls throbbed from the rough treatment.

"Could have...just given me time."

"Prisoners aren't allowed that sort of right. Put the rest of it on."

"Yeah, yeah..."

Under the eyes of the wolf and Dobermans, he slid the rest of the straps over his body. Thankfully it was all highly adjustable. He pulled the straps tight over his wrists and chest, and blushed as one of the guards tightened the straps around his waist, feeling the leather digging into his hips and hugging his ass.

Might not be as weak as they say, but this thing is guaranteed to make me look like a fuck-doll...Gonna have to be really careful.

The last thing was the collar, and it opened along a hinge in the front as he held it up to his neck. He felt like he was committing himself to this somehow, and he couldn't help but shiver as the collar clicked shut, particularly as one of the guards stepped forward and padlocked it shut at the back.

The Warden smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Logan recognized it as a remote of some kind before Sanders pressed a button, and immediately the collar went hot.

Logan grabbed at it as powerful electric shocks drove him to his knees. He nearly screamed, only holding it back by sheer willpower for the few seconds that the collar was active. When it ended, he struggled and failed to get to his feet, gasping for breath.

The Warden held out his empty hand. Logan looked up, panting and shaking.

"What was that for? I hadn't...hadn't done anything."

"It was a warning. You'll wear this for your entire sentence here at the Farm. Everyone does. And everyone eventually tries to break out."

Logan touched the edge of the collar, shaking his head. If they had to wear this...

"This is your only warning. I can reach you anywhere, and so can the guards. This is a preview of what happens when you try and escape, or if you disobey one of my men. Better a short shock now than a much longer one later, hmm?"

The bear slowly nodded, even as his mind raced. How did this place get the permission to use things like this? Wasn't it against the law?

"Heh, why so glum, boy? The remote can do other things, too. Like this."

As the Warden pressed another button, Logan gasped. The ring around his cock buzzed like mad, vibrating against the base of his sheath and balls. He groaned, feeling his cock immediately starting to push out of its hiding place, blushing in the knowledge that he couldn't stop it.

The Warden kept his finger on the button as the bear's cock got harder and harder, and Logan could only watch until it finally stopped around six inches. It bounced and throbbed, pushed to the edge of orgasm before the Warden finally released the button.

"Pain and pleasure. Be a good boy, and you get the latter. If you break the rules, then you get the former. Understand?"

"...Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Warden Sanders."

"Heh, that's better."

The wolf tugged him to his feet and pulled Logan's hands away from his crotch. The four of them marched towards the front door, and as they stepped through the great metal archway, he wondered how long it would be until he saw the outside world again.

The interior of the Farm was surprisingly industrial, reminding Logan of the walls of a submarine, covered in pipes and monitors and consoles. The more he saw, the more shocked he was that he'd never heard of this place. It was so unique, so weird, that it seemed there should have been a documentary or something. But if there had been, he'd never seen it.

Led by the Warden and 'encouraged' by rifle barrels digging into his back, the bear walked along in the near-nude. The grated floor made walking uncomfortable, but at least the corridors were narrow enough that nobody passed them to go the other way.

For that matter, nobody passed them going anywhere. They had to have been walking for at least ten minutes through these hallways, and Logan hadn't seen anybody but the Warden and his guards. Where was everyone? Was the place deserted? Or did this place have more secrets than he'd yet seen?

Sanders turned to one of the wall consoles, and started tapping a few keys. Logan guessed that it was a password from how practiced the wolf seemed at entering it. That, and how it opened a hidden door in the wall.

The bear jumped, shaking his head at the new hallway. It was dark, but he could just make out an extension of the floor and a wall on the far side. Warden Sanders pointed in, and the bear blinked.

"What, aren't you taking me to my cell?"

"We don't do 'cells' in this place, boy. The Farm has dormitories. This one, Dorm S, is yours."

"What is it, like some kind of airlock?"

"Heh, what do ya know? Looks like we got a smart whore here."

The Dobermans didn't say anything, but the Warden nodded.

"Security, you know how it is. We put you in, seal this door, then open the other. You can make your way from there. Or fall to your doom; either way, it doesn't matter to us once you're inside."

"Fall to -"

"Now, in you get."

The persistent guards and Warden didn't give him a choice. Shoved through the hole so fast that he almost fell off the walkway, Logan barely turned around before the door closed. As soon as it was closed, he swore the darkness pressed in, and he felt like he was being crushed. The bear stumbled backwards, his butt bouncing off of a railing hard snapping him out of it.

Don't...move. Blind as he was, he could stumble over the railing, and who knew how far that fall would be.

He waited for the other door to open. Second passed, and no sign of so much as a silhouette of a door could be seen. He started to wonder if he was in some sort of trap, or if -

Then the floor moved.

The bear gasped, flinging his hand around for the railing. He clung to it as tightly as he could as he rode the rickety elevator downwards. As he slowly calmed down, he looked back up. The door he'd come through was rising further and further away from him, and Logan slowly shook his head.

"Clever..."

He hated admitting it, but it was a good idea. Not just an airlock system, but an elevator that kept inmates and staff at different elevations. It would be very, very difficult to break out through this entrance. The bear shook his head.

The elevator continued its descent. After about twenty seconds, a set of lights burst on. They almost blinded him, but he could just make out bits of graffiti on the walls. Small, brief things scraped between the pipes before the artist could be pulled away, but nonetheless there. They didn't make any sense, though. Things like "Beware the Night Coats" and "Metal Snakes!" might have meant something to the artist, but to him? Nothing.

Still, at least he could see again. Aside from the graffiti, the walls seemed more and more polished the further down he went, and he was going a long way down. Glancing up again, the bear guessed he was about sixty feet down when the elevator stopped.

"Well...what now?"

A buzz, like from an intercom, filled the shaft before Warden Sanders' voice followed.

"Now, boy, you'll meet your new dorm mates. Welcome to Dorm S of the Milking Farm."

The arch-like doorway on the far wall glided open like an automatic supermarket door, if such things were made of thick steel. A gentler, almost natural light poured in, and Logan's eyes went wide as he saw what waited on the other side.

It was like he'd been given a glimpse of outside. The ground was actual grass, and the walls looked like sky and clouds. As he slowly stepped forward, he saw that there was a 'sun' in the ceiling, set at least ninety feet in the air. The whole room was warm as a summer day, and as he looked around, he saw that the illusion of blue skies continued down to the horizon, making it look like they were staying at a resort high up in the mountains.

"What...the...hell..."

The chamber was incredibly spacious, looking bigger than a football field from one side to the other. The center was dominated with a series of rough cottages, looking more like rustic amateur lodgings than anything else. He could just make out a few people milling around the edge of the 'village', various species that...that looked dressed similar to him. He blushed at the sight. As the doors closed behind him, the intercom buzzed again.

"Attention, citizens of Dorm S. You have a new arrival, a brown bear by the name of Logan Cappel. Don't let him fool you; he's already been selling his ass for weeks before he got here. Anyone wanting a fresh bitch, get going, because he's not gonna go unclaimed for long."

Despite knowing that this announcement was made by someone other than the Warden - it had been a different voice - he blushed. As if things weren't going to be difficult already, they had to make it tougher.

But Logan knew how the world worked; he couldn't pick the cards he was dealt, but he could try and make a better hand. Or cheat, but first he needed to figure out the rules.

Let's see what I have to work with.

At least the ground was soft and warm as he made his way across the lawn. Someone had done a lot to keep it well-tended, and while he couldn't figure out why, he did appreciate it.

Nobody greeted him as he reached the cluster of cottages. There weren't many, perhaps fifteen, and the number of prisoners was likewise small, barely twice that. Most of them were gathered around the little 'square' their village made, and all of them were staring at him.

Oddly enough, that filled him with confidence. He'd been selling his ass for a while, and their evaluating stares were were something he knew how to deal with. He grinned as he stopped a dozen paces or so away from the group - an assortment of species with reptiles, mammals, and even a few aquatics - and slapped his ass.

"So, who's putting in a bid for my ass, huh? I'm looking for -"

"Finally."

A hyena he hadn't seen stepped out of the shadows. Grabbed by the arm, the bear was slammed into one of the buildings. Logan squirmed as wiry, muscled arms pinned him down. His attacker chuckled, licking the back of his ear.

"Been looking forward to some fresh meat for a while. With all the stuff going on, I ain't had a pretty ass like yours for weeks."

"Hey, you want it, make - AH!"

Logan grunted as his arm was yanked upwards, almost pulled free of its socket. The bear groaned, his ass squeezed and spanked by the hyena's groping hands.

"You want an offer, slut? Here's one. You gimme that ass, and I don't wreck the rest of your body when I'm done with it."

This was not how it usually went. The bear knew that any 'clients' in here would be rougher than the ones outside, but he hadn't thought that they'd be crazy. He shivered, shaking his head as he tried to get free, but the hyena was far too strong, and had too much leverage.

It got worse as his attacker's cock slid between his ass cheeks. It was thicker than three of his fingers put together, and it was impossibly slimy. Was the guy diseased? What was he in here for? The questions came fast and furious, leaving him stammering senselessly. He shivered as the hyena's cock started probing his hole, testing its tightness as the prisoner giggled.

"Look at that. A hot tight little pussyboi, just for me."

"Desmond."

The new voice made the hyena freeze, and left the bear shuddering in relief. He felt more than saw his attacker look around, but the hyena's growl was unmistakable.

"Get away from me, Suan. This one's mine."

"Yeah? I don't see your name on him yet."

"Gimme a second, and he'll have my scent."

"Uh huh."

CRACK!

The bear slumped down as the hyena's grip was broken, and quickly squirmed away. He turned around just in time to see an eastern dragon cracking his tail like a whip, pushing the hyena back.

"I'm going to say it once, Desmond. Keep your paws off of the new guy."

"Why, you claiming him or something?"

The dragon - blue-scaled with a few stripes of silver along his tail and sides - turned to look at him. Logan blushed as his rescuer looked him up and down, and it only worsened as he chuckled.

"I suppose I am."

"Bullshit. I had - OW! Motherfucker!"

The hyena nursed a bruise on his cheek as he turned away. The rest of the crowd chuckled, a few actually applauding the sinuous dragon. Logan did the same, even as his rescuer walked over and squatted down by him.

"Thanks. If you hadn't -"

"Yeah, you'd be in trouble. Probably bleeding for a few days."

"He's that bad?"

"Worse. I think he liked you."

The dragon offered his hand, introducing himself as he pulled Logan back to his feet.

"I'm Suan. What are you here for?"

"Um, prostitution. And, uh, a little bit of burglary."

"So they weren't lying. That's a first." Suan chuckled. "What's your name?"

"Logan."

Suan gestured towards one of the cottages, and Logan was all too happy to follow him inside. He could feel too many eyes on him, and what illusions of control he'd had were shattered. No matter how much power the bottom had in the outside world, here, the top called the shots.

To his regret, the cottage didn't have a door, but it did have a pair of chairs and one big bed. Somehow, he wasn't surprised. Suan sat down on one of the chairs, nodding for him to take the bed. He didn't mind, his hands sliding down to cover his crotch as he took a seat. However, his rescuer's thin tail pulled them back.

"Trust me on this, you don't want to do that."

"Why?"

"Makes the lab guys think you're hiding something. And it usually gets them interested in trying to find out what it is."

"So?"

"So that usually means some sort of surgery, and I'm pretty sure that you'd like scalpels to stay out of your crotch."

"Surgery? But...why?"

Suan stared at him for a moment or two, then slowly shook his head. He leaned back, still shaking his head as he chuckled.

"You really don't know much, do you?"

"Well, what was I supposed to know? My attorney -"

"Let me wager a guess. You were offered a deal to come here, urged to take it before anyone else could. There was no time to read the deal, no time to research the facility. You had to take it or try to survive twice your sentence somewhere else."

Logan stared.

"How -"

"Most of us have a similar story."

The dragon reclined, and with his serpentine body, he was able to do it much more languidly than most people. His pose displayed just how slender he was, and the bear couldn't help but admire the shape that he kept himself in. He was lean but obviously muscular, particularly in the tail, legs, and -

He looked away, but not before the dragon noticed his eyes going between his scaled thighs. Laughter again. Why was he so shy now? It wasn't like he hadn't seen a lot of cocks before. That tail returned, this time stroking along his thigh.

"I think you saw something you liked."

"I saw something...impressive."

"Did you, now? Well, perhaps you should take a closer look."

"Are you this...flirty...with everyone?"

"Logan. I want you to understand something."

That tail lifted his chin, making him look Suan in the eye.

"In this place, there's two types of people. There's the big dogs, and there's the bitches. The big dogs call the shots. They do what they want, they get what they want. The bitches do what they're told, stay out of the way, and let the big dogs protect them.

"You are never going to be a big dog. So your only choice is, whose bitch are you going to be? Mine, or someone like Desmond's?"

"But..."

Logan looked at his rescuer, and felt a tremble go down his back as he looked into those eyes. Behind the laid-back attitude, he could see a terrible intensity. No matter how much the slinky Suan reminded him of a snake, all quiet and soft, he had to remember that there was a dragon in there.

He sighed, slowly getting down to his hands and knees. Trying to ignore his burning cheeks, he crawled between the dragon's legs and took a proper look at the dragon's cock.

It was big, as big as the biggest cock that he'd taken before on the streets. It throbbed from base to pointed tip, and he could see the familiar signs of ridges waiting to emerge. As he grabbed it and stroked it, he felt the same slime as he'd noticed on Desmond's cock. He looked up.

"Um...please tell me that's lube..."

"If you want to think that, it's lube. But -"

"I don't want to know."

"You probably do. Heh, but it's up to you. Bitch."

Logan flinched at the name, but forced himself to take it. In here, he couldn't be anything else. But better with someone half-decent like Suan than the hyena.

He kept telling himself that, shaking his head as he stroked the dragon's cock up and down, up and down. His fingers weren't able to meet around the shaft, and the bear wondered if he could take something that size. It was very, very big, and the last thing that he wanted was to tear his hole on the first day.

Really wish you had some lube around here...

Knowing that the strange slime wouldn't be enough, Logan sighed and slowly leaned forward. He took his new 'master' into his mouth, and started sucking. It was slick and warm, and he felt like he was licking a salt lick rather than a cock. He had to call on all of his professionalism as a whore to take it deeper, grunting as he bobbed his head up and down. With this cock, he knew he'd need to lick and suck as much as he could, and hope for more.

Suan moaned above his head, and the bear took some encouragement from the sound. He swiped his broad tongue from side to side, smiling at the twitches it made. Sliding forward, he swallowed as much as he could, then strained for the few inches left outside.

But he wasn't able to take it. Scaly fingers dug into the back of his head, pulling him backwards. Suan chuckled, rubbing the shaft against his lips a few times. The musky stench was astounding; the last time Logan had smelled it this powerfully, he'd been in the middle of a bath house after an orgy.

"What...is this...what dragons always smell like?"

"No. Just the prisoners here."

"What -"

He gagged as he was shoved back down, his throat spasming around the shaft as he was forced to take it to the hilt. The bear squirmed, pushing against the dragon's thighs, but it was futile. No matter how hard he shoved, Suan kept him in his place.

"Oh, you said you didn't want to know. So I guess you'll just have to find out."

Logan had his head used as a fuck-toy for another minute - and was gagging for half of that - before Suan finally pulled his cock free. The sudden rush of air down his throat was more of a shock than a relief, and he had to turn his head and cough as it finally came free.

But it wasn't over. Before he could catch his breath, he was shoved onto the bed. He groaned, knowing what was coming, and spread his legs as much as he could. Thankfully, his 'master' wasn't cruel. A finger slipped down between his ass cheeks and pressed against his hole.

"Hmm hmm. You definitely have been taking it for a while, haven't you?"

"Have to...pay the bills somehow."

"Well, at least after a few sessions with me, meeting your Quota won't be too hard."

"What's the - mmmph!"

He bit the sheets as the dragon's fingers - not one, but three - slammed in. Only his experience with rough clients kept from getting damaged, but he still shivered as they started pounding his ass. Each hard 'punch' into his ass left it jiggling, and to his embarrassment, his cock was already getting hard.

He spread his legs further, trying to make it easier for the dragon, but all he got was a harder finger-fuck. Logan shivered, feeling a fourth finger trying to get in.

"T-too much! I can - ah!"

The bear yelped, his hole stretched wide as that fourth finger went in, and dug his claws into the bed. He tried to pull away, but the dragon's tail wrapped around his ankle and pulled him back. A foot pressed down on his hip, and he shuddered as Suan slid his fingers out. Scaly toes curled through his fur as something hotter, smoother than the scaly fingers brushed against his hole.

"Did you already forget, Bitch?"

It was so strange, hearing it like that. The word wasn't said like an insult. It was said...said like it was his name. Suan leaned over him, his cock pressing closer and closer to his hole, teasing the forcibly stretched rim.

"Did you forget what I told you?"

"I..."

Logan shivered.

"Bitches do what they're told."

"And what are you?"

"Your bitch..."

"Then you do what I tell you. And if you do it well, I'll keep you safe from everyone else. And if you don't, then I'll share you until you know how good a deal you have. Understand me, Bitch?"

"Yes, sir."

Just think of it as a job. Just think of it as a job, he kept telling himself, not wanting to imagine being shared around. The bear pushed his ass up more, and he could almost feel Suan smiling.

"Good. Very good. You'll thank me for this later. The machine won't be kind to you; you'll need as much of a stretch as you can get before your first session."

Logan didn't ask. He didn't want to break another rule by accident. So he laid there, taking deep breaths as the dragon's cock slid up and down his ass crack. It felt so slick, and with more than spit and pre. There was something going on here, and he was increasingly worried about what it was. Maybe the hyena hadn't been infected with something; maybe -

His train of thought was immediately de-railed as he was split open. His eyes went wide and his toes were lifted right off the floor as he was impaled, the only things keeping him in place being the tail around on his ankle and the dragon's foot on his hips.

It was a hard, rapid fuck right from the start. The bear groaned again and again, burying his face in the blankets as his master pushed him to his limits. His cock bounced between the bed and his belly, and it throbbed and oozed traitorously. His hole was soaked with the same slime that coated Suan's cock, and he swore some of it oozed back out over his balls.

However, eventually all his focus went back to the cock splitting him open. Each thrust made the bed squeak beneath them, Suan's cock opening him up further and further with each thrust. The only thing that compared was an elephant client a few weeks ago, and he'd been content to let the bear do the work. This was like being under a bucking bronco and holding on for dear life.

The soft grunts from the dragon left him filled with a strange pleasure, knowing that he was pleasing. He panted, trying to push back, but stopped immediately; it hurt too much.

Suan shifted position, and the bear felt heavy, scaly balls slapping against his ass. They were so big that, for a moment, he wondered if they were some kind of prop. Nobody could be that big...could they?

But no, it was too regular, too in time for it to be fake. His master must have been more pent up than he thought, and the idea of them being emptied in him left him at once eager and anxious. He knew that it would sting, particularly after being stretched like this, but he wanted it, regardless.

Logan realized that he was panting, muttering nonsense into the sheets. His cock throbbed and he could feel it oozing pre, and he wanted to cum.

"Gonna...gonna -"

"Hold it back...you're gonna...want to save that..."

"Mmmph. Why?"

"Quota."

There was that word again. What did it mean? What was going on? The more he found out, the more he realized how little he knew. The bear groaned as he was shoved into the mattress, the dragon suddenly laying over him and humping like some feral dog into its bitch. Logan moaned, his cock trying to cum, but -

Finally, Suan filled him. The hot bursts of seed in his ass felt like thickened-up sea water inside him, and he bit his lip as every tear on his rim felt like it was getting doused in salt. His hole burned as the dragon pulled out, and the bear blushed as he felt a blast of cum landing on his back, his ass, and all the way down his legs to his feet.

He laid there, shivering and shaking. His cock ached and begged for release, but he couldn't give it to himself. He was too exhausted. Eventually, his master rolled him over, and as Logan looked up, he was surprised to see that the blue dragon was smiling.

"Welcome to the Farm, Bitch."

"What kind..."

He shook his head. No. Priorities. Ask the right questions.

"What is the Quota?"

The dragon sat down next to him on the bed. The bear wasn't quite comfortable with the closeness, but went along with it, even as Suan wrapped an arm around him.

"Instead of serving years, we have to meet a production Quota to get out of here. And...well, this is the Milking Farm. Take a guess what kind of quota that you have to meet."

"Well, I'd guess milk, but we don't make that, do we?"

"Not any kind of normal milk, anyway."

"..."

The bear looked down at Suan's big balls, and his continued erection. He glanced out the door, seeing that most of the other males had balls as big, if not bigger, than his master's. In addition, almost all of them were dripping to some degree or another. Logan groaned.

"You have to be fucking kidding. There's no way -"

"Why do you think I told you to hold back? You're going to want all of it. How long were you sentenced for?"

"Uh...The judge said eight years."

He didn't like the way that Suan winced at that.

"What?"

"That's gonna be at least eight gallons of cum to harvest, then."

Logan had never seen that much cum in one place, let alone from one person. Just the thought made his balls shrivel up like raisins, and he whimpered as he slumped forward.

"That's...that's impossible. There's no way that I'm getting out of here in eight years..."

"Well, it might be even longer, but it could be shortened down."

He whipped his head up, hope coming back.

"Shortened? How? With good behavior?"

"No. By signing up for some of the experiments."

"Ex - is that why you're so big?"

"One of the reasons, yeah."

"Did they -"

"Nothing too bad. A couple of injections in my testicles, and a daily regimen of pills to keep it from getting out of hand. But that's one of the basic ones, I have to admit. There are others, more...invasive, but they might get you out of here faster."

He wanted to dismiss it all as crazy talk, but it was just as crazy as everything around him. A place where they harvested the cum from prisoners? Keeping prisoners locked up naked and all riled up? Was this supposed to be a prison or some porn studio's dream set?

Either way, he was stuck here, and he knew one thing for sure. If he didn't find out the rules, then he was more than fucked. He was dead.

"Are there...penalties...for not meeting your Quota?"

"Afraid of a few needles?"

"Afraid of having them go into my balls."

"You'll get over it. They'll be putting needles down there every week anyway."

"WHAT?!"

Logan almost jumped off of the bed, but Suan held him down.

"You don't think that they harvest this stuff without checking it first, do you? They are going to be doing a cum test - like a blood test - every week. So you're gonna get used to it pretty quickly. Or you'll just freak out every time. Either way, it still happens."

"But I hate -"

This time, the dragon squeezed him hard enough to numb his arm. Logan winced as Suan leaned close.

"Stop thinking about what you want, Bitch. Out there, you had a choice. You had rights. In here? The only people that have anything are the guards and the scientists. The big dogs get some treats, but they call the shots.If you want to get out, then you sign up for as many experiments as you find. You get your body able to cum as much as it can as often as it can. Otherwise, you're going to be stuck in here for the next twenty years. Longer, if you start missing your daily Quota for too long."

He groaned. The thought of having a full Quota to reach to get out was bad enough, but a daily one?

"How...how much do you have to reach per day?"

"Mine's worse because of some arson charges, so I have to be milked for about seventy milliliters a day."

He's insane. He has to be. Nobody, but nobody, came that much in a day. Hell, he was sure that nobody outside of horses and elephants came more than ten milliliters in a single orgasm. What in the world was going on here?

Before he could ask, a siren sounded. The bear turned, looking out the door to see people lining up. Suan sighed.

"Looks like they're calling people out for a milking shift. Let's get going."

"But...but I just got here. I didn't even -"

"Trust me, Bitch. We don't want to be late. Anything you get for going under Quota is a pittance compared to missing roll call."

The bear was pulled along by his new master and dragged into line with the other prisoners. They all faced towards the far side of the dormitories, away from where Logan had entered.

Logan could just make out a shimmering blue block on the wall before it slid down to ground level. To his astonishment, it chugged across the ground, moving like a train towards the village. Only the dragon's hand on his shoulder kept him from running away.

It came to a stop at the edge of the village, and a cloud-shaped hatch slammed down, forming a walkway. Twelve armed Dobermans stepped out, flanking the door as two white-coated men followed. One, the older and more advanced-looking of the group, was a gorilla, carrying a clipboard and a pen. The other was a panther, looking back and forth like a yokel just reaching a city.

Looks like a new guy, Logan thought.

The guards and scientists walked towards them, stopping about ten feet away. The gorilla glanced at his clipboard.

"When I call your name, step forward for processing. Those called and processed will be milked for no less than six hours, and will then be released for your evening meal. Any complaining or resistance will be punished.

"Foster, Desmond."

The hyena stepped forward. Logan was surprised he moved so quick.

"Styles, Tyler."

An orca stepped forward, one that looked like he needed a new harness. And I thought Suan was big, Logan thought.

"Cappel, Logan."

He stepped forward, and he felt all eyes on him. The gorilla shook his head.

"New meat. Kodi, this one will be your responsibility. Make sure that you don't mess it up."

"Yes, sir," the panther muttered.

"Everyone else, back to your cottages. You will have your shift later. Those selected, step into the box."

Logan walked with the others, keeping Tyler between him and Desmond. As he stepped into the box, he tried to dismiss his worries. After all, being milked of cum couldn't be that bad...

Right?

Chapter End