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"Good morning, students. For today's lecture I will do a brief discussion on our Prisoner Research Exchange Program before I continue on to demonstrate how we process a convict. If we have any visitors here that are unfamiliar with the subject, please be aware that this demonstration involves male nudity and involuntary semen extraction."

Dr. Hunt was a youthful looking raccoon, but held a senior position at the faculty. He stood in front of the large fixed table in the middle of the small lecture hall, wearing his usual white coat, facing the students that were seated on ascending rows of seats towards the back. A small glass jar, a bottle filled with clear liquid and something that looked like a type of remote control sat on the table behind him. To his rear left, next to the table, stood a fox with a blank expression on his face, wearing a charcoal prison jumpsuit with repetitions of barcodes and the number 6283 printed all over.

Thomas, a coyote in the second row, felt conflicted justifying his attendance. Majoring in mathematics, this lecture was not a requirement for any course he was enrolled in. But something drove him to attend. He needed to see this.

"Right..." Dr. Hunt continued. After his introduction the raccoon had paused for a few moments to allow time for anyone in the small group of 10 or so students to reconsider, but there was no movement. "It seems that all of us are interested, so let's get started."

'That was it', Thomas thought to himself. His last chance to back out and he didn't. Leaving now would just draw unnecessary attention.

The raccoon walked to the very front, moving in behind the table as he started in his typical lecturing tone. "Most of us are familiar with the Prisoner Research Exchange Act of 1-618, allowing scientific institutes like ours to use prisoners as involuntary research subjects. Today, worldwide, around seventy percent of all non-feral research involves prisoners. It is not surprising that the act has been instrumental in some of the biggest breakthroughs in medicine."

The coyote looked at the fox while Dr. Hunt continued with his introduction. It struck him as strange that the prisoner was unrestrained. Wasn't that a bit risky? He didn't look dangerous, though. In fact, he didn't look like a criminal at all. He appeared rather docile, just staring forward into the nothingness. He seemed neither relaxed nor worried about what was going to be done to him. The only indication that he was even aware of his surroundings was the way his ears flicked every time the raccoon used the word 'prisoner'.

Thomas lost himself in his thoughts of how they were actually going to make that fox cum. Stimulate him to the point of orgasm - in the very room where he was sitting. He had to wonder what was going through the canine's mind. How could he deal with that inevitability? That within the next few minutes he will have that most intimate part of him violated. That he would somehow be manipulated to release that most private thing, his seed, stored deep within his testicles. And worst of all, that it would be done in front of an audience.

Dr. Hunt continued. "Whenever a criminal is convicted, his biometrics are captured and made available in a public database. Institutes like ours continually monitor this database for potential research candidates. What most of you here today might not be familiar with is the processing and handling of a prisoner subject once selected. This isn't a well publicised process as most of society seems to prefer not to know, which I think is a real pity. Fascinating subject."

Thomas sat mesmerized by the raccoon's words, trying to guess how it was going to happen. He had no idea how they actually did it, but he knew that it was done routinely and successfully at the institute.

He imagined that the fox would somehow be restrained. Perhaps they then used some form of anal probe for electroejaculation? Maybe it was forced masturbation? Maybe they were going to inject him with some kind of drug?

"...so balancing personal rights with societal benefit, these rules prevent us from using the prisoners for just any kind of research. In fact, there are only a few fields of research that don't violate at least one of these guidelines. The one we're going to focus on today is genetics. And what we require from a prisoner subject for this particular field of research is his semen."

The raccoon then turned to his left and pointed to the dazed fox. "Our subject today, prisoner 6283, is a 27 year old male fox, currently serving a 6 month sentence for shoplifting. Ah, a question from one of our visitors. And you are Mr..."

"Thomas, Doctor" he replied, only then realizing that the raccoon had actually asked for his last name.

"Your question?"

After lowering his paw shyly, Thomas continued in a quiet voice, trying to keep the fox from hearing. "Doctor Hunt... should... shouldn't he be restrained?"

"Ah, of course, you're unfamiliar with the neural modulator?"

Thomas's confusion was revealed by his instinctive canine head roll.

"To our visitors, at this particular research facility we implant all our prisoner subjects with a neural modulator upon first arrival. A recent addition to the program.

It is a simple non-invasive procedure which involves placement of a small neurally tuned antenna deep inside each ear. When activated, this places the subject in a dream-like state. They are aware of their surroundings, but, much like when we dream, do not question how they got there or what is being done to them."

'Wow', Thomas thought to himself. He had heard of such technology before, but never seen it in action. So to the fox it was all going to seem like some kind of incoherent nightmare? Or perhaps... erotic dream? He had to concentrate to keep his tail from wagging at the thought.

Dr. Hunt continued: "Subject 6283 has been in this state since you entered the lecture hall. Another question I see, please go ahead Mr..."

"Mr. Hopkins, Doctor." This time it was a panther in the third row that had put his paw up. He addressed the coon while keeping his eyes on the fox. "Dr. Hunt, does he understand what we're saying... right now?"

Thomas felt relieved that there were other questions from the class. He relaxed a bit more and decided to just enjoy the show.

"He does understand, but he isn't attaching much value to the words unless addressed directly, which brings me to my next point. While the subject is in this state, if I can keep an authoritative tone then he will follow my orders without question."

The coon then turned towards the fox. "Prisoner 6283, remove your outer clothes and place them on the table."

Thomas's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe that such seemingly tiny implants, invisible to an observer, would allow the fox to be manipulated to such a level.

The prisoner continued reluctantly, unzipping the front of the jumpsuit and removing his arms from the sleeves. The idea that he was being forced to undress himself against his will was causing a stirring in the coyote's groin. But when the fox removed the top part he just let it hang down and looked back to the raccoon. With only his chest exposed, he didn't want to continue.

Thomas was by now trying hard to suppress his growing erection. The fox's perfect chest was now exposed all the way down to his waist where the fur was broken by the just-visible white waistband of his underwear.

Dr. Hunt lifted up a small device in his paw. "This remote here adjusts the level of modulation applied. Too much and the subject won't respond to external stimulus; too little and they become too lucid and uncooperative, like this one. I'm upping the level from 70 to a nice strong 80 percent modulation. Also, when they don't follow through with orders the first time, you just have to be a bit more firm."

He then turned to the fox again. "It is imperative that you remove your clothing right now."

At this, the fox submissively dropped his ears flat against his head and quickly stripped the bottom part all the way down, revealing a generic pair of white prison-issue briefs. The waistband was barcoded all around. Even his underwear was marked with his prison number: 6283. He folded up the clothing and placed it neatly on the side of the table.

"Good. Stand over here so that I can take your height measurement."

The fox complied, standing perfectly upright while the doctor lowered a horizontal metal bar over his head. "1.75 m. Excellent. Now remove your underwear and step on the scale."

Again the fox complied, but paused for a few seconds as he hooked his thumbs behind the waistband of his underwear. He gazed at the students with an unhappy expression on his face before he continued and slipped his last piece of clothing down to his ankles. He picked them up and placed them next to his other clothing on the corner of the table before he got onto the scale.

Seeing the poor fox get humiliated like that woke strange emotions in Thomas. He clearly didn't want to be exposed in front of everyone like that, but in his mind it was something that simply had to be done. The idea of being in that fox's position had a strange kind of appeal to it. The thought that he had no control flighting what he was being commanded to do.

"72 kg on the dot. Perfect. You can now stand for the class again." Dr. Hunt then made some entries onto a touchscreen computer built into the back of the table.

The fox moved to his original position, only completely naked now, in clear view of the students. Something else was revealed to them at this point: a thick nylon band was fastened around his left ankle with some kind of electronic device attached. It was obviously some kind of transmitter used for tracking prisoner movement.

Thomas noticed just how perfect looking the other canine's body was. Despite being a criminal, he was well groomed and he clearly worked hard to stay in shape. But what made him appear even sexier was his complete lack of either pride or shame. He had probably already forgotten that he was naked to begin with. While in his hypnotized state, he merely stood so upright because he understood that it was required of him.

The raccoon noticed the coyote's fixation on the fox. "Don't worry Mr. Thomas, he looks like he's awake, but trust me, he's quite out of it. I've done this plenty of times and I assure you he won't harm anyone here. Foxes are pretty easy to work with anyway."

Thomas then noticed the coon staring straight at him, as if trying to read his thoughts. A few seconds passed in silence before he breathed in to continue his lecture, but he was interrupted.

"Why am I naked?" The fox mumbled, his first words since the students entered the class.

Given what he had learned about the neural modulator, Thomas had no idea that the fox was still able to speak. For a moment he felt sympathy for the prisoner. He clearly didn't like this. He imagined that it must have felt like one of those horrible dreams where you're back in school and you're naked in class.

"I'm going to demonstrate how to collect semen from a prisoner. And you're the prisoner."

"but..."

The raccoon just continued, speaking over the fox. "Get up onto the table for me and then down on all fours." The fox reluctantly complied, walking up to the back of the table where the raccoon stood, but paused when he got to the edge. Dr. Hunt tapped on the table and commanded in a slightly louder tone: "Up." The fox did as he was told.

"See, whenever he starts to question, just be firm. The questioning happens mostly during the beginning of the process as he is unfamiliar with his surroundings." He moved over to the side of the table and addressed the fox again. "Come over to this side of the table so that I can exhibit you to the class. Good."

Thomas's stomach began to buzz. This was quite possibly the hottest situation he'd ever witnessed. He quietly lowered his paws to adjust his uncomfortable erection. He wondered to himself if anyone would be able to smell his arousal.

From the student's perspective, the fox was now on the left side on top of the table, standing on all fours - his front paws and knees - and facing to the right, with Dr. Hunt right behind him to the left of the table. The raccoon placed down the remote and small bottle that he brought with him to that side of the table.

"As you can see our subject is somewhat shy, with his tail covering his genitals." The raccoon spoke as he worked. "We'll just lift that right up and inspect your hindquarters a bit... good, everything looks perfectly healthy."

The raccoon felt the fox's testicles and inspected his still sheathed penis while holding back the tail desperately trying to cover them. The fox had an annoyed expression on his face, but apparently he didn't understand just where he was and why that was being done to him. He had no ambition to take control of his situation or fight the uncomfortable touches from the raccoon. He merely accepted his fate as some uncomfortable process he needed to go through.

Dr. Hunt then took the bottle of what appeared to be lubricant and squeezed some of it out on his right paw. He rubbed his fingers over his palm to spread it out. "Lift your leg."

The fox lifted his right leg, the one towards the students and the raccoon guided it to rest on his own left shoulder. "There." This allowed him good access to the fox's underbelly while allowing the students to see every intimate part of him from the side: his short, thick sheath, his soft white fuzzy balls and even his pink tailhole.

Dr. Hunt smiled and in an almost whispery voice spoke to the fox. "That's a good boy. Leave your leg up on my shoulder like that until we're finished." Turning back to the students he continued louder. "I'll unsheath him by pulling it back and gently... there." His sheath slipped back, first exposing a tiny bit of pink and then after overcoming the initial resistance, slipping down all the way to reveal the fox's short, unerect member.

The fox groaned. With how stressful the situation was to him, he wasn't the least bit turned on. Just humiliated for having himself exposed to the class in such a compact, pup-like form.

It was at this point that Thomas realized something that had been bugging him ever since he entered the class, but couldn't put his finger on until now: he was the only other canine there. He looked around himself frantically. He began having paranoid thoughts about what the other students were thinking. 'Are they all laughing internally at me?'

Looking at the fox's knotted penis he knew that the others, probably all medical students, knew that he shared that anatomy. Whatever was being done to that fox could have just as well be being done to him. This lecture didn't feel like 'how to milk a prisoner' anymore, it was 'how to milk a canine'.

The raccoon made his digits into a loose fist and slipped it around the pink penis, causing Thomas to cringe. "First we start with a gentle pumping action. There." The fox started showing the first signs of sexual arousal and gave an involuntary thrust.

"Those occasional humps are normal. This is what we call the the prestimulus stage; we're going to keep working him up like this, but we don't want to touch behind the knot yet." He switched over to his whispery voice again. "That's it right there, pup, I can see you're a grower."

The fox started again, "I don't wanna do this in front of these people."

"They're students. And you're the subject. Just look to your front, this is for science."

"I don't... nngggh!" The fox's words were interrupted by his own body's betrayal.

"As he becomes more aroused one can gradually turn up his lucidity on the neural modulator because he's less likely to question and interrupt the procedure. The trick is to observe him closely and make sure he remains lucid enough to receive maximum stimulus, but not so much that he starts to question his predicament.

"Squeezing gently like these while stroking him gives results without fail. I can see our subject is starting to enjoy this, just look at him grow. Now that is a beautiful specimen right there."

The fox was almost fully erect at this point and gave another uncomfortable grunt, followed by a restlessness that was visible in his lower body. This was followed two seconds later by a small squirt of precum.

At the sight of this, Thomas was sure his body released some of his own pre into his boxers, causing him to give an unexpected moan. The coyote's ear went flat. 'That was way too loud. Did any of the others hear it?'

While still working on the fox, the raccoon reacted by turning and looking straight at him as if inquiring about the sound he heard. In a desperate attempt to try and cover it up, Thomas cleared his throat to try and turn the noise he made into the start of a question. "Aauuuhm... Dr. Hunt, uh... will uh... will he remember any of this?" He sighed. That was close.

"Well Mr. Thomas, we could in theory use this neural modulation technology to make him forget, but that would be a violation of his personal rights. There are strict regulations against that to avoid the possibility of abuse. No, he may seem pretty clueless now, but after we wrap up here his memory of these events will be just as vivid as yours."

The fox gave another thrust, causing the raccoon to smile.

"Maybe even a little more vivid for him than you".

There was another harsh thrust and more pre started to drip from the fox. He then moved into a gentle rhythm, humping his rear slightly as his balls lightly swung with every jerk.

"OK, he's pretty deep into it. Mr. Thomas, could you come up here please?"

"Uh... me, sir? Now?"

"Yes, I will need someone to take charge of the remote as I'll be using both paws from this point on. You seem like you're very interested."

Thomas figured that Dr. Hunt meant that he would also be holding the collection jar. All he'd have to do is adjust the remote. Liking the idea of having control of the fox's implants, the coyote decided to do it. He got up and walked to the front of the class, focusing hard on carrying himself with dignity despite the potentially humiliating situation he was getting into as a fellow canine.

He picked up the remote, looking at it up close for the first time. There was a large circular touch-sensitive dial and a numeric display at the top. It read 78. He looked back at the raccoon for further instructions.

"OK Mr. Thomas, I want you to make sure you keep the dial between 60 and 90. I'm going to apply some pressure to his prostate. This greatly increases the yield, but also tends to distress the subject somewhat. You can turn the stimulus all the way to 90 now for the initial insertion.

Thomas was surprised at this. 'Isn't this going a little too far? The coon inserting... what? His finger into the fox's butt?' That had to be it, there weren't any other obvious instruments within reach.

He then did as requested, turning the dial up, and the fox's eyelids drooped almost immediately in response. It was terrifying to see how quickly the modulator affected him.

"Are we at ninety yet?"

"Yes, Dr. Hunt."

"Good, first, let me apply some more lube to my right paw to make sure he gets distracted by plenty of stimulus. There." After doing as he described, he handed the lube to Thomas. "Please squeeze out a good amount of lube onto my middle digit. Great. First I'm going to apply some to the general area."

Thomas couldn't believe he was really assisting with this. Part of him felt singled out. He constantly thought of the amusement this must be providing to the other students - the canine helping a canine get milked. On the other paw, he came here hoping to catch a glimpse of this deed and he was now given an all access pass. He could reach out and touch the entranced fox, his balls swinging no more than a meter away from his eyes.

While still gently masturbating the canid with his right paw, the raccoon did as he explained, moved his left over to the fox's tailhole and applied lube around the area. Even with the modulation at 90 percent he still got a surprise yelp from the fox upon touch, but the canine quickly subsided into submission again.

"A little bit more lube." Dr. Hunt instructed as he held out his paw again. Thomas complied. "Now I'm inserting my left middle digit into his rectum."

While still keeping the fox stimulated and distracted with his right paw, he applied gentle pressure to the tailhole, slowly forcing his digit in. The fox was both uncomfortable and excited at this. His motions started to become erratic. For a moment Thomas thought that the fox was going to shoot his load, but being a canine he realized that it was impossible without some pressure behind his knot.

The raccoon adjusted his tempo down only for a few seconds to let the fox calm down before he picked up the pace again, working the moaning canine hard with his experienced hands. When some excess lubricant started to run down the inside of his right paw, he expertly rubbed it off on the fox's fuzzy balls in a single stroke, leaving them visibly wet.

After pulling his digit out almost all the way, the raccoon joined his index digit with the middle one and slowly inserted again, this time causing a visible change in expression on the fox's face. "That's two digits."

After a few seconds of discomfort, the prisoner again continued his subtle rocking motions, thrusting into the raccoon's paw. His orbs, pulled up against his crotch from the cold wetness, continued their swinging with each motion. The raccoon's two digits eventually slipped in all the way and he kept it idle in the warmth of the fox's rectum.

"Alright, now that the fox is comfortable again, I'm going to apply some pressure to his prostate. As a trait that's especially prominent in foxes, take a close look at what happens when I do."

Thomas was starting to think that the raccoon was getting some kind of dark pleasure from making him watch another canine being abused like that.

He moved his right paw down onto the fox's shaft in order to make the tip of his penis visible to the class. As he applied pressure in the fox's rectum, the fox immediately started leaking large amounts of clear precum. His expression changed to one of desperation, like a cub with a full bladder trying desperately not to wet himself.

First a few drops emerged, then they combined into a gentle stream that dripped down his shaft and onto the doctor's paw until finally a few squirts erupted, all despite the fox's futile attempt to hold them back. The raccoon held his paw out, catching some of the pre-ejaculate, using the wetness as additional lubricant to continue masturbating the fox.

Thomas battled not to let his mouth hang open as he looked at the spectacle. He wish he could record the images that played off in front of him. He knew that it was going to be pawing off material for him for a long time to come.

"Mr. Thomas, I want you to gradually lower the modulation down to 60% over the course of about a minute."

The raccoon still kept stroking and massaging with his two paws, keeping the fox well stimulated so that his becoming more lucid would not lead him to start questioning again.

"80 percent" the coyote called out.

The raccoon smiled as he saw the fox's tongue hanging out. His eyes were still drooping. Even with the lessened modulation he was panting rapidly and he was now starting to drool.

"70 percent"

The fox was less affected by the modulator now, but he was in a different kind of trance. The pleasure was overriding any kind of free will he had to resist.

"60 percent"

The fox's eyes were now completely closed. Hints of a smile was starting to show on his face.

"Great, you can put the remote down now and fetch the collection cup from over there. With both my paws tied up you're going to have to be the one to collect. Think you can do that?"

"Uhm... yes Dr. Hunt."

"Stand to the other side, so that the students can see." The raccoon turned to the class. "You're welcome to leave your seats to get a closer look. We're very close to the climax now."

The students started shifting around. A few moved forward to the table, causing the rest to also abandon their seats and follow, crowding around the table and Thomas as each tried to get the best view. Thomas could feel the body heat of the closest students, a bull behind him, a stag to his left and to his right the panther who had asked the question earlier on. The bull even leaned with his arm on the coyote's shoulder as he stared past him to the fox.

"OK Mr. Thomas, get ready."

The raccoon gave the fox's penis one final rub to keep it wet and then slided his fingers down behind the knot, applying a pinching pressure with his fingers. Within two seconds the fox reacted dramatically, howling as he felt that familiar feeling in his balls and bolts of pleasure shot up his shaft, accompanied by the delightful massages on his prostate.

Thomas brought the jar close as the raccoon expertly held the shaft towards the opening, still keeping pressure on the right parts, yet preventing the fox from jerking around frantically. Making sure nothing would spill, the coyote held the jar at a low angle, keeping the opening around the tip of his penis.

The fox moaned as the first load of thick, white canine semen shot into the jar. The jet was so powerful that some of it spilled back out of the cup from the sheer momentum, wetting the coyote's fingers. Then after a few more thrusts and some desperate noises by the prisoner the semen started coming in regular jets, a total of 12 such squirts, each delivering a little bit less fluid than the last.

Seeing and smelling this up close was almost too much and nearly sent Thomas over the edge. With the other students still huddled around him, he grabbed the side of the table with his left paw and bit down on his teeth as he felt himself squirt large amounts of precum into his underwear.

The coyote used all his strength to keep from grunting again. He had to wonder if the bull leaning over him felt his body shake at that instant. Luckily for him, other than perhaps his paw holding the collection jar under his belly, the sights and smells of the fox were dominating everyone's attention and the focus was firmly on him.

"Thank you Mr. Thomas, you can put down the collection jar now. That should conclude the fertile portion of his ejaculate." Thomas did as he was told, not really knowing what to do about the fox semen still on his paw.

"He's really squeezing my fingers hard now. As he orgasms, his anal walls contract with each spasm. Another trait that's especially prevalent in foxes. That's why they have a bit of a... reputation for being uh..."

"Cockwarmers", the bull leaning over Thomas confidently called out. For the coyote his voice had a quality of close proximity; he was certain that the bovine had deliberately leaned forward to say it into his ear. The comment caused a few random snickers around the table. Everyone there also knew that that particular trait applied equally well to any other canine, not just foxes.

The raccoon looked towards the bull while still applying the same stimulus to the fox, for no apparent reason at this point. But instead of making any attempt to correct the politically incorrect statement he just smiled sinisterly. He then glanced in Thomas's direction for a second before turning his vision to his front again as he extracted his fingers. This caused another short yelp from the fox, who was otherwise in a total daze, panting and drooling as his shaft kept leaking small amounts of after-ejaculate.

After removing the fox's paw from his shoulder where it was still resting, he proceeded to a basin on the front left of the lecture hall to wash his paws. With his back turned to the students, he spoke. "You can return to your seats now. Mr. Thomas, you can turn it all the way down to 20 percent."

"20 percent? Are you sure, Doctor Hunt? Won't that... isn't that dangerous?"

Dr. Hunt returned to the table, drying his paws with a small towel as the students got seated. Noticing how Thomas was still holding his semen covered paws, he casually threw the towel over to him and continued explaining while the coyote cleaned his paws.

"Right now he's in an extremely vulnerable position. As a canine you should know that. He won't be able to retract or stop dripping for another 10 minutes. And he probably won't stop panting. This is a perfect opportunity to demonstrate the purpose of the neural modulator."

The coyote nodded and hesitantly turned the dial all the way down to 20, keeping his eyes fixed on the fox. Almost immediately he appeared more lucid, shaking his head between pants. "What the... What is this?"

"You've done well." the raccoon remarked. He picked up the collection jar where the coyote put it down and held it up to the fox's view. "I'd say about 50 cc."

There were a few noises of surprise from the class. The students were shocked to see Dr. Hunt's apparent attempt to embarrass the prisoner.

"This is... real?" the fox puzzledly asked.

Thomas felt his stomach buzz again as he felt strong but confusing emotions. This was cruel. The poor fox was clearly trying to piece together what moments earlier felt like a dream, only to learn now that it really happened. Was still happening. And with some neural modulation still being applied it was making it so much harder for him to figure out, keeping him from full mental clarity.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed. We do this all the time."

"No... no! Where are my clothes?" The fox wanted to cover himself up, but his erect penis was making it impossible. He was still feeling the afterglow of his orgasm, still panting so hard that he couldn't keep his mouth closed. Everyone stared as he panickingly tried to look for a way to make an exit, but realized he had nowhere to go. "Please stop this." He shook his head again before exclaiming "This can't be real!"

"Oh but it is real. Very real. And we have you booked at the institute for an entire week, so... better get used to it."

"No... take me back to prison now!" He just lowered his head in shame, his state of post-orgasm keeping him on all fours on the table, constantly increasing the pool of uncollected ejaculate beneath him.

"OK Mr. Thomas, that's enough, all the way up to 90."

Thomas didn't hesitate and quickly did as requested. "Done"

"Right, prisoner 6283, sit up."

"No... no I don't want to." His face looked confused again, but his thoughts still had some rationality left from the sobriety just moments before. He appeared to try and hold on to the thought of what he just realized, trying to keep himself lucid.

Dr. Hunt repeated, this time in a deeper voice "Sit up and don't test my patience."

This time the fox complied, his thoughts completely taken over again by the neural modulator. Despite his best attempts, his mind slipped into a dream-like state again and he had no understanding as to how he got there or what was being done to him. He sat up on the table, with his legs spread out flat, facing the class. He kept looking down puzzledly at his still erect and squirting penis.

"Hold out your hand." the raccoon spoke. The fox complied and a small amount of lubricant was squirted onto his paw by the doctor. "I want you to keep yourself well lubricated. As soon as you can, slip your sheath back."

The fox just sat confused and did as he was told, rubbing the lube on his still erect penis for the whole class to see.

"Maybe I took that a bit too far, but my point here was to show you just what big a difference the modulator makes. Its use is as important on research subjects as the program itself. Thank you, Mr. Thomas, you may have a seat now. I appreciate your assistance."

Thomas felt truly conflicted about what he had just witnessed. He should be horrified. But there was something about it that he liked, some dark pleasure he was deriving from it. The idea of that fox being so completely violated. Not just his body, but also his mind. He had to wonder what it would be like... to have absolutely no control over his situation and be at the mercy of another like that.

He walked back to his seat, but when he got to the side of the second row he paused in his tracks, realizing his earlier spot was no longer empty. Staring back at him from it was the bull from earlier. His old seat was the second in from the left, while the one on the side had been empty before. Now the bull was sitting in his, with his arm placed around the backrest of the one on the isle. On the seat part there was a bag, apparently belonging to the bull.

Upon arriving at the second row, the bull gave Thomas a strong stare for a few seconds, keeping his face expressionless. He then picked up his bag from the seat and moved it over to his other side as if indicating for the coyote to be seated there, but he didn't remove his arm from the back.

For no logical reason he could later justify to himself, Thomas took up the offer and got seated next to the large bull. He immediately regretted it. Why would he do this? Was he acknowledging his submissiveness to the bovine? Dammit. It was too late to change his mind now.

Dr. Hunt wrapped up. "Any final questions?" The panther put up his paw again. "Go ahead Mr. Hopkins."

"Doctor, you mentioned that he would remember all of this. Won't he take it personally? I mean... what about when he gets out of prison? And all the other prisoners that you've... processed."

"You mean, might they want to take some kind of revenge? I've personally milked at least a hundred subjects during my tenure and none of them have ever given me or the institute any trouble. My colleagues like to think we derive some safety from the harsh sentence any repeat offence would carry. If you ask me, they'd probably be too embarrassed to face us again."

As Dr. Hunt spoke, he opened up a drawer from the table and removed a small black box from it, almost like the ones wedding rings get put in.

"Any other questions?"

The class sat quietly. "Alright then, that wraps it up. I'll see you all at the next lecture. Mr. Thomas, please stay behind, I'd like to have a quick word before you leave."

Thomas wondered what it was about. Was the raccoon on to his twisted fascination with the process? Was he going to get into trouble?

With the exception of Thomas and the bull, all of the class got up and exited, some at the front, and some slipping out by the one way fire exits at the back. Within a minute it was only Dr. Hunt, the prisoner and the two of them.

Thomas wondered why the bull had stayed seated. He got a worrying answer when the bovine moved his left arm forward, placing his paw on the coyote's shoulder. "Just stay put little buddy."

The raccoon walked to the side of the hall and locked the front entrance door, giving another sinister smile. Thomas now started feeling very uneasy. As he approached the row where the coyote was seated, the doctor opened up the small box he brought with him to remove what looked like two small earpieces.

With the horror visible on his face, Thomas realized what they were. His eyes darted around desperately. He wanted to get up and run. Perhaps he could still make it to one of the fire exits.

Before panic completely took him over he took a moment to process the situation. Surely he must have misinterpreted Dr. Hunt's intentions. Surely this wasn't what it looked like.

The raccoon's next words, directed at the bull, confirmed the reality and sent a chill down Thomas's spine: "Hold him."