Cub Milking

Enjoying the sunny late afternoon, Oliver waved goodbye to his friends from the study group as he headed out, the little 6 year old donkey's ears swaying from side to side as he hummed a cheerful tone, eager to get back home and begin the weekend. With his thumbs tucked underneath the straps of his backpack as he walked along, the young equine was sure that absolutely nothing could ruin his day, already planning out what he'd have for a snack after getting home before spending the rest of the Friday evening doing nothing except relaxing and playing games. What the colt didn't notice however was a van that had been sitting in the parking lot for hours already, its engine turning on as soon as he stepped out into the street, pulling out of the parking spot and slowly heading down the road the same direction Oliver was going. With the windows of the van blacked out, the foal had no clue that he was being watched by several pairs of predatory eyes as he strolled down the sidewalk, utterly oblivious to the threat that loomed over him as he turned a corner to a much quieter street, barely even noticing how the van suddenly pulled up a few metres ahead of him and stopped at the curb. As soon as Oliver walked past the vehicle, the side door of it swung open, two pairs of hands scooping him off of the sidewalk and yanking him into the van, a hand quickly clamping around his muzzle to quiet the startled yelp he let out. Within a single second, the van door slammed shut again as a burlap sack was lowered over the cub's head, blinding him as he desperately tried to scream and wriggle free, his hands forced behind his back as panic filled his mind. The donkey felt a muzzle being fastened around his head, keeping his mouth shut as he heard the voices of several men around him, the van lurching forwards as if taking off in high speed, a gruff chuckle right next to his ear making the cub shiver in terror, 
“See? I told you this was a good place to watch. A cute little one like this, they'll love him~”
Flinch as a hand suddenly pushed under his shirt, feeling up his soft fur for a moment before travelling downwards, groping at both the front and the back of his shorts, Oliver whimpered as another voice joined in, growling in satisfaction 
“Yeah, he'll make for great merchandise, looks just old enough to be milked. A nice payday for us~”
Trembling as he was sat down on the floor of the van, unable to see anything or hear much besides the heavy breathing and malicious laughter of the men all around him, the little colt had no idea what was happening to him, though he did know that he certainly didn't like the sound of it. 

After a rather long drive, with the boy stewing in his anxiousness the entire time, Oliver finally felt the van coming to a stop, one of the men grabbing onto him and dragging him up to his feet as he let out a muffled yelp into the muzzle wrapped around his mouth, shoved out of the van. Led by his kidnappers, the donkey walked for a few seconds before hearing what sounded like a rolling garage door closing behind him, his ears perking up at a new voice coming from in front of him, a male but not quite so gruff as the ones he'd heard before, 
“Chop chop, let's see the new merchandise then, I've still got plenty of setup to do for tonight's celebrations.”
Momentarily blinded by the light as the bag was yanked from his head, Oliver squinted and looked around, taking a nervous step back as a stork dressed in a suit vest and bow tie stared him down, a pair of spectacles perched on the avian's beak. Surrounded by his kidnappers, the cub seemed to be in what looked like a loading dock of some sort, his hands still held behind his back as the well dressed stork eyed him up from head to toe, his eyes going wide in surprise and a shy blush coming on his face as the man suddenly felt up his crotch, 
“Yes, I think he'll do quite well. I'll add a little extra on top of the usual payment, thanks to your quick delivery, you can leave.”

With a wave of his hand, the bird sent the group of kidnappers away, all of them disappearing out the door that the cub had been delivered through as he knelt down in front of the scared little donkey, smirking slightly as he took the muzzle off of the kid's face, 
“My name is Elias, and I am your new handler. What might your name be?”
“O… Oliver…”
“Oliver, wonderful!”
Patting the boy on the back, the stork nudged him forwards, walking him out of the loading dock and into a hallway, keeping the colt moving at a steady pace even as Oliver’s feet dragged out of anxiety,
“You've been brought here to provide a very special service to our clients. You're… the centrepiece of our celebrations tonight, you and a few of our other boys.”
Confused about what the man was talking about, the donkey gave a light gasp as Elias opened up a door, stepping into a room with a handful of bunk beds set along the walls, several other boys near the foal's age standing and sitting around, all of them completely nude. The avian pointed at one of the other cubs, a stark white arctic fox sitting on one of the bunk beds, the kit's sheath and sack hanging out with him making no effort to cover up, as if it was just normal, 
“You'll be entertaining our guests with Logan here, he's one of our most popular boys~”
Looking around in shock, gulping as he tried not to stare at the naked kids, Oliver cleared his throat with a sheepish look on his face, 
“Wh… what do I have to do?”
“Oh, you'll see soon enough. But first, we've got to get you prepared for tonight~”

The bird shoved Oliver forwards, walking the little colt past all the other boys staring at him as his ears flopped down to his shoulders, feeling more shy than ever. Just beyond the sleeping quarters, the foal was brought to a shower room, rows of shower heads set all around, with no walls or curtains to hide behind. Staring at the showers with growing dread, the boy jumped slightly as Elias suddenly grabbed onto him from behind, taking his shirt and tugging it off of him as his face went bright red, his hands desperately trying to keep his naughty bits hidden as the stork plucked his shorts open and yanked them down to his ankles. Eyeing up the donkey's adorable briefs with a smirk, the man squatted down behind the cub and slipped his fingers down the sides of the pair, pulling them down, nudging the shy equine's hands out of the way of the kid's crotch. With a small moan, Elias pinched the boy's soft cocklet with two fingers, grinning at the tiny whimper coming from Oliver as he slowly pumped the little equine length, reaching his other hand down between the colt’s legs to fondle the kid's taut sack, 
“Looking very promising so far, but I'll have to see the goods in their full glory~”
Shuffling and shifting from one leg to the other as the stork groped him, Oliver let out a small sigh of relief as Elias let go of his dick, though the sense of respite was only momentary. Reaching into his pocket, the avian pulled out a small pill, prying the donkey's muzzle open and shoving the pill in before clamping it shut, forcing the squirming boy to swallow it down, 
“That'll keep you going all night long~”
Within seconds, Oliver began to feel slightly lightheaded, a tingling taking over his body as the bird slowly moved a hand from his snout back down to his crotch, wrapping a hand around his cocklet as he let out a quivering moan. The colt had no idea what was in the pill, but it made everything, especially his shaft, ten times more sensitive, even a light brush against his manhood enough to get him stiff as a flagpole within seconds, gasping as his cock immediately flared up with the stork’s fingers caressing it, 
“There you go~”
Keeping one hand on the boy's dick at all times, Elias stripped off his own clothes as well before dragging the donkey underneath one of the showers, turning it on and letting the warm water wash over the moaning foal, pouring a big glob of soap onto the palm of his hand before rubbing it into the overly sensitive cub's girth and sack. 

For over an hour straight, the crane carefully washed every last inch of the young donkey's body, paying particular attention to his nethers. The bird's hands groped and caressed Oliver’s crotch and rear, a finger pushing inside of her tight pucker as he whimpered, wriggling around in the man's embrace, his legs quivering as Elias panted into his ear. After the first few minutes of his fur being scrubbed, it became clear to Oliver that his kidnapper was less interested in his coat being clean, and more interested in fondling him, the stork’s hands polishing his cock and gingerly kneading his sack, fingering his tailhole while caressing his taint, all of it feeling utterly overwhelming to the inexperienced boy, especially due to the increased sensitivity brought on by whatever he was drugged with. It almost seemed as if he was being trained, like a puppy, with the man jerking him off right to the verge of climax, leaving him dangling at the edge of his very first climax, a sensation that the colt didn't even understand. But every time he was seconds away from being pushed past the finish line, the avian suddenly stopped, leaving the foal to whine and pant in desperation as his flared cocklet twitched in the air, squirting copious amounts of precum onto the tile floor, swirling down the drain with the runoff from the shower. Thanks to his years of experience, Elias was able to perfectly sense when the little boys under his care were about to cum, letting him ease off on his fondling, edging the cubs to both train them for what was coming as well as to build up bigger loads for when the time for release was finally here. Relishing his work, the stork gleefully teased the newest member of his staff, gripping the donkey's throbbing cock and letting the shyly moaning kid wet his hands with pre. 

With his long and exhausting shover coming to an end, the bird finally letting go of his quivering dick to turn the steaming water off, Oliver could barely even stand, having to lean on the man's legs as his own threatened to give out from under him, just his fully erect shaft bobbing in the air and slapping against his thighs feeling like it'd cause him to blow up after being edged for so long. Quickly drying both himself and the trembling and gasping little donkey with towels, Elias slipped his fancy outfit back on, but left the colt’s clothes discarded on the floor, ushering his latest merchandise out into the sleeping quarters. A few other men, dressed in similar suit vests as the stork, were gathering up the cubs, all of the boys just as stiff, flushed, and drippy as Oliver was, seemingly having received similar teasing as the equine. Holding the foal's hand, Elias grabbed the arctic fox with him as well, watching Logan’s little knot bouncing around as he walked the two boys out and into a nearby large ballroom, several circular tables set with silver cutlery and fine china, a pole running through the centre of each table. The poles had what looked like leather straps attached to them, making Oliver even more worried than before, no matter how woozy he was feeling. Bringing the two cubs right to the largest table, Elias lifted them both up, kneeling them down with their backs against the pole before tying them in place with the straps, their arms and legs tightly tied behind their backs, leaving them as nothing more but helpless centrepieces. Grimacing as he tried tugging at his restraints, Oliver’s embarrassment grew heavier as he heard faint chatter coming from somewhere nearby, hearing a crowd of footsteps approaching as he looked down at his nude body, his dick leaking all over the tablecloth as he wriggled around, unable to move more than a few inches. Gritting his teeth, spotting that the white fox next to him was blushing as well, the donkey watched as the doors opened up, dozens of men dressed in suits and chatting amongst each other walking in, some smoking cigars while others sipped from glasses of whiskey, none of them even batting an eye at tiny boys being strapped up at the tables. 

Amongst the crowd of people, a tiger in a navy blue suit and a bear in a snazzy black suit were sat down next to the two boys, the feline giving a grin as looked up at the shy donkey's flare pointing him in the face, 
“This one's new, right? Don't think I've seen him around~”
The bear nodded with a chuckle, giving Oliver’s cock a gentle flick, drawing a moan out from the boy as his cock bounced up and down, 
“Oh yeah, think I'd remember if he'd been on offer before~”
The arctic fox held his breath as the ursine glanced at him, shivering as the man tickled the underside of his shaft, letting his tip drool onto the table,
“This one I've definitely seen before, always adorable~”
With a grin, the men both grabbed onto their boys, the bear wrapping his hand around Logan’s knot while the tiger's fingers latched onto the colt’s manhood, both continuing their casual chat while slowly jerking off the cubs. Gasping at the jolts of pleasure shooting through his body as the man massaged his length, trembling and moaning as a constant drool of precum oozed from him, Oliver was desperate to finally reach the climax he'd been teased with all night long, trying his hardest to hump the feline's hand but unable to do anything due to the straps holding him in place, completely at the mercy of the guests. The fox was in a similar situation, panting as the bear toyed with his red rocket, rubbing a thumb against his tip and smearing pre all over his shaft as the man's fingers locked under his knot, constantly keeping him on edge but never quite pushing him over it. With a smirk, the tiger reached for a glass, carefully holding it right in front of the colt’s flared tip as he gave Oliver’s base a good squeeze, giving his friend a nudge with his elbow, 
“Think I'm ready for a taste of this one~”
Moaning as the constant stroking made him writhe around, the approaching climax hitting him like a tidal wave, Oliver screamed as he finally reached the release he'd been held back from for hours by now, almost passing out from the intensity of it as he fired off a huge load. Shot after shot of his seed splashed into the tiger's glass, some splattering right past it and spraying on the floor instead as his shaft throbbed in the man's hand, pumping out so much cum that the glass almost threatened to overflow before he was finally done, whimpering as the feline dipped a finger into the warm cum, licking it off with a chuckle,
“I think this one's going to be a fun one~”

Shuddering as the tiger kept going even after he'd emptied his balls, incessantly rubbing at his flare and massaging his sack, Oliver glanced at his side to see that the arctic fox was in a very similar situation, continuing to get milked with the canine's load already filling up half a glass. Gasping desperately in between his moans, the donkey bit his lip and tried to yank himself free from his bindings once more, to very little effect, only getting a laugh out of the man pumping at his cock. Already made that much more sensitive by the drugs he'd been given, the added sensitivity brought on by his orgasm made the little colt unable to even think straight as both of the feline's hands gripped around his girth, every stroke leaving him out of breath as he whimpered, his dick staying as hard as diamonds even as the pleasure was so intense it bordered on torture. Holding the rapidly twitching canine shaft in his hand, the bear turned to his friend with a sly smirk, giving his lips a lick,
“I think we're gonna need more than just our hands if we wanna get more loads out of these boys~”
Nodding in agreement, the tiger opened up his muzzle, hovering it over the donkey's shaft as he slipped an arm between the cub's thighs, grabbing a handful of the foal's ass and nuzzling a finger between the soft cheeks. At the same time, the man clamped his maw down around Oliver’s cocklet, as well as pushing a finger into his pucker, sending a shock through the boy as he squealed, wriggling around in a vain attempt at getting free. Ignoring the kid's struggling and whimpering, the tiger slammed the equine length right down his mouth, planting his lips against the very base as the flared tip tickled the back of his tongue, adding another finger into the boy's tailhole for added anal stimulation as he sucked the young colt off. With the wet and warm muzzle suckling on his dick, and two fingers wiggling around in his ass, Oliver was pushed right past his breaking point once more, cumming again even though it was more painful than pleasurable this time around, grunting loudly as the man quickly let go of his cock, capturing his load into the glass as it quickly spilled over onto the table, 
“Good boy~”

Gritting his teeth as his cock twitched in the already overflowing glass, trembling as he pumped out what little seed he still had left to give, Oliver was sure that the men would leave both him and the little fox next to him alone after that. After all, surely the pair would see that they were both milked utterly dry, exhausted and without much else left to give. Unfortunately for the young colt, the guests had no intention of leaving them alone, having only gotten started. Moaning and panting with his eyes closed, giving a tiny yelp every time his dicklet twitched and sent a shiver up his spine, Oliver was almost ready to pass out on the spot already, right on the verge of blacking out when he flinched at the tiger grabbing his flare, his eyes shooting open as he bleated loudly, the feline's soft palm rubbing up against his tip,
“Not dozing off there, are you? We've still got the entire evening~”
The bear smirked, snapping his fingers to call a nearby waiter over to the table, 
“I think we need a few toys to keep these boys going~”
Giving a nod, the waiter disappeared into the other room for a moment, before appearing again with an assortment of sex toys on a platter, laying it down in front of the men. Laughing, the ursine picked up a fleshlight, giving the silicone lips a lick before teasing Logan’s tip with it, making the arctic fox wriggle and squirm as he leaned forwards,
“The entertainment is almost better than the meal itself, might even have to skip the dinner tonight~”
Nodding in agreement, the tiger reached for a rubber cock ring on the platter, stretching it over the donkey's shaft and setting it right at the base of Oliver’s girth, making him tense up and whimper as the man clicked a little button on it, the ring jumping to life as it began to vibrate, keeping him hard no matter how much he might've wished otherwise, 
“You're right, this is worth the price of admission alone~”
With a laugh, the bear slammed the fleshlight onto the fox's cock, all the way down to the knot, as the tiger reached for a smooth, long vibrator, quickly lubing it up with his own spit before sliding it right between the equine's ass cheeks, pushing it deeper and deeper until only the base remained outside of the donkey's pucker. With the toy planted deep in his asshole, already making him groan as his hole clenched hard, Oliver looked down at the tiger with a pleading stare, trying to beg as his words slurred and stuttered, 
“Pl… please, st… stop, I-”
With a devious grin, the man turned up the knob on the base of the dildo stuffed deep inside of the colt, turning on the vibrator pressed right against Oliver’s prostate, his eyes rolling back as he screamed, his cock twitching hard enough to slap his own belly, leaving a wet imprint onto his fur as the two men laughed. 

For hours, the boys were teased and played with, their assholes probed with one toy after the other while their cocks were milked by hand and by maw. Both managed to squirt out a few more pints of cum over the night, however their forced orgasms quickly turned into nothing except a tiny dribble of almost entirely clear fluid, having been milked entirely dry. The men still didn't stop however, toying and pumping the boys nonstop, making them climax again and again while laughing at the looks of utter agony on the cubs’ faces. With the sun having gone down a while ago, most of the other guests having cleared out of the room already, Oliver was brought to one final orgasm by the tiger, a curved vibrator with a small knob branching out of it hooked into his tailhole, massaging both his prostate and his taint as the feline lapped at his flare. Howling as his dick pulsed in the man's hands, nothing coming out, the donkey went utterly limp besides his still stiff manhood as the man flicked the vibrating toy off, glancing at the clock before standing up, 
“Damn, it's getting pretty late. Suppose we'll just have to continue this tomorrow~”
With a chuckle, the two men walked off, leaving the panting cubs behind as Elias stepped over to them, pulling the toy out of Oliver’s tailhole before undoing the straps around his legs and arms, letting him flop to the table, 
“For a first timer, you did pretty well. A little more training, and I'm sure you'll be able to go all night long~”
Unable to lift a finger, the donkey passed out on the table, too exhausted to even think as his cock finally began to soften up, still glistening with saliva as he whimpered in his sleep.