As much of a sly bastard he was, Kasper did keep his promise. Darryl spent the rest of the day sleeping and recovering from his injuries, the trauma, and of course, the unexpected little adventure with the handsome officer. His new room was significantly quieter and less stinky than his usual living quarters, and the cheap hospital bed was also a whole lot more comfortable than his old mattress- though he still couldn’t consider it a huge step up. The lights even went off during the night and turned back on in the morning, which improved his quality of sleep a lot more than he thought it would. The lamp in his other place only dimmed enough to still allow a security camera to see, although no one that Darryl asked actually admitted to having them set up in the private rooms.


There was no one there to wake him up in the morning, so for the first time in what felt like ages, the weasel could actually wake up whenever he wanted. The hospital felt like going on a vacation after spending so much time in a literal prison. By the time he did decide to open his eyes after a good night’s rest, there was already a breakfast served on the small table next to his bed: a pile of pellets of what looked like dog food, sided with a few small bones as a treat, presumably.


It wasn’t the most appetizing thing to look at, but just the sight of it reminded Darryl of how long he hadn’t eaten solid food, and it made his mouth water like he was looking at a five star dish. He picked up one of the pieces and put it in his mouth. It felt like his teeth were about to fall out as he chewed on it, and the taste was completely nonexistent other than the tongue-scraping texture, but he did manage to get it down, before reaching for the next.


One pellet followed the next, and soon enough, he was taking entire handfuls of the feed and stuffing them in his mouth. His appetite only seemed to grow as he ate more, and soon he began to swallow without even chewing on what he put into his mouth. His belly rumbled loudly; it was completely empty, despite having visibly grown in size after the incident at the bottling plant. He even ended up shoving the bones down his throat to ease his hunger, and although they did help a little bit, the weasel still felt like he was starving, even after the plate lay empty in front of him.


He slumped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and ignoring the painful cries of his stomach after swallowing all that hard, unchewed food. “This is still better than having to work…” He thought to himself, and although in the beginning he truly believed it, boredom started taking over as time ticked on.


Darryl didn’t even realize how quickly he got bored when there was nothing around to distract him. He didn’t have his phone, there wasn’t a TV in the room, not even a book or a newspaper to read. His only source of entertainment was the analog clock hung up on the wall, counting the painfully slow seconds until his “sick leave” would end and he’d have to go back to work. He felt significantly better than the previous day; the only slight bit of pain that remained was the ache in his backside after the pounding he got from the massive cock. After a while, the boredom got too strong, and although he was afraid that someone would spot him walking around when he was supposed to be sick, the weasel simply couldn’t lie around any longer.


Standing up proved a lot harder than he expected. His legs trembled, weakened, and a sharp pain stabbed his aching abdomen whenever he shifted his weight unevenly. Looking around the windowless, unfurnished room, he found little of interest, so he decided to drag himself to the door and take a peek outside. Letting go of the bedframe was a bit of a challenge, and his small, cumbersome steps seemed as though he still had something lodged in his rear, but eventually, he managed to reach the door.


The corridor was just as narrow and eerie as the one in the living quarters, but perhaps even darker and tighter. There were no windows in sight to break the monotony, only white tiles that reflected the weak, flickering lights that were spaced way too far apart to properly illuminate the hallway. He turned right and headed towards the door at the end, pushing his hands against the wall on both sides to help support his body weight.


Although the first steps went just fine, the weasel soon had to realize that the journey he embarked on was a little too much of a challenge for his recovering body, and he soon felt himself running out of energy. The world started spinning around him and his legs were beginning to give in, but his room was already too far away to turn back. Desperate to avoid collapsing on the cold floor, Darryl dragged himself through the nearest door, hoping to find something to sit or lie upon inside to replenish his energy.


“Ah! Perfect!” He moaned out in relief upon spotting the padded, reclinable seat in the middle of the room inviting the exhausted weasel to have a rest. He didn’t think much of the strange equipment all around, though he found the multiple liquid containers scattered around a little strange; it looked a little like they were milking cows in there, judging by all the big, shiny stainless steel milk jugs. It crossed his mind for a second that there might even be gallons of blood in them, but he chose not to overthink his situation and appreciated finally getting to rest his feet.


“Phew… I really needed this!” He thought to himself after slumping down in the comfortable seat, leaning back, and closing his eyes for a little while. Darryl didn’t plan to sleep, he just wanted to doze off for a bit, but that was still plenty enough time for him to miss the little LEDs lighting up on the armrests of the chair, along with a small touchscreen that displayed a menu.


A bad habit of Darryl’s has always been sleepwalking and sleeptalking. His body often seemed to have a mind of its own when he drifted off, and unfortunately for him, it always seemed to come out at the worst of times. As he slipped away into dreamland, he started muttering incomprehensible words and not much later, his hands began to move too. They wandered all over the soft padding of the armrests and soon found their way to the tiny touchscreen, making a few random gestures on it.


“Program: Sperm sample collection from an Aggressive Patient. Are you sure you want to proceed?”


The unsuspecting weasel just kept snoring, unaware that a timer had started counting down. Of course, it would have made too much sense for this factory to program the countdown to cancel the procedure. It worked the exact opposite way.


“Starting procedure in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”


Darryl was cruelly awakened by four sets of straps suddenly wrapping around his wrists and ankles, securing him tightly to the chair with no room to even wiggle. All traces of sleepiness disappeared from his baggy eyes as soon as he realized he was trapped, but no matter how hard he tugged on the restraints, they were designed to handle way bigger patients than the tiny mammal. He stared at the touchscreen in unbelief, reading the name of the program he was about to undergo. There was a red emergency button at the end of the armrest, but his fingers fell just too short of reaching it, leaving him frustratedly clawing on the leather padding of the chair.


A strange, oversized fleshlight looking thing descended from the ceiling on a bunch of hydraulically controlled wires and landed right on the crotch of the “patient”. It didn’t have a hard time reaching the weasel’s privates since he wasn’t wearing any clothes: after creating just a bit of suction, the tiny member stood right up and wedged itself between the slimy, roughly textured walls of the machine. Darryl tried wiggling around to shake the device off himself, but that only prompted a tight leather seat belt to snap over his abdomen, pulling itself so tight that it knocked the wind out of the weasel.


“Somebody! Help! Please get this thing off m-” Darryl’s panicked screams for help were suddenly muffled by a tight helmet that was jammed onto his head from above, completely blinding and deafening him like a sensory deprivation hood. Although he could breathe just fine, a sudden sense of claustrophobia washed over him, but no matter how he rubbed or hit his head against the backrest, the device was locked securely by a set of straps below his chin.


The patient wasn’t left in the dark for long, however. A sudden flash of lights and colors startled and temporarily blinded him, and loud music started playing through the built-in speakers of the headset. Darryl clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as the screen flashed wildly in front of him, and the word “Calibrating…” played in his ear over and over again. The sensory deprivation turned into sensory torture as the process continued for several loud, agonizing seconds before everything suddenly went black and silent again.


Darryl carefully opened his eyes to make sure that the nightmare was over, only to find himself in front of a dim, black and white spiral that kept slowly rotating like one of those hypnotizing swirls he’d seen in cartoons. He stared at it with a confused, skeptical expression for a few seconds, only to then realize that it was harder to take his eyes off the video than he thought; in fact, he began to feel like his mind was literally attracted to it and he found it hard to even blink every once in a while to prevent his eyes from drying out. Music started playing again, this time, a whole lot more quietly: a peaceful, meditative tone that felt like it just kept getting lower and lower in pitch, and the longer it went on, the more Darryl felt like he was losing his grasp on reality. He felt confused and wanted to fight the feeling, but had no idea how; and he found himself caring less and less about it anyway as the seconds went by.


“Hello there, dear patient~!” A slightly robotic, yet strangely seductive and calming voice sounded through the speakers inside the headset. “If you’re hearing this, that means that we need to collect a sperm sample from you. Isn’t that fun??”


“Uhh.. Well, I guess it is…” The weasel muttered slowly and sluggishly, still staring blankly into the eye of the spiral in front of him.


 “That’s right! It’s very exciting! You’ll get to sit for a little while in the relaxing chair, and at the end of it, you’ll get to feel a very, very good feeling~” The voice continued with its sweet, calming monologue that made Darryl’s brain feel all weird and squishy, yet incredibly relaxed.


“Uhuh, yeah…” He nodded dumbly, a bit of saliva drooling out in the corner of his mouth as he felt himself being less and less in control of his body and muscles.


“Now now, to help you produce those cummies for us even faster, why don’t you tell us about the kind of porn you like to watch? You know, those naughty little videos that make you feel all funny down there~?” The kind lady asked, making the weasel feel a little shy all of a sudden.


“Uhh…” He hesitated, perhaps because of the very few brain cells left in his head that weren’t completely melted down by the hypnosis screamed at him to get out and not give in to the seduction. “I’m not sure…”


“Come on now… Don’t you want to make this easier for all of us…?” The voice teased, followed by a slight motion from the machine that massaged Darryl’s penis for just a second and made him just a bit hornier in the process.


“I do… I dooo…” He moaned before he began to think really hard, reaching into his dormant memories to figure out what porn he liked best. “I really like… Hot, hung German Shepherd daddies… I think that’s my favorite…”


“What a good boy you are! Playing… Hot, hung, German Shepherd daddy videos for you. Enjoy your experience!” 


As soon as the voice said that, the hypnotizing spiral started getting transparent, slowly revealing a video underneath it. The movie showed a naked, muscular shepherd passionately plowing a smaller animal- who looked a lot like a weasel- in the ass. Darryl’s erection grew harder as he watched the beautiful, refined muscles of the canine flexing and contracting each time he shoved his massive cock into the loudly moaning bottom, whose voice was only overpowered by the loud, masculine grunting of the dominant shepherd.


The numb neurons started firing up one by one in the hypnotized boy’s brain, as feelings of pleasure and lust flooded his entire body and concentrated at his penis in a massive boner. The massaging function of the big fleshlight turned on once again along with some gentle suction that made the whole experience feel even better, making the previously uncomfortable weasel squirm and shift in his seat in pleasure and excitement.


“Mmmh… Yeeaaahhh…” He whispered passionately as he kept bucking his hips and staring at the screen while poking his tongue out to try to reach the sizzling hot shepherd on the other side, to be in the place of the moaning subby weasel who began to look increasingly like him, the more he looked at it.


“Do you think you’re about to cum~?” The voice asked nicely, speeding up the pace of the milking machine and increasing the suction it generated.


“S-shut up!!” Darryl yelled out, not wanting to miss even a bit of the porn star’s growling, taking it all in like he did yesterday when he lost his virginity. He was, indeed, about to cum, as shown by the violent throbbing of his swollen cock that begged to finally release that long-awaited sperm sample into the machine. It felt heavenly, even better than when he was nearing orgasm with a clear mind. The hypno made it even better. Just a little bit more to go… “I love you Kasper!!!”


“What the hell is happening here??”


The headset and the milking machine were suddenly forcibly yanked right off the weasel, leaving him panting and looking around with wide, confused eyes as he tried to readjust back into the real world. A familiar figure stood in front of him: Kasper looked down at the weasel with a look that felt like it could pierce right through him, holding the two sample collecting devices in his hands silently, awaiting an explanation.


“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know-”


“I let you take a sick day off and this is how you thank me? By watching porn and using our hospital’s equipment as sex toys?” He raised his voice and looked over at the monitor that showed the exact same video that played in the headset.


“I swear I didn’t do it on purpose!!” Darryl panicked upon seeing the video on the monitor, trying to distract the officer’s attention by explaining the situation. “I was just looking for the bathroom… And then I got really tired… So I came into this room to take a rest… And then I fell asleep… And the next thing I know, this thing is just milking the shit out of me!!”


“Ah. No need to explain.” Kasper sighed, his face mirroring more disappointment than anger as he pressed a button to release the straps on the machine. “I’ve been able to have a talk in your favor at the higher ups. See? I always keep my promises.”


“Yes sir, I am so thankful!” The weasel nodded his head rapidly, stretching his arms and legs a little after finally having them set free from the tight restrictive belts.


“Come with me now. They gave us half an hour to present your case, and they’ll judge whether you get to go home at the end of the day or not.” He explained, heading to the door right away to signal the urgency of the situation. “I suggest you get your work uniform back on if you want to make a good impression.”


“Right away, sir!” Darryl replied, jumping right back up from the chair and running back into his room where he left his still dripping plastic uniform. It was like all weakness left his body with this sudden burst of hope that he was going home, though it also mixed with a sense of nervousness and dread at the possibility that things might not go his way after all. As he clumsily wiggled back into the plastic onesie and buttoned it up with his shaking hands, he shot another thankful glance at the man who accompanied him all along, before standing in front of him like a soldier saluting his commander. “Let’s do this! I’m ready to go.”