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"Whoa boy you guys and gals, words simply can't express how excited I am to finally post this today. \"Oh Jon it's just a commission!\" I hear you say, and that's fair if you order like, one a week, but I don't have that much money to just throw at amazing artists, so let me have my moment! :P In all seriousness though this beautiful, sexy, kinky piece couldn't be possible without the generosity of my friend [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bigbadalpha420]BigBadalpha420[/url] so y'all be sure to send some love his way if you like it. And of course, please, PLEASE make sure to go favorite and comment on [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28078816/]The Original[/url] by the very gracious and talented [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/seekingrelease]MoodyFerret[/url], it wouldn't exist if she didn't draw it after all!\n\nLike the concept of the machine? The idea came to me over a decade ago, inspired by an old Felix The Cat cartoon I had on VHS when I was young: [url=https://youtu.be/isbzfRh4za8?t=4m12s]Bold King Cole[/url]. Want to see your sona strapped into the device? Everyone is free to get art of it as they like, just credit me as the inventor! ^_^\n\nIt seems like evil Fornimancer Jon caught Jarreth snooping around in his lair. Killing him for trespassing would be wasteful, so he's decided to drain the virile young ferret of his seed for use in youth potions and the like. Seems like the cougar's machine is a bit too intense for poor Jarreth, but Jon is definitely enjoying himself! If you'd like a bit more context, please enjoy the companion story I've written below! :)\n\n--------\n\n\"Kim, by the time you read this I'll be well on the road to the desert of Sullamir and the ancient city of Serradihn. I know you've advised against it, but the city's location has finally been found after being lost for centuries and there's so much we could learn if there are any ancient tomes or artifacts still intact after all this time, the desert climate is perfect for preserving such things. You're welcome to catch me up, but I'm going regardless, I have to.\n\nSincerely,\nJarreth\"\n\nIt had been three weeks since Jarreth had put his quill to paper and left the safe confines of civilization. Now the sun was rising over the dunes of Sullamir on his last day of travel, the sky a gradient of oranges, pinks and lavenders as the first light of day crept over the mountains. Jarreth was sat atop a camel loaded with supply bags as he came over a dune, smiling and letting out a sigh as the lost city of Serradihn finally came into view.\n\nThere it was, massive spires of polished marble looming above countless buldings and streets of clay and sandstone, nestled comfortably in the center of the Natura Ewer Oasis. The colors were unlike anything back home, so many reds, yellows, tans and whites centered in a sea of green and blue. Jarreth spurred his camel for the final jaunt toward the ruin, hitching it to a tree to the side of the grand steps leading up to the city gates, massive doors of polished sandstone reinforced with brass.\n\nUnsurprisingly the great city had fallen into great disrepair, a gaping hole in the gate which Jarreth used as his point of entry. The city was shielded from the sun by a dome ceiling of brass, which some parts had fallen in to let in the light of day. Jarreth took a torch and flint and steel from his satchel, striking the flint to light the torch. Much of the silent city was still steeped heavily in shadow, but Jarreth could already see his curiosity satiated as the light revealed heiroglyphs upon the structures.\n\n\"Amazing, these glyphs and pictures must detail Serradish history.\" the polecat mumbled to himself as he went along the wall, some parts of the history eroded away by wind and sand. Much of the paved streets were no longer visible due to the sand blown in by sandstorms. \"Hmm, seems they thrived here for centuries, until... Is that a priest? Sorcerer? Looks like a powerful mage tyrant took the city for his own and enslaved the citizens, but they revolted, leading to the city's downfall. Wonder how he came into power?\" the ferret continued musing quietly to hmself as he explored.\n\nHowever, the ruin wasn't as completely empty as Jarreth may have hoped. Deep within the bowels of the city, underneath its ancient palace, there was an old alchemical laboratory adjacent to a massive dungeon, a wooden surgery table with leather straps dangling from it adorning the center of the room. At one corner of the room was a cougar with brown hair and blue eyes crushing ingredients in a mortar and pestle, alembics and beakers adorning the countertop and filled with glowing lavender-colored serum that bubbled and fizzed. The cougar himself was adorned in an oppulent robe, black with purple accents and embroidered with silver silk patterns of mystical runes and a high collar.\n\nAn orb of solid obsidian near the cougar began to glow before fog seemed to swirl within its reflection, unveiling a live image of Jarreth exploring Serradihn. The cougar observed, grinning as he saw the intruder in the scrying device, before turning to a figure standing off in the shadows. \"It seems we have a guest. Sieze him and bring him here that I might be properly introduced.\" the cougar instructed, the figure moving immediately to do as told.\n\nJarreth had moved deeper into the city by this point, astonished at how well everything was intact. There were even stucco paintings in good condition adorning the walls, pots and pans and even wooden furniture that looked as if it could still be used. Eventually he came upon an open, spacious area, possibly a town square or courtyard. He took a few steps in, only for the sand under his feet to suddenly swallow them, gripping them tightly no matter how much he tried to move them before he sank up to his shins. \"Bollocks, quicksand!\" Jarreth exclaimed under his breath before thinking quickly.\n\nHe removed his pack, weapons and jerkin before tossing them to the edge, leaving him in nothing but his boots, braies and trousers and thus significantly lighter. Once that was done he quickly looked around, though he seemed to be too far in the center of the sand to grab onto anything useful like grass or a tree branch as the sand swallowed him up to his butt and groin. Jarreth tried to remain calm, even though he could feel the sand tightening its grip around his legs, it was sucking him down! As he sank to his abdomen he leaned toward one particularly close cluster of reeds, fingers just able to brush them but too far out of reach. He was up to his midsection by this point, desperate and running out of options quickly. He pressed his hands against the surface of the sand, trying to push himself up out of it, though this only caused his arms to get sucked under and trapped in the sand's tight grip. Jarreth wriggled and twisted his shoulders against the sand's grip desperately, regret about coming alone filling his mind as he tilted his head up, the sand creeping up further and further, before the ferret let out a muffled cry as he slipped under.\n\nThe surface of the sand soon became still, but underneath in a lower part of the city, Jarreth slipped through the sandy ceiling onto a pile of sand, coughing hoarsely as he stood in a rush, looking around and patting his body down before breathing a sigh of relief. \"I'm alive... but I'm lost, and my torch is back up on the surface. But, I'm alive, I'll call that a win-win. Really beginning to wish Kimber were here...\" he muttered to himself as he dusted himself off and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. For a moment the polecat could have sworn he saw a figure move in the corner of his eye, but surely it was just his eyes paying tricks.\n\nWith little choice Jarreth pushed onward, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. He figured he must have been in a sewer, or some kind of maintenance corridor. It was difficult to tell since he needed to feel along the wall still. Suddenly Jarreth felt a hand clasp over his mouth, only able to utter an angry grunt of protest as his arms were grabbed and forced behind his back. He couldn't see who was grabbing him, but there were at least two of them, and they were easily twice his size given how effortlessly they were holding him, despite desperate kicking and squirming. Jarreth eventually tired himself out, prompting his captors to begin marching him down the corridor. Despite being beyond pissed, he decided to take a moment and think. Maybe his captors would lead him to a way out, if he could somehow break free he might be able to go back to the quicksand pit and retrieve his gear.\n\nSure enough Jarreth found himself being marched toward a light at the end of the corridor, expecting to be tied to a pole in a bandit camp where he would be left to his thoughts and plan an escape. When he found himself in the cougar's laboratory though, the feeling that these were no ordinary bandits sank in quickly, eyes fixing upon the surgery table momentarily before he noticed the cougar approaching. He could also get a good look at his captors now. Not bandits, that much was clear. Two stallions, a palomino and a chestnut, both wearing nothing more than braies, black leather harnesses and black leather muzzle gags. Were they... slaves?\n\n\"Nnngh, unhand me! What's the meaning of this?!\" Jarreth demanded the moment the hand left his mouth, which simply elicited a smirk from the puma. \"My my, so rude. Surely you expect this sort of situation to occur when you tresspass in someone's home.\" he said in reply, carrying himself with regal sophistication. \"Ah, you're a lousy squatter, that makes sense.\" Jarreth quipped as he rolled his eyes.\n\n\"Hmhm, a squatter? Oh I assure you dear boy, I've called this place my home since before you were born. Ah, but where are my manners? Jéan du Praedatore, at your service.\" Jéan said, bowing with a flourish. \"du Praedatore? That's old Ysallianic. The Ysallian people haven't been around for centuries. You steal your name too?\" Jarreth snarked, showing not only his contempt but his knowledge of ancient cultures, something which caught Jéan's attention.\n\n\"Clever aren't you? So you know your history. Well well. Indeed, my name is Ysallianic, but I was very much born with it, as I was my magical abilities.\" Jéan replied as he circled his captive, arms folded behind his back. Jarreth's expression noticably changed to one of surprise as the feline mentioned magical capabilities. A mage? Just what had he gotten himself into?\n\n\"Fornimancy is an ancient, forbidden and subsequently lost art, one I've had a long time to perfect, amongst other schools of the arcane.\" the cougar continued, Jarreth keeping an unimpressed scowl. \"Fornimancy? What, the art of conjuring furniture or some shite?\" Jarreth asked dismissively, Jéan grinning before giving a dismissive flourish with his hand. \"Strip him down and strap him down, then make yourselves useful and start gathering what I need for the procedure.\" he said, Jarreth's heart sinking into his stomach at the sound of 'procedure.'\n\nThe polecat grunted and growled, glowering as the stallions forced him over to the surgery table, twisting, tugging and kicking as they effortlessly tugged off his boots and pulled the strings of his fly, tugging off his trousers to leave him in just his braies before practically throwing him onto the surgery table and buckling tight leather straps over his chest, upper arms, wrists, shins and tail, leaving him more vulnerable than he'd ever been in his life. Jarreth squirmed, wriggled and struggled all he could, but there was no breaking out of this, his hopes of escape now slowly falling to rely on Kimber hopefully finding him, and soon.\n\n\"What're you gonna do to me?!\" the ferret asked, teeth showing as he tugged and pulled at the straps holding him down, chest heaving as he tired himself out. \"Put my organs in jars for some kind of twisted alchemical ritual?! You hedge mages seem to love pretending to be butchers!\" he added, gaze fixed on his captor as he walked over to a countertop and pulled a rack of vials out of a drawer, the stallions busy gathering various tools and potions from around the room.\n\nJéan turned to his captive, grinning at his statement before sauntering over and leaning in close. \"Oh heavens no, nothing so barbaric. Why would I ever want to disfigure such a handsome and virile young man?\" he replied, Jarreth gasping in surprise as the cougar tenderly traced his hand down Jarreth's torso before cupping the bulge of his braies. \"W-What the devil do you think you're doing? Take your hands off me!\" Jarreth protested in both confusion and annoyance, Jéan flourishing his hand once again. This time a black leather muzzle dangling from a wall hook seemed to come to life and leap from the hook onto Jarreth's face, fastening itself tightly.\n\n\"WGGHT?! WGGHT MMM DMMF?! GGGHT AMMF MMM, LGGHT MGGH GOGGH!\" the ferret protested angrily, Jéan seeming to enjoy every moment of this. The cougar then walked over to a large alchemical flask on a standing rack with a small narrow glass tube leading out of the bottom. Accepting various potions being handed to him by his stallion slave assistants, Jéan poured each vial into the flask until the final mixture became a shimmering and glittery lavender color. He then took the narrow glass tube, walking it over and fishing the polecat's dick out of his braies, Jarreth grunting angrily at the casual manhandling.\n\nThe ferret's eyes widened as he watched the puma press the end of the tube to his tip. \"NMMPF! NMMMPF!\" he cried out, squirming and writhing before crying out as the narrow glass cylinder penetrated his polecat prick, falling back onto the table eyes wide and chest heaving as the feline stroked his shaft to help coax the intruding object further and further until the end found its way into his scrotum. Jarreth lay there pitifully, shivering as goosebumps still crawled up his spine before he turned his head just in time to see the sorcerer turn the valve on the tube underneath the flask, the strange lavender liquid flowing down the tube, down Jarreth's dick and into his scrotum.\n\nJarreth shivered again as the cool liquid entered his junk, having to stifle a moan once that coolness turned into and intense warm and tingling. Craning his head up Jarreth watched in captive horror as his balls slowly began to exapand as if they were waterskins being filled, pleasure shooting up his spine as they grew to plums, then oranges, then grapefruits and so on. Finally they stopped at the size of large coconuts after what seemed like hours, Jarreth's bulging balls trapped, wedged between his thighs, his braies barely able to contain their new girth.\n\nJarreth's chest was heaving against the strap over it, his balls aching for release, the pressure within unfathomably immense. After shutting off the valve and pulling the narrow glass tube from Jarreth's urethra, Jéan had gone over to what seemed to be a giant empty waterskin hanging from the wall. Jarreth kept the scowl upon his face, even though deep down in the pit of his stomach he had butterflies, this was all so alien to him and the machinery Jéan was piddling with in the corner made him nervous. What exactly [i]was[/i] the cougar planning to do to him beyond growing his testicles?\n\nJéan took a solid black milking tube from a hook on the machine, a rubber hose connecting it to the giant waterskin with a pressure gauge at the machine end. The angry mustelid grunted as Jéan approached with the milking tube. Jarreth was determined to make the cougar work for it, jerking his hips from side to side as he tried to attach the milking tube, though Jéan simply grabbed the ferret's shaft to keep him still and slipped the tube over his tip, suction sucking it down to the base and locking it in place, which caused Jarreth to gasp.\n\nThe two stallions went over to a long black chain dangling from the ceiling and began to tug on it repeatedly, each tug on the chain giving off a loud and forboding 'crank.' Jarreth craned his head up to watch as a scary-looking device slowly moved towards him. It appeared to be two grapefruit-sized orbs of wood or maybe metal, painted black and attached to two pistons. It sank in for Jarreth exactly what it was meant to do as it came to a stop directly above his inflated balls, his eyes widening as he frantically shook his head 'no,' falling back against the table, desperately trying to tug himself free until he tired himself out again.\n\nJéan gripped a lever on the wall and Jarreth immediately tensed up, teeth clenched, bracing himself by gripping the sides of the table as he expected the worst pain he'd ever feel in his entire life, softened face staring at the puma in a silent plea of mercy. Down the lever came, the apparatus giving off a sinister hiss before the first orb plunged down into Jarreth's right nut, leaving a depression in it, feet trembling violently from the impact. The polecat couldn't keep from crying out, not from pain but pleasure as the strike forced him to orgasm, the rubber hose bulging out as a massive load of cum exploded into the milking tube, the hose bulge traveling down the length of it before presumably emptying into the giant waterskin, the pressure gauge registering as it did so.\n\nJarreth siezed up on the table, eyes wide as the machine rhythmically pounded up and down on his balls in rapid succession, the rubber hose bulging and pulsing as orgasm after orgasm was forced upon the ferret's athletic frame. His hands trembled before clenching into fists, chest heaving as he kept his teeth clenched, grunting and growling against his gag as he was subjected to the most intense pleasure he'd ever experienced. Jéan rubbed his hands together fiendishly as the cum started to flow, Jarreth's balls shrinking slowly by about an inch with each forced orgasm, the waterskin subsequently inflating with each orgasm pumped into it, the pressure gauge climbing before hovering consistently just outside the red zone. Each successive impact was forceful enough to send vibrations through Jarreth's body, enough to make the wooden table vibrate as the pounding apparatus thudded against each of Jarreth's taut nuts, his feet trembling violently from the vibrations.\n\nJéan cupped his hand under Jarreth's chin to look him in the eye, the polecat straining to keep his scowl when faced with his captor. \"Fornimancy is the magic of sex and pleasure, and it has its perks. You'd be very surprised with some of the properties semen has. How do you think I look this good after three-hundred-seventy-three years after all?\" he said with a sneer, Jarreth's face softening a bit before he jerked his face away defiantly. It was hard to think, mind clouded with such intense pleasure as it was, but it all made sense now. Jéan was the sorcerer from the heiroglyphs! Did that mean the stallions were enslaved Serradish citizens?\n\nWith another flourish of his hand Jéan's robes dissipated to leave him in just his own braies, which resembled a pair of trunks or boxer-briefs. He also had an impressive package, his length was easily eight inches when erect and his balls were the size of plums already, though whether that was natural or the result of fornimancy was unknown. Jéan gripped Jarreth's head and teabagged him, the ferret letting out an angry \"NNGH!\" as he closed his eyes to try and ignore what was happening, though he couldn't help but take in the cougar's scent with each heaving breath, his mind unable to help but associate the puma's hefty package and strong masculine scent with the intense pleasure being forced upon him.\n\nEvery single rough slam into Jarreth's inflated bulge produced an intense orgasm, about once every second with one right after another, the sadistic pounding apparatus never tiring nor offering any hint of mercy. The mustelid tried desperately to take himself out of this moment any way he could, trying to think of home or adventuring with Kimber, but the pleasure was too intense, all he could smell was Jéan's musk, and he couldn't concentrate on anything else other than the feeling of the puma's package pressed onto his muzzled snout. Jéan himself was clearly enjoying the plight of his new plaything, grinding his balls and taint over Jarreth's face and eliciting a chagrinned low growl, the cougar's bulge beginning to tent at the stimulation.\n\nEven by that point Jarreth's balls were only drained by a quarter of their original girth, the ferret was becoming more desperate with each passing moment, uttering frustrated grunts into the leather muzzle as he thrashed, jerked and tugged at the leather straps holding him down. Try as he might though he couldn't free himself, completely at the mercy of his captor as the dastardly device drained not only his overproduced seed but also his stamina and his willpower. Jéan needed no other stimulation, a wet spot of pre forming at the tip of his tented bulge as he reveled in the polecat's torment and desperation. He was saving his own orgasm for later, however, as he was far from through with his new plaything.\n\nThe milking procedure must've gone on for what felt like ages, time in captivity seeming to drag on. Jarreth's balls had shrunken back to their original size, the device pounding a few blanks out of him before shutting off automatically, the waterskin full and taut with surface tension. The ferret took in a deep breath as Jéan finally moved his groin from his face, dazed and exhausted, eyes lidded wearily as he hacked a cough or two through his nose. The stallions unbuckled the straps holding him down, though he was too exhausted to fight back as they hefted him up off the table, his legs as stable and supportive as wet noodles as they marched him into the adjacent dungeon and into a cell with manacles hung from the ceiling by a chain.\n\nThey clasped Jarreth's wrists into the manacles, stretching his arms above his head and forcing him to stand on his toes, even less comfortable now that he was under the milking machine. Jéan's hands trailed down Jarreth's athletic form, cupping each buttock indulgently and eliciting an angry grunt from the polecat as Jéan rested his chin on his shoulder, pervertedly licking Jarreth's cheek and grinding his tented bulge between the ferret's cheeks. \"I'll be back soon to play with your plump rump, handsome, but first I must attend to your generosity and fill some vials. You'll learn to enjoy it here, I shall keep you, forever. Young and virile as an infinite source of seminal serums. Oh we'll make beautiful music together...\" he said as he slinked back toward the door, fingers lingering on Jarreth's body, reluctant to leave.\n\nJarreth's eyes widened in panic at the prospect of being kept here and forced to endure this for eternity, the polecat filled with renewed vigor as he tugged at his chains. \"WGGHT?! NGGH! NGHH YNNGH CGGHT, PLMMF! LGGHT MGHH GOGGHH! HMMMPF! KMBBNNGH!\" he shouted desperately into his gag as the stallions shut the cell door with a loud forboding clank, despite a subtle twitch in the front of his braies. A tear of anger and frustration rolled down his cheek as his captors walked away, body aching from his new position and wrists already raw from the restraints. There was naught Jarreth could do now but pray Kimber had gotten his letter...", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Whoa boy you guys and gals, words simply can't express how excited I am to finally post this today. "Oh Jon it's just a commission!" I hear you say, and that's fair if you order like, one a week, but I don't have that much money to just throw at amazing artists, so let me have my moment! :P In all seriousness though this beautiful, sexy, kinky piece couldn't be possible without the generosity of my friend BigBadalpha420 so y'all be sure to send some love his way if you like it. And of course, please, PLEASE make sure to go favorite and comment on The Original by the very gracious and talented MoodyFerret, it wouldn't exist if she didn't draw it after all!

Like the concept of the machine? The idea came to me over a decade ago, inspired by an old Felix The Cat cartoon I had on VHS when I was young: Bold King Cole. Want to see your sona strapped into the device? Everyone is free to get art of it as they like, just credit me as the inventor! ^_^

It seems like evil Fornimancer Jon caught Jarreth snooping around in his lair. Killing him for trespassing would be wasteful, so he's decided to drain the virile young ferret of his seed for use in youth potions and the like. Seems like the cougar's machine is a bit too intense for poor Jarreth, but Jon is definitely enjoying himself! If you'd like a bit more context, please enjoy the companion story I've written below! :)

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"Kim, by the time you read this I'll be well on the road to the desert of Sullamir and the ancient city of Serradihn. I know you've advised against it, but the city's location has finally been found after being lost for centuries and there's so much we could learn if there are any ancient tomes or artifacts still intact after all this time, the desert climate is perfect for preserving such things. You're welcome to catch me up, but I'm going regardless, I have to.

Sincerely,
Jarreth"

It had been three weeks since Jarreth had put his quill to paper and left the safe confines of civilization. Now the sun was rising over the dunes of Sullamir on his last day of travel, the sky a gradient of oranges, pinks and lavenders as the first light of day crept over the mountains. Jarreth was sat atop a camel loaded with supply bags as he came over a dune, smiling and letting out a sigh as the lost city of Serradihn finally came into view.

There it was, massive spires of polished marble looming above countless buldings and streets of clay and sandstone, nestled comfortably in the center of the Natura Ewer Oasis. The colors were unlike anything back home, so many reds, yellows, tans and whites centered in a sea of green and blue. Jarreth spurred his camel for the final jaunt toward the ruin, hitching it to a tree to the side of the grand steps leading up to the city gates, massive doors of polished sandstone reinforced with brass.

Unsurprisingly the great city had fallen into great disrepair, a gaping hole in the gate which Jarreth used as his point of entry. The city was shielded from the sun by a dome ceiling of brass, which some parts had fallen in to let in the light of day. Jarreth took a torch and flint and steel from his satchel, striking the flint to light the torch. Much of the silent city was still steeped heavily in shadow, but Jarreth could already see his curiosity satiated as the light revealed heiroglyphs upon the structures.

"Amazing, these glyphs and pictures must detail Serradish history." the polecat mumbled to himself as he went along the wall, some parts of the history eroded away by wind and sand. Much of the paved streets were no longer visible due to the sand blown in by sandstorms. "Hmm, seems they thrived here for centuries, until... Is that a priest? Sorcerer? Looks like a powerful mage tyrant took the city for his own and enslaved the citizens, but they revolted, leading to the city's downfall. Wonder how he came into power?" the ferret continued musing quietly to hmself as he explored.

However, the ruin wasn't as completely empty as Jarreth may have hoped. Deep within the bowels of the city, underneath its ancient palace, there was an old alchemical laboratory adjacent to a massive dungeon, a wooden surgery table with leather straps dangling from it adorning the center of the room. At one corner of the room was a cougar with brown hair and blue eyes crushing ingredients in a mortar and pestle, alembics and beakers adorning the countertop and filled with glowing lavender-colored serum that bubbled and fizzed. The cougar himself was adorned in an oppulent robe, black with purple accents and embroidered with silver silk patterns of mystical runes and a high collar.

An orb of solid obsidian near the cougar began to glow before fog seemed to swirl within its reflection, unveiling a live image of Jarreth exploring Serradihn. The cougar observed, grinning as he saw the intruder in the scrying device, before turning to a figure standing off in the shadows. "It seems we have a guest. Sieze him and bring him here that I might be properly introduced." the cougar instructed, the figure moving immediately to do as told.

Jarreth had moved deeper into the city by this point, astonished at how well everything was intact. There were even stucco paintings in good condition adorning the walls, pots and pans and even wooden furniture that looked as if it could still be used. Eventually he came upon an open, spacious area, possibly a town square or courtyard. He took a few steps in, only for the sand under his feet to suddenly swallow them, gripping them tightly no matter how much he tried to move them before he sank up to his shins. "Bollocks, quicksand!" Jarreth exclaimed under his breath before thinking quickly.

He removed his pack, weapons and jerkin before tossing them to the edge, leaving him in nothing but his boots, braies and trousers and thus significantly lighter. Once that was done he quickly looked around, though he seemed to be too far in the center of the sand to grab onto anything useful like grass or a tree branch as the sand swallowed him up to his butt and groin. Jarreth tried to remain calm, even though he could feel the sand tightening its grip around his legs, it was sucking him down! As he sank to his abdomen he leaned toward one particularly close cluster of reeds, fingers just able to brush them but too far out of reach. He was up to his midsection by this point, desperate and running out of options quickly. He pressed his hands against the surface of the sand, trying to push himself up out of it, though this only caused his arms to get sucked under and trapped in the sand's tight grip. Jarreth wriggled and twisted his shoulders against the sand's grip desperately, regret about coming alone filling his mind as he tilted his head up, the sand creeping up further and further, before the ferret let out a muffled cry as he slipped under.

The surface of the sand soon became still, but underneath in a lower part of the city, Jarreth slipped through the sandy ceiling onto a pile of sand, coughing hoarsely as he stood in a rush, looking around and patting his body down before breathing a sigh of relief. "I'm alive... but I'm lost, and my torch is back up on the surface. But, I'm alive, I'll call that a win-win. Really beginning to wish Kimber were here..." he muttered to himself as he dusted himself off and let his eyes adjust to the darkness. For a moment the polecat could have sworn he saw a figure move in the corner of his eye, but surely it was just his eyes paying tricks.

With little choice Jarreth pushed onward, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. He figured he must have been in a sewer, or some kind of maintenance corridor. It was difficult to tell since he needed to feel along the wall still. Suddenly Jarreth felt a hand clasp over his mouth, only able to utter an angry grunt of protest as his arms were grabbed and forced behind his back. He couldn't see who was grabbing him, but there were at least two of them, and they were easily twice his size given how effortlessly they were holding him, despite desperate kicking and squirming. Jarreth eventually tired himself out, prompting his captors to begin marching him down the corridor. Despite being beyond pissed, he decided to take a moment and think. Maybe his captors would lead him to a way out, if he could somehow break free he might be able to go back to the quicksand pit and retrieve his gear.

Sure enough Jarreth found himself being marched toward a light at the end of the corridor, expecting to be tied to a pole in a bandit camp where he would be left to his thoughts and plan an escape. When he found himself in the cougar's laboratory though, the feeling that these were no ordinary bandits sank in quickly, eyes fixing upon the surgery table momentarily before he noticed the cougar approaching. He could also get a good look at his captors now. Not bandits, that much was clear. Two stallions, a palomino and a chestnut, both wearing nothing more than braies, black leather harnesses and black leather muzzle gags. Were they... slaves?

"Nnngh, unhand me! What's the meaning of this?!" Jarreth demanded the moment the hand left his mouth, which simply elicited a smirk from the puma. "My my, so rude. Surely you expect this sort of situation to occur when you tresspass in someone's home." he said in reply, carrying himself with regal sophistication. "Ah, you're a lousy squatter, that makes sense." Jarreth quipped as he rolled his eyes.

"Hmhm, a squatter? Oh I assure you dear boy, I've called this place my home since before you were born. Ah, but where are my manners? Jéan du Praedatore, at your service." Jéan said, bowing with a flourish. "du Praedatore? That's old Ysallianic. The Ysallian people haven't been around for centuries. You steal your name too?" Jarreth snarked, showing not only his contempt but his knowledge of ancient cultures, something which caught Jéan's attention.

"Clever aren't you? So you know your history. Well well. Indeed, my name is Ysallianic, but I was very much born with it, as I was my magical abilities." Jéan replied as he circled his captive, arms folded behind his back. Jarreth's expression noticably changed to one of surprise as the feline mentioned magical capabilities. A mage? Just what had he gotten himself into?

"Fornimancy is an ancient, forbidden and subsequently lost art, one I've had a long time to perfect, amongst other schools of the arcane." the cougar continued, Jarreth keeping an unimpressed scowl. "Fornimancy? What, the art of conjuring furniture or some shite?" Jarreth asked dismissively, Jéan grinning before giving a dismissive flourish with his hand. "Strip him down and strap him down, then make yourselves useful and start gathering what I need for the procedure." he said, Jarreth's heart sinking into his stomach at the sound of 'procedure.'

The polecat grunted and growled, glowering as the stallions forced him over to the surgery table, twisting, tugging and kicking as they effortlessly tugged off his boots and pulled the strings of his fly, tugging off his trousers to leave him in just his braies before practically throwing him onto the surgery table and buckling tight leather straps over his chest, upper arms, wrists, shins and tail, leaving him more vulnerable than he'd ever been in his life. Jarreth squirmed, wriggled and struggled all he could, but there was no breaking out of this, his hopes of escape now slowly falling to rely on Kimber hopefully finding him, and soon.

"What're you gonna do to me?!" the ferret asked, teeth showing as he tugged and pulled at the straps holding him down, chest heaving as he tired himself out. "Put my organs in jars for some kind of twisted alchemical ritual?! You hedge mages seem to love pretending to be butchers!" he added, gaze fixed on his captor as he walked over to a countertop and pulled a rack of vials out of a drawer, the stallions busy gathering various tools and potions from around the room.

Jéan turned to his captive, grinning at his statement before sauntering over and leaning in close. "Oh heavens no, nothing so barbaric. Why would I ever want to disfigure such a handsome and virile young man?" he replied, Jarreth gasping in surprise as the cougar tenderly traced his hand down Jarreth's torso before cupping the bulge of his braies. "W-What the devil do you think you're doing? Take your hands off me!" Jarreth protested in both confusion and annoyance, Jéan flourishing his hand once again. This time a black leather muzzle dangling from a wall hook seemed to come to life and leap from the hook onto Jarreth's face, fastening itself tightly.

"WGGHT?! WGGHT MMM DMMF?! GGGHT AMMF MMM, LGGHT MGGH GOGGH!" the ferret protested angrily, Jéan seeming to enjoy every moment of this. The cougar then walked over to a large alchemical flask on a standing rack with a small narrow glass tube leading out of the bottom. Accepting various potions being handed to him by his stallion slave assistants, Jéan poured each vial into the flask until the final mixture became a shimmering and glittery lavender color. He then took the narrow glass tube, walking it over and fishing the polecat's dick out of his braies, Jarreth grunting angrily at the casual manhandling.

The ferret's eyes widened as he watched the puma press the end of the tube to his tip. "NMMPF! NMMMPF!" he cried out, squirming and writhing before crying out as the narrow glass cylinder penetrated his polecat prick, falling back onto the table eyes wide and chest heaving as the feline stroked his shaft to help coax the intruding object further and further until the end found its way into his scrotum. Jarreth lay there pitifully, shivering as goosebumps still crawled up his spine before he turned his head just in time to see the sorcerer turn the valve on the tube underneath the flask, the strange lavender liquid flowing down the tube, down Jarreth's dick and into his scrotum.

Jarreth shivered again as the cool liquid entered his junk, having to stifle a moan once that coolness turned into and intense warm and tingling. Craning his head up Jarreth watched in captive horror as his balls slowly began to exapand as if they were waterskins being filled, pleasure shooting up his spine as they grew to plums, then oranges, then grapefruits and so on. Finally they stopped at the size of large coconuts after what seemed like hours, Jarreth's bulging balls trapped, wedged between his thighs, his braies barely able to contain their new girth.

Jarreth's chest was heaving against the strap over it, his balls aching for release, the pressure within unfathomably immense. After shutting off the valve and pulling the narrow glass tube from Jarreth's urethra, Jéan had gone over to what seemed to be a giant empty waterskin hanging from the wall. Jarreth kept the scowl upon his face, even though deep down in the pit of his stomach he had butterflies, this was all so alien to him and the machinery Jéan was piddling with in the corner made him nervous. What exactly was the cougar planning to do to him beyond growing his testicles?

Jéan took a solid black milking tube from a hook on the machine, a rubber hose connecting it to the giant waterskin with a pressure gauge at the machine end. The angry mustelid grunted as Jéan approached with the milking tube. Jarreth was determined to make the cougar work for it, jerking his hips from side to side as he tried to attach the milking tube, though Jéan simply grabbed the ferret's shaft to keep him still and slipped the tube over his tip, suction sucking it down to the base and locking it in place, which caused Jarreth to gasp.

The two stallions went over to a long black chain dangling from the ceiling and began to tug on it repeatedly, each tug on the chain giving off a loud and forboding 'crank.' Jarreth craned his head up to watch as a scary-looking device slowly moved towards him. It appeared to be two grapefruit-sized orbs of wood or maybe metal, painted black and attached to two pistons. It sank in for Jarreth exactly what it was meant to do as it came to a stop directly above his inflated balls, his eyes widening as he frantically shook his head 'no,' falling back against the table, desperately trying to tug himself free until he tired himself out again.

Jéan gripped a lever on the wall and Jarreth immediately tensed up, teeth clenched, bracing himself by gripping the sides of the table as he expected the worst pain he'd ever feel in his entire life, softened face staring at the puma in a silent plea of mercy. Down the lever came, the apparatus giving off a sinister hiss before the first orb plunged down into Jarreth's right nut, leaving a depression in it, feet trembling violently from the impact. The polecat couldn't keep from crying out, not from pain but pleasure as the strike forced him to orgasm, the rubber hose bulging out as a massive load of cum exploded into the milking tube, the hose bulge traveling down the length of it before presumably emptying into the giant waterskin, the pressure gauge registering as it did so.

Jarreth siezed up on the table, eyes wide as the machine rhythmically pounded up and down on his balls in rapid succession, the rubber hose bulging and pulsing as orgasm after orgasm was forced upon the ferret's athletic frame. His hands trembled before clenching into fists, chest heaving as he kept his teeth clenched, grunting and growling against his gag as he was subjected to the most intense pleasure he'd ever experienced. Jéan rubbed his hands together fiendishly as the cum started to flow, Jarreth's balls shrinking slowly by about an inch with each forced orgasm, the waterskin subsequently inflating with each orgasm pumped into it, the pressure gauge climbing before hovering consistently just outside the red zone. Each successive impact was forceful enough to send vibrations through Jarreth's body, enough to make the wooden table vibrate as the pounding apparatus thudded against each of Jarreth's taut nuts, his feet trembling violently from the vibrations.

Jéan cupped his hand under Jarreth's chin to look him in the eye, the polecat straining to keep his scowl when faced with his captor. "Fornimancy is the magic of sex and pleasure, and it has its perks. You'd be very surprised with some of the properties semen has. How do you think I look this good after three-hundred-seventy-three years after all?" he said with a sneer, Jarreth's face softening a bit before he jerked his face away defiantly. It was hard to think, mind clouded with such intense pleasure as it was, but it all made sense now. Jéan was the sorcerer from the heiroglyphs! Did that mean the stallions were enslaved Serradish citizens?

With another flourish of his hand Jéan's robes dissipated to leave him in just his own braies, which resembled a pair of trunks or boxer-briefs. He also had an impressive package, his length was easily eight inches when erect and his balls were the size of plums already, though whether that was natural or the result of fornimancy was unknown. Jéan gripped Jarreth's head and teabagged him, the ferret letting out an angry "NNGH!" as he closed his eyes to try and ignore what was happening, though he couldn't help but take in the cougar's scent with each heaving breath, his mind unable to help but associate the puma's hefty package and strong masculine scent with the intense pleasure being forced upon him.

Every single rough slam into Jarreth's inflated bulge produced an intense orgasm, about once every second with one right after another, the sadistic pounding apparatus never tiring nor offering any hint of mercy. The mustelid tried desperately to take himself out of this moment any way he could, trying to think of home or adventuring with Kimber, but the pleasure was too intense, all he could smell was Jéan's musk, and he couldn't concentrate on anything else other than the feeling of the puma's package pressed onto his muzzled snout. Jéan himself was clearly enjoying the plight of his new plaything, grinding his balls and taint over Jarreth's face and eliciting a chagrinned low growl, the cougar's bulge beginning to tent at the stimulation.

Even by that point Jarreth's balls were only drained by a quarter of their original girth, the ferret was becoming more desperate with each passing moment, uttering frustrated grunts into the leather muzzle as he thrashed, jerked and tugged at the leather straps holding him down. Try as he might though he couldn't free himself, completely at the mercy of his captor as the dastardly device drained not only his overproduced seed but also his stamina and his willpower. Jéan needed no other stimulation, a wet spot of pre forming at the tip of his tented bulge as he reveled in the polecat's torment and desperation. He was saving his own orgasm for later, however, as he was far from through with his new plaything.

The milking procedure must've gone on for what felt like ages, time in captivity seeming to drag on. Jarreth's balls had shrunken back to their original size, the device pounding a few blanks out of him before shutting off automatically, the waterskin full and taut with surface tension. The ferret took in a deep breath as Jéan finally moved his groin from his face, dazed and exhausted, eyes lidded wearily as he hacked a cough or two through his nose. The stallions unbuckled the straps holding him down, though he was too exhausted to fight back as they hefted him up off the table, his legs as stable and supportive as wet noodles as they marched him into the adjacent dungeon and into a cell with manacles hung from the ceiling by a chain.

They clasped Jarreth's wrists into the manacles, stretching his arms above his head and forcing him to stand on his toes, even less comfortable now that he was under the milking machine. Jéan's hands trailed down Jarreth's athletic form, cupping each buttock indulgently and eliciting an angry grunt from the polecat as Jéan rested his chin on his shoulder, pervertedly licking Jarreth's cheek and grinding his tented bulge between the ferret's cheeks. "I'll be back soon to play with your plump rump, handsome, but first I must attend to your generosity and fill some vials. You'll learn to enjoy it here, I shall keep you, forever. Young and virile as an infinite source of seminal serums. Oh we'll make beautiful music together..." he said as he slinked back toward the door, fingers lingering on Jarreth's body, reluctant to leave.

Jarreth's eyes widened in panic at the prospect of being kept here and forced to endure this for eternity, the polecat filled with renewed vigor as he tugged at his chains. "WGGHT?! NGGH! NGHH YNNGH CGGHT, PLMMF! LGGHT MGHH GOGGHH! HMMMPF! KMBBNNGH!" he shouted desperately into his gag as the stallions shut the cell door with a loud forboding clank, despite a subtle twitch in the front of his braies. A tear of anger and frustration rolled down his cheek as his captors walked away, body aching from his new position and wrists already raw from the restraints. There was naught Jarreth could do now but pray Kimber had gotten his letter...", "writing": "", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Juicing Jarreth's Jewels w/Story!", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "1", "type_name": "Picture/Pinup", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "4", "views": "1276" }