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You can find the original art here: \n\n[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/33011516/]https://www.furaffinity.net/view/33011516/[/url]\n\nIf you're interested in contributing more frequently, consider visiting my Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/draconiconlibrary?ty=h for good rewards and better stories.\n\nIf you simply want to get a commission for yourself, keep an eye on my journals and my twitter DraconiconWrite for updates on when I'm open.\n\nEnjoy.\n\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\n\n[b][u][center]Caroo’s Captured Cock\nFor Caroo\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nMillie knew that the gloryhole would eventually get her a dick to experiment with, but she never though that it would get her one so quickly…or that it would be this sensitive once she caught it.\n\n“Wow, either you are a heck of a pervert, or you’re a total virgin,” the little mouse said as she walked around the cock pinned down in the middle of her makeshift lab. “I thought all my toys would take a while to get a guy off, but I’m having to turn them [i]down[/i] for you.”\n\nThere was no answer, of course. The male on the outside was too tightly-pressed to the wall for her voice to get through. And besides, even if he wasn’t, she was pretty sure that she was too small and too quiet to be heard over the various bits of machinery humming around her.\n\nIt was a tightly-packed lab, that was for certain. While the meaty shaft in the middle of the room – about 150% as long as she was tall – took up the majority of the space, she had many little machines that added to that. Like the vise-like vibrator bullets at the entry hole, and the bead-belt that acted as a secondary restraint just behind the male’s cock-head, rippling up and down along the corona of his shaft.\n\nMillie straddled his shaft at the base, rolling her hips over it to get to the other side of her lab, where she had a number of wires running from a mini-computer. The wires ended in electrodes that were taped over the sides of the male’s cock, pulling in information on what she was doing to him.\n\nInformation she kinda needed if she wanted to prolong the experience.\n\nAs her captive humped against the wall, grinding and pumping his dick with the little control that he was given, she leaned forward and read through what she had.\n\nBody temperature and pulse rate was consistent with an aroused mammal, probably something in the marsupial class. Size indicated one of the larger species, though it was not impossible for it to belong to a well-endowed medium-sized species, too.\n\nPity that her cameras outside the hole hadn’t managed to turn on before the shaft was introduced. She’d like a picture of her subject before she took this further. It was always nice to put a face to a dick.\n\nStill, at least she was getting data. A lot of data, particularly about how sensitive this male’s equipment was. It was throbbing, bouncing, twitching, pushing right up to the edge of orgasm in less than a minute. As Millie tapped a few buttons, reducing the vibration pressure at the base of his shaft and slowing down the bead belt, she could tell that it was barely enough to keep him from going over the edge. Even with everything she’d done so far, her captive was hyper-ventilating, gasping for breath, begging to blow his load and trying hard to do it.\n\nShe’d have to take some more extreme measures.\n\nShaking her head, Millie tapped a few more buttons on her console, opening a panel further along on the wall. A series of vials came out, each one held in a robotic pincer. She looked through them, picked out three purple ones, and then put them away again.\n\n“Should be enough, even for someone as sensitive as you,” she muttered, walking back to the throbbing thing. “Seriously, what are you, though?”\n\nThere was no answer, not that she expected one from a dripping dick. The mouse made a mental note to replace the collection cup at the head in a few moments, then started uncorking the various vials.\n\nThe smell of strawberries filled her lab as each one came off, the thick serums already bubbling on contact with the air. Upending the first one just around the ridge of his cock head, she made sure that the goo was spread far around the tip, letting it dip around the ridge and into the beads to be carried around the rest.\n\nAlmost instantly, the cock started slamming into her machinery that much harder, pushing forward, then yanking back, putting the various bands around the base to the test. Millie yelped as she was knocked around by the earthquake-level shaking, only managing to stay upright by holding onto the side of the shaft.\n\nWhen it finally stopped, the whimpering from outside reaching a whole new level, she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.\n\n“Sensitive little virgins…Well, I guess that makes him all the better for testing the edging gear, but good lord…”\n\nStill shaking her head, she continued down the shaft, pouring more and more of the serum along the flesh. It was a simple goo, something that would shut off some of the nerves that were programmed to trigger orgasm for males. Usually, they only needed a small amount to keep a male nice and hard for breeding or other playful times, but not only was this shaft far larger than anything that her people had, but it was much, much more sensitive. She needed to make sure that it wouldn’t be blowing its load anytime soon.\n\nAnd the more she used, the higher she could ramp up the intensity of the different devices she was using without spoiling the experiment.\n\nWhen Millie finally reached the base of the shaft, she made sure to pour a bit of the goo down through the hole, making sure to hit the balls on the other side. She didn’t want them to think that they were going to be ignored. She just needed some time to get to them. Once she had this cock bent to her will properly…\n\nWell, that would come later. She just needed to finish this first.\n\n“Alright, you should be drugged enough to take what I can do to you now, but just in case…”\n\nA few more leather straps came out from the floor, and the mouse took her time wrapping them tight around the big shaft stuck through the wall. One band around the base, two, three, each one pulled nice and tight. Not quite to the point where veins would start popping up around the sides of the shaft, of course. That would skew her readings and would be a bit of a health risk for the male on the other side.\n\nStill, she pushed it as close as she could, even to the point of seeing the veins starting to rise before loosening them juuuuust a bit.\n\n[i]Chemical chastity and physical. That should be sufficient.[/i]\n\nMillie walked along the shaft, petting and stroking it with one hand the way that she would have done for a horse that was a bit jumpy. She didn’t know if it did anything for the guy on the other side, but it made her feel better.\n\nPlus, it was just fun to tease a dick that was this big. It just about demanded to be touched, to be stroked, to be caressed by someone that knew how to make it feel good.\n\nShe reached the head, shaking her own at the sight of the sheer amount of pre-cum that had already dripped into the collecting tube. It was on the verge of overflowing, and that was no good. She couldn’t have it damaging her equipment, or causing another flood down below. The last time she’d had that happen, she’d had to suspend her studies for over a month.\n\nThankfully, she’d come up with a different plan since then.\n\nTapping a button on the side of the milking cup, she had it pull back. The throbbing shaft dripped a puddle-sized drop on the floor, but that was all it had the chance to do before the next bit of the test started.\n\n“MMmmmph!”\n\nShe heard that groan from outside, and she felt the thump that was probably a fist against the wall. As well the male should have been doing.\n\nGrinning as the micro-fiber, soft brushes started flicking up and down right over the male’s urethra, she watched as his pre was turned into lube, brushed up and down his shaft by the flickering, spinning weaves. They were sending it all over the head, down along the underside, over to the ridges of the corona of the shaft.\n\n[i]Yes, that’s it. Get nice and soaked. Nice and wet. You’re going to want that for what comes next.[/i]\n\nShe rubbed her hands together in anticipation, already eagerly imagining what it was going to be like to keep this boy on edge for as long as possible.\n\nWith him whimpering like mad on the other side, she heard the soft sliding sounds that meant that her subject was starting to slump against the wall. The camera might just be free, she realized, and she rushed back to her computer to see if it was.\n\nIt was. She grinned at the sight of a panting, blushing, yellow-furred roo. He was a bit different than she expected, someone that looked kinda shy rather than someone that was used to taking the pleasure of an anonymous person. This must have been his first time trying something like this.\n\nIf he had been able to get free from it, it would probably form an addiction for him. The pleasure, the hot heat, the intensity that would never come from a living mouth or hand or hole. It would be hard for anyone to try and enjoy themselves with someone else after that.\n\nWhich, after all, was part of the point. The experiment produced sex toys for mistresses that wanted to keep their toys completely loyal to them, keep them from having wandering eyes or looking at some other woman or man as if they might be good enough. The toys would make sure that the submissive men would stay with them for as long as the mistress in question wanted.\n\nAnd this boy was going to be absolutely wrecked by the time she was done with him.\n\nThe information read-outs stated that the cock was completely numbed to the possibility of orgasm, a countdown running on the side of the screen to tell her how long she had before the nerves started waking back up. There was a fair bit of time left, a few hours at least before she’d have to reapply the goo, and that meant that she could really amp this up.\n\nMillie grinned, perhaps a little sadistically, before flipping the switches back to full power.\n\nOn camera, the roo’s eyes went wide, his tongue hanging out as he thrust forward, pushing against her bindings and unable to pull back. The flickering feather brushes along the head of his cock were driving him crazy, she could tell, and the beads spinning back and forth just behind the head weren’t helping, either.\n\n“I don’t even have to sensitize you,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re already sensitive enough that you’re going to drive yourself crazy on this thing.”\n\nAnd it seemed that was genuinely the case. The roo was panting, shaking, grinding against the wall the way that a dog might grind against its mate once its knot had grown too big. And well he should; the bindings around the base of his shaft were keeping him from pulling out, preventing him from thrusting forward more than the slightest of millimeters.\n\nIn and out, in and out he tried to thrust, but all he did was grind his testicles against the outer wall.\n\nMillie smiled, walking back over to the shaft, running her hands over it slowly. Her fingers felt the tension that was running through the fleshy rod, feeling how much it wanted to cum, how badly it wanted to blow its load.\n\n[i]Poor boy. You thought that you were getting an anonymous blowjob, and instead…[/i]\n\nShe clenched her fingers, not hard, but almost like a tickling squeeze. A squeal from outside just barely broke through the hum of her machines, and she grinned all the wider for it.\n\n“Mmm, you’re ticklish, too? Oh, if you knew what would happen if Sue heard about that…”\n\nMillie blinked. If Sue heard about that.\n\nOh, that gave her an idea. An idea that would have been completely wrong for most of the ethical science labs out there, but was all the more fun for her. After all, they weren’t entirely bound by things like ethics. They could just…have fun.\n\nAnd she planned on having a lot of fun with this.\n\nThe mouse pulled a phone out of her lab coat, calling her friends. The communicator only rang twice before it was picked up.\n\n“Sue? Do you have an open lab back at the facility?” she asked, running her fingers around the base again, feeling how hard the roo was. “No, I don’t need you to hide something that went wrong. God, that hasn’t happened in years. No, I just had a new experiment going, and I need more time than I can get trapping this guy in a gloryhole.\n\n“No, it’s not – no, it’s not a mistake. This guy is probably the most sensitive subject that I’ve ever found. I have to keep the machine on minimum if he’s not on orgasm denial serum.\n\n“Yes, I think he’s sensitive to tickles, too. At least, he laughed when I tickled the middle of the shaft. No, the middle. Yes, I’m sure, the most unsensitive part got him to laugh.”\n\nThe mouse on the other end was already squealing in anticipation, and Millie knew that she’d already secured herself a lab back at the main facility. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head a few times as she worked her fingers back up the shaft, tracing the throbbing tissue underneath, feeling the bulge along the bottom as pre kept spraying against the brushes at the head.\n\n“Alright, thanks. Send a collection team up here in a few minutes. I need some help to get him down there, but I promise you, this guy is worth all this trouble. He’s gonna be a perfect subject for everything that we have.”\n\nShe clicked off her phone, reaching up to the head. This was going to drive the poor guy completely insane, but if she was going to escalate, she needed him to be out for the transfer. Otherwise, he’d fight it, and that would make this whole thing pointless.\n\nShe pulled back the brushers, pulling down something else. This was a giant glass tube that would cover the swollen, purple head of the roo’s shaft, and it had a little clasper at the bottom that would form a sort of vacuum around the tip. She pulled it down and over, sealing the plastic lips at the bottom around the head.\n\n“Mmmph…nnngh…ah…ah…”\n\nHer subject was panting hard on the other side of the walls, shivering and thrusting and dripping as ever he had been. The roo was likely at the end of his ropes, considering that he had been like this for over fifteen minutes, already. Whatever break he was on from his classes, he probably was running over by some way. Not that it mattered to her; she was going to be taking him away from that.\n\nAs the plastic inflated under the head, the vacuum came on. The head of the roo’s shaft started to swell, the different sensitive spots becoming more easy to spot as they ‘floated’ up to the surface of the skin.\n\nIt kept expanding until the head of the cock touched the glass tube, and then…the vibrations started.\n\n“MMMMMMPH!”\n\nHe was screaming into his hand outside, the roo panting and thrashing about as his cockhead was both hyper-stimulated and left without any escape. He couldn’t cum, he couldn’t finish and get relief, and he couldn’t escape. He was just hyper-stimulated, his shaft hit with as much pleasure as anyone could imagine, and more than enough to torment him through it.\n\nShe wasn’t surprised when he eventually slumped forward, completely unconscious. She turned off the machinery, beginning the process of unhooking him. When the retrieval team arrived, they’d have to be quick, and there was no sense leaving a delay for them.\n\n#\n\nIt didn’t take that long to move him down to the lab. It was under the university, so there was no way for someone else to actually find him, but they still made sure that he had no way of knowing how he got there. Experimental subjects were better kept uninformed about where they were, just in case they tried to escape. It slowed them down until they could be recaptured, the mice found.\n\nMillie was happy to be with the others again. Sue was always eager to put her tickling devices to use on their captives, seeing how much they could take before tickling became pleasure, and pleasure became tickling. The laughter and sexual need that her ‘victims’ tended to conflate over time was pretty amusing to watch.\n\nJennifer was always eager to see someone stay on edge for as long as possible, and her devices reflected that. The brown-furred mouse tended to push her subjects to the edge of sanity, and while there were times when she ‘broke’ a subject or two, leaving them unable to cum ever again due to a psychological dependency on that pleasure that edging brought, it was never malicious. Amusing? Yes.\n\nAnd finally, Opal. The gray-furred mouse was always pushing to keep someone’s pleasure spiked high, not just from edging, but from a variety of different stimulations that worked them up from all sides. Whether it was cock, balls, nipples, or something else, that older mouse was always pushing to see how far they could nudge their subjects along their pleasurable journey.\n\nAnd now, they were working together.\n\nThey all stood around the unconscious roo’s cock, which continued to throb, standing up like a fleshy spire over the four of them. Opal was the first to lean in, running a clawed finger down along the side.\n\n“What were your plans with this one?” she asked.\n\n“I was hoping to see how far I could push him with the milking machines up there, but he was a bit too sensitive for me to work with on my own.” Millie shook her head. “He was just about to hump through the wall, trying to cum. I needed something to hold him down.”\n\n“And something that he can’t hump against,” Jennifer pointed out. “I mean, you did restrain his cock, right? Give him the anti-orgasm serums?”\n\n“Of course. I’m not dense. But he’s so sensitive that it almost wasn’t enough. I swear, he’s worse than that rat you found last year.”\n\n“That’s impossible. That rat was on a hair trigger. He was going to cum no matter what I did. Nobody’s worse than that.”\n\n“Try this one. I swear, he’s going to test your chastity devices like nothing else.”\n\nThe look on the brown-furred mouse’s face was obvious to all of them. Jennifer saw that as a welcome challenge rather than a slap in the face of her abilities. That was what Millie wanted to see, and she smiled in turn.\n\nThe four of them circled the shaft one more time before Sue shook her head.\n\n“I’m not that interested in his cock. How are his feet?”\n\n“From what I could tell, everything is as sensitive as the rest. Ears, cock, balls, tail, nipples, feet; my readings were picking up hyper-sensitivity everywhere.”\n\n“I’ll be the judge of that. Let’s take a look.”\n\nThe four mice made their way down from the crotch of the restrained roo, landing on the floor to examine what they had to work with down there.\n\nIt wasn’t Millie’s department, but she could see that the roo had a pair of feet that were just made for teasing and stroking. The long soles had a softness to them, a softness that was confirmed as the four mice rubbed their fingers along the flesh. Unlike some of the other hard-stompers that they’d had to deal with in the lab before, these were nice and soft, treated well by their owner rather than hard-used.\n\nIt didn’t take long for Sue to start poking them, jabbing her fingers into sensitive spots. Even in his sleep, the roo started jerking, twitching, even giggling as he was prodded and poked and tickled.\n\nSue grinned.\n\n“Oh, he might not be the most sensitive yet, but he will be by the time I’m done with him. One step will leave him giggling, and he might just pop a boner from it.”\n\n“We want to see him throbbing at all times, ladies,” Opal reminded them. “Now, we’ll divide into teams. Sue, you’ll head Delta team at the feed. Millie, you’ll take Alpha at the head. If his ears are as sensitive as you imply, I want to see him popping a boner every time that he gets a head-scratch. I’ll find someone to work on his chest, to tease those nipples of his and condition them to proper sensitivity.”\n\n“Hmmph. Does that mean I have to share with you?” Jennifer asked. “Team Charlie at his cock?”\n\n“Of course,” Opal said, smirking. “You didn’t think that you were going to get that all to yourself, did you?”\n\n#\n\nIt didn’t take long for all the teams to be assembled, and as soon as they were, they set to work. Opal was not just the head of Team Charlie, but the overall head of the operation, and she kept everyone on-task, overseeing the whole thing.\n\nShe looked up from the work surface that they’d assembled on the roo’s crotch, the wooden platter around the big shaft clamped tight to the subject’s hips. More than once, he’d tried to buck them off with a sudden thrust, and more than once, they’d gripped tight and refused to be sent flying.\n\n“Alpha Team, keep those ear lasers focused. I want that sensitivity tripled by the end of the day,” she called up to the head.\n\n“He’s twitching a lot. We’ll need some more binders.”\n\n“You’ll get it. Just make sure that he’s twitching and moaning from an ear rub by the middle of the day.”\n\nThe roo had long-since woken up, of course, but he was moaning and trembling more than he was struggling. It had taken some time to get him to calm down enough, but she imagined that all the pleasure that was going through his brain was making it easy to just slip back and not think.\n\nIt certainly had for previous subjects, and he didn’t seem that different, despite his overwhelming sensitivity.\n\nShe looked down at the floor, watching as Sue’s team continued their work. Delta was getting the machinery for full foot encasement ready, taking measurements of the roo’s soles and toes at the moment. The lasers dancing across the subject’s soles probably tickled him, too, considering the sheer power of the beams. Opal preferred to use the old-fashioned ways, even if they were a trifle less precise; the readings that you got with the lasers could be skewed if the subject’s nerves started flaring with tickles and pleasure.\n\nBut it wasn’t disruptive to their work, which was the most important.\n\n“Alright, girls. Where are we up to?” she asked, leaning one hand against the throbbing shaft at her side. “Jennifer, how’s the ball wrappings coming?”\n\n“Almost ready, Opal,” the other mouse said. “Just doing a final fitting.”\n\nA fitting indeed. Brass plates of metal, beaten into the shape of the roo’s testicles, were slowly being pressed against the outside, held there as if they were pieces to a puzzle. A cradle of metal already supported and divided the sack, letting one testicle out to either side of a dividing metal line, and the plates themselves would link back to it when they were completely certain that they were made correctly.\n\nOf course, it was more than just a chastity device, more than just a ring and cage of metal that would keep the roo’s balls from drawing up. The interior of the plates were lined with auto-strokers, tendrils that would keep licking and rubbing the flesh that they were pressed against. Based off of a sea anemone design, the strokers would also ooze a weak ‘venom’ that would keep the flesh incredibly sensitive, as well as making it soft and smooth and fun to touch.\n\nEven as Jennifer pressed one of the plates to the left testicle, the roo moaned from it, arching his back ever so slightly against the experiment table. Opal smiled, shaking her head at the sheer pleasure that the ‘poor boy’ must already be dealing with.\n\nParticularly with her contraption around the shaft.\n\nOpal looked up with the smallest of smirks on her face, enjoying the sight of her invention doing its job. It was a large brass frame, supported by four legs that were bolted down to the wooden platform that they worked on. Rising up around the base of the shaft, it formed a ring around the middle before continuing up via two rods towards the tip. The rods formed a cage that went up the underside and top side of the shaft, circling around the head and over the urethra as they went.\n\nMost of the pleasure that the roo was ‘suffering’ from probably came from the vibrator that she’d installed just under the head, pressing into the fold of flesh on the underside where the rest of the shaft connected to the head. Certainly, he’d jumped and squealed the loudest when that had been turned on.\n\nBut most of the rest of his pleasure came from the spiraling, twisting, circling brushes that were attached to the struts up and down the caging frame. It meant that every inch of his cock was being stroked, flicked, teased at all times. There was not an inch of cock flesh that wasn’t covered by either vibrating metal or the teasing brushes.\n\nBest of all, they could feed whatever chemicals they wanted down the brushes and it would be instantly massaged into the roo’s cock flesh. She had already dosed him heavily with a mix of sensitizers and denial inducers, forcing his cock to throb harder, to swell, to inflame a bit and become fatter for easier containment. Every little flick and brush along the shaft would be sending overwhelming pleasure through the whole thing, but the denial inducers would keep him from blowing his load no matter how high they pushed it.\n\nTheoretically, anyway.\n\n“What do we have for climax readouts?” she called.\n\n“Readings say that we have a 93% chance of holding him on the edge of orgasm permanently, so long as the blockers don’t run out,” a white and brown mouse called out from the hip. “New record for us.”\n\n“Let’s see if we can boost our chances there. I don’t want him cumming. Not even once. Not until we’re done with him.”\n\nIt was a bit cruel, she supposed, but it was better to keep him pent-up than to allow him to blow. The more that he had to wait, the better off the end result would be. She wanted this roo to be a walking erection machine, so conditioned to the pleasure that a proper mistress could give him that he would bend and bow and eagerly give his body to them whenever they so much as snapped a finger. Any orgasm he had between now and then would cheapen the overall sensitivity they were trying to train into him.\n\nAnd besides…it was more fun this way.\n\nA sudden jerk nearly sent some of the less-careful mice flying, some of them stumbling back and stepping on his balls with bare feet. Opal caught one of them, keeping them from falling the rest of the way, and pulled her back.\n\n“Delta! A little warning about when you’re pulling a tickle test, thank you!”\n\n“Sorry! Got a little too excited.”\n\n“Just watch what you’re doing, okay?”\n\n“I said I was sorry!”\n\n“Yeah? Be more sorry.”\n\nShe shook her head. Much as she enjoyed seeing the big guy twitch from her machine, she needed to keep an eye on all the different projects. They were all supposed to be working as a team, after all…even if their goals were shifting.\n\nMuch as Millie had brought this roo down to train him and push their machines to the limits in the process, Opal had to admit that she was coming to like having the little guy down here with them. He was a fun roo to tease, his body quivering whenever they came close. He obviously understood that he was under them in the pecking order, and the way that he was always panting, always eager – even if a little shy – when they came close made her feel like she had a perfect pet.\n\n[i]Head office won’t be happy…[/i]\n\nOpal shook her head. Head office would let them continue as long as they were showing more results for their machines. As long as they kept coming up with different experiments to put this roo through, they’d be able to keep him. They’d be allowed to do whatever they wanted, as long as it furthered the cause of science.\n\nAnd she had a number of different ideas, still. Models of how to keep his cock trained to not cum no matter what stimulation it was given, not until he had his mistress’s permission to let loose. Training him via massive stimulation to be at a healthy level of arousal, waiting to be shown off at his mistress’s whim.\n\nThere was so much that they could do to him…\n\nShaking her head, the mouse slowly walked up the body, leaving the cock behind for the moment.\n\nShe passed Team Beta, who were working hard on teasing those little nubs through the roo’s chest. They were flicking them, teasing them, using their own hands and tongues at least as much as the machines that they had available. That was expected, she supposed, but what was surprising was the way that they were combining the teasing pleasures there with –\n\n“Whoa!”\n\nOpal had to dive down, grabbing the roo’s chest fur in hand to keep from being thrown off as the mice dragged their dancing tails up and down over their subject’s armpits. It was a sudden tickle, and one that made the subject gasp and laugh through the gag in his mouth. There was a grumble further down the body, and she knew some of Team Charlie had nearly been bucked off again.\n\n“We really need a signal system of what’s coming…”\n\n#\n\nCaroo panted as he was teased from head to toe, quite literally. How long had he been here? There was a sign above him, a digital display that said he had been in this contraption for at least twenty hours already, teased and tormented by all the different devices, but could that be right? It felt longer...much longer.\n\nThe roo shivered as the hands and lasers around his head started again, his tongue starting to hang out as they worked the insides and outsides of his ears. Each touch sent a strange tingle of calmness through his entire body. It was like a backrub at a massage parlor, except a hundred times more relaxing, a hundred times more soothing.\n\nAnd it needed to be, because the raw intensity that was hitting him from his feet, the tickles that kept coming, kept threatening to jerk him out of it and send him laughing and spasming to the floor. If it wasn’t for the metal bands holding down his belly, his arms, his legs, his tail, he would have been flailing non-stop. He would have been screaming with laughter if it wasn’t for the gag in his mouth that kept his muzzle plugged and shut.\n\nAnd those were just the two extremes on either end. The pleasure-tickles coming from his chest, the feeling of the dancing, slender tails finding places that he had never been tickled before, the tickling, licking, stroking of his nipples as they became hard and stiff and more sensitive than ever before: he was so overwhelmed that he didn’t even know what to think, his entire body confused by the overpowering stimulation.\n\nAnd speaking of stimulation –\n\n“Nnngh…ah…ah…nnnnnnngh!”\n\nThe constant rubbing and tickling and stroking and brushing of his cock. He should have cum a hundred times since he had been tied up, but there was nothing. Nothing at all. All he had was a constantly growing pleasure, a desperation that refused to be satisfied, or even close to met. His eyes were rolling back, hazy in pleasure.\n\nThe only companions he had were the mice, and all they talked about was their experiment, what they would do to him next, how they would tweak him and train him. Rarely did they come to talk to him directly, and when they did, it was always a tease, always a way to rile him up further for the next step.\n\nStill shaking, panting, gasping for air, he felt the footprints of someone else coming up. Caroo looked down, seeing the gray-furred mouse walking up his chest, her bare feet tapping against his flesh through his fur. He felt her gripping him, curling her toes with every step, and he blushed as she came to a stop just beneath his chin.\n\n“You’re getting very...bouncy.”\n\n“So-oooooo-rry!”\n\nHe bit his lips, holding back giggles that turned to moans that turned to groans that turned to moans again. It was so hard to tell what was happening, what was going to be next, that it was better to just go with it. Even if it didn’t match when the sound first came out, the sensations changed so often that it would soon enough.\n\nPanting for breath, he could only stare as the mouse gestured off to the side. He looked where she was pointing, and then stared at the hypno-helmet that some of the other rodents were carrying over.\n\n“What...is that…”\n\n“Something that will keep you nice and quiet…”\n\n#\n\nMinutes turned to hours, and hours turned to…something else. Caroo wasn’t sure if it was as long as weeks, or even as long as days, but it was a lengthy time that he spent in bondage, in the hypnotic helmet, being conditioned by innumerable sensations and whispering words and flashing lights.\n\nEvery night, he would be let free, laid down in bed with a little machine buzzing away down below. It was little more than a tease to his cock and balls, something to keep him horny but not enough to keep him from sleeping.\n\nEvery day, he would be brought back to the table, and every day, he was a little more willing to go back, a little more willing to be tied down and experimented on. The roo wondered, sometimes, if that was normal, but his questions disappeared shortly after they started teasing him again.\n\nIt didn’t take long for him to start enjoying it. By the end of the third day, he might have been blushing, but he was grinning beneath it as he was tied to the table. By the end of the seventh, he was eagerly showing himself off as they tied him down.\n\nBy the end of the first week, the mice were sleeping on him as if he were their communal bed. Seeing so many mice in lab coats, snuggled up with each other as well as him, was as heartwarming as could be. He would lie back, his arms gently held at his side to catch any of them that rolled off, then close his eyes as their warm bodies rested against his chest.\n\nThey were his mistresses, and he was happy to serve.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This is a commission that was made for Caroo over on FA, with art by Bluebuns. 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Caroo’s Captured Cock
For Caroo
By Draconicon









Millie knew that the gloryhole would eventually get her a dick to experiment with, but she never though that it would get her one so quickly…or that it would be this sensitive once she caught it.

“Wow, either you are a heck of a pervert, or you’re a total virgin,” the little mouse said as she walked around the cock pinned down in the middle of her makeshift lab. “I thought all my toys would take a while to get a guy off, but I’m having to turn them down for you.”

There was no answer, of course. The male on the outside was too tightly-pressed to the wall for her voice to get through. And besides, even if he wasn’t, she was pretty sure that she was too small and too quiet to be heard over the various bits of machinery humming around her.

It was a tightly-packed lab, that was for certain. While the meaty shaft in the middle of the room – about 150% as long as she was tall – took up the majority of the space, she had many little machines that added to that. Like the vise-like vibrator bullets at the entry hole, and the bead-belt that acted as a secondary restraint just behind the male’s cock-head, rippling up and down along the corona of his shaft.

Millie straddled his shaft at the base, rolling her hips over it to get to the other side of her lab, where she had a number of wires running from a mini-computer. The wires ended in electrodes that were taped over the sides of the male’s cock, pulling in information on what she was doing to him.

Information she kinda needed if she wanted to prolong the experience.

As her captive humped against the wall, grinding and pumping his dick with the little control that he was given, she leaned forward and read through what she had.

Body temperature and pulse rate was consistent with an aroused mammal, probably something in the marsupial class. Size indicated one of the larger species, though it was not impossible for it to belong to a well-endowed medium-sized species, too.

Pity that her cameras outside the hole hadn’t managed to turn on before the shaft was introduced. She’d like a picture of her subject before she took this further. It was always nice to put a face to a dick.

Still, at least she was getting data. A lot of data, particularly about how sensitive this male’s equipment was. It was throbbing, bouncing, twitching, pushing right up to the edge of orgasm in less than a minute. As Millie tapped a few buttons, reducing the vibration pressure at the base of his shaft and slowing down the bead belt, she could tell that it was barely enough to keep him from going over the edge. Even with everything she’d done so far, her captive was hyper-ventilating, gasping for breath, begging to blow his load and trying hard to do it.

She’d have to take some more extreme measures.

Shaking her head, Millie tapped a few more buttons on her console, opening a panel further along on the wall. A series of vials came out, each one held in a robotic pincer. She looked through them, picked out three purple ones, and then put them away again.

“Should be enough, even for someone as sensitive as you,” she muttered, walking back to the throbbing thing. “Seriously, what are you, though?”

There was no answer, not that she expected one from a dripping dick. The mouse made a mental note to replace the collection cup at the head in a few moments, then started uncorking the various vials.

The smell of strawberries filled her lab as each one came off, the thick serums already bubbling on contact with the air. Upending the first one just around the ridge of his cock head, she made sure that the goo was spread far around the tip, letting it dip around the ridge and into the beads to be carried around the rest.

Almost instantly, the cock started slamming into her machinery that much harder, pushing forward, then yanking back, putting the various bands around the base to the test. Millie yelped as she was knocked around by the earthquake-level shaking, only managing to stay upright by holding onto the side of the shaft.

When it finally stopped, the whimpering from outside reaching a whole new level, she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

“Sensitive little virgins…Well, I guess that makes him all the better for testing the edging gear, but good lord…”

Still shaking her head, she continued down the shaft, pouring more and more of the serum along the flesh. It was a simple goo, something that would shut off some of the nerves that were programmed to trigger orgasm for males. Usually, they only needed a small amount to keep a male nice and hard for breeding or other playful times, but not only was this shaft far larger than anything that her people had, but it was much, much more sensitive. She needed to make sure that it wouldn’t be blowing its load anytime soon.

And the more she used, the higher she could ramp up the intensity of the different devices she was using without spoiling the experiment.

When Millie finally reached the base of the shaft, she made sure to pour a bit of the goo down through the hole, making sure to hit the balls on the other side. She didn’t want them to think that they were going to be ignored. She just needed some time to get to them. Once she had this cock bent to her will properly…

Well, that would come later. She just needed to finish this first.

“Alright, you should be drugged enough to take what I can do to you now, but just in case…”

A few more leather straps came out from the floor, and the mouse took her time wrapping them tight around the big shaft stuck through the wall. One band around the base, two, three, each one pulled nice and tight. Not quite to the point where veins would start popping up around the sides of the shaft, of course. That would skew her readings and would be a bit of a health risk for the male on the other side.

Still, she pushed it as close as she could, even to the point of seeing the veins starting to rise before loosening them juuuuust a bit.

Chemical chastity and physical. That should be sufficient.

Millie walked along the shaft, petting and stroking it with one hand the way that she would have done for a horse that was a bit jumpy. She didn’t know if it did anything for the guy on the other side, but it made her feel better.

Plus, it was just fun to tease a dick that was this big. It just about demanded to be touched, to be stroked, to be caressed by someone that knew how to make it feel good.

She reached the head, shaking her own at the sight of the sheer amount of pre-cum that had already dripped into the collecting tube. It was on the verge of overflowing, and that was no good. She couldn’t have it damaging her equipment, or causing another flood down below. The last time she’d had that happen, she’d had to suspend her studies for over a month.

Thankfully, she’d come up with a different plan since then.

Tapping a button on the side of the milking cup, she had it pull back. The throbbing shaft dripped a puddle-sized drop on the floor, but that was all it had the chance to do before the next bit of the test started.

“MMmmmph!”

She heard that groan from outside, and she felt the thump that was probably a fist against the wall. As well the male should have been doing.

Grinning as the micro-fiber, soft brushes started flicking up and down right over the male’s urethra, she watched as his pre was turned into lube, brushed up and down his shaft by the flickering, spinning weaves. They were sending it all over the head, down along the underside, over to the ridges of the corona of the shaft.

Yes, that’s it. Get nice and soaked. Nice and wet. You’re going to want that for what comes next.

She rubbed her hands together in anticipation, already eagerly imagining what it was going to be like to keep this boy on edge for as long as possible.

With him whimpering like mad on the other side, she heard the soft sliding sounds that meant that her subject was starting to slump against the wall. The camera might just be free, she realized, and she rushed back to her computer to see if it was.

It was. She grinned at the sight of a panting, blushing, yellow-furred roo. He was a bit different than she expected, someone that looked kinda shy rather than someone that was used to taking the pleasure of an anonymous person. This must have been his first time trying something like this.

If he had been able to get free from it, it would probably form an addiction for him. The pleasure, the hot heat, the intensity that would never come from a living mouth or hand or hole. It would be hard for anyone to try and enjoy themselves with someone else after that.

Which, after all, was part of the point. The experiment produced sex toys for mistresses that wanted to keep their toys completely loyal to them, keep them from having wandering eyes or looking at some other woman or man as if they might be good enough. The toys would make sure that the submissive men would stay with them for as long as the mistress in question wanted.

And this boy was going to be absolutely wrecked by the time she was done with him.

The information read-outs stated that the cock was completely numbed to the possibility of orgasm, a countdown running on the side of the screen to tell her how long she had before the nerves started waking back up. There was a fair bit of time left, a few hours at least before she’d have to reapply the goo, and that meant that she could really amp this up.

Millie grinned, perhaps a little sadistically, before flipping the switches back to full power.

On camera, the roo’s eyes went wide, his tongue hanging out as he thrust forward, pushing against her bindings and unable to pull back. The flickering feather brushes along the head of his cock were driving him crazy, she could tell, and the beads spinning back and forth just behind the head weren’t helping, either.

“I don’t even have to sensitize you,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re already sensitive enough that you’re going to drive yourself crazy on this thing.”

And it seemed that was genuinely the case. The roo was panting, shaking, grinding against the wall the way that a dog might grind against its mate once its knot had grown too big. And well he should; the bindings around the base of his shaft were keeping him from pulling out, preventing him from thrusting forward more than the slightest of millimeters.

In and out, in and out he tried to thrust, but all he did was grind his testicles against the outer wall.

Millie smiled, walking back over to the shaft, running her hands over it slowly. Her fingers felt the tension that was running through the fleshy rod, feeling how much it wanted to cum, how badly it wanted to blow its load.

Poor boy. You thought that you were getting an anonymous blowjob, and instead…

She clenched her fingers, not hard, but almost like a tickling squeeze. A squeal from outside just barely broke through the hum of her machines, and she grinned all the wider for it.

“Mmm, you’re ticklish, too? Oh, if you knew what would happen if Sue heard about that…”

Millie blinked. If Sue heard about that.

Oh, that gave her an idea. An idea that would have been completely wrong for most of the ethical science labs out there, but was all the more fun for her. After all, they weren’t entirely bound by things like ethics. They could just…have fun.

And she planned on having a lot of fun with this.

The mouse pulled a phone out of her lab coat, calling her friends. The communicator only rang twice before it was picked up.

“Sue? Do you have an open lab back at the facility?” she asked, running her fingers around the base again, feeling how hard the roo was. “No, I don’t need you to hide something that went wrong. God, that hasn’t happened in years. No, I just had a new experiment going, and I need more time than I can get trapping this guy in a gloryhole.

“No, it’s not – no, it’s not a mistake. This guy is probably the most sensitive subject that I’ve ever found. I have to keep the machine on minimum if he’s not on orgasm denial serum.

“Yes, I think he’s sensitive to tickles, too. At least, he laughed when I tickled the middle of the shaft. No, the middle. Yes, I’m sure, the most unsensitive part got him to laugh.”

The mouse on the other end was already squealing in anticipation, and Millie knew that she’d already secured herself a lab back at the main facility. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head a few times as she worked her fingers back up the shaft, tracing the throbbing tissue underneath, feeling the bulge along the bottom as pre kept spraying against the brushes at the head.

“Alright, thanks. Send a collection team up here in a few minutes. I need some help to get him down there, but I promise you, this guy is worth all this trouble. He’s gonna be a perfect subject for everything that we have.”

She clicked off her phone, reaching up to the head. This was going to drive the poor guy completely insane, but if she was going to escalate, she needed him to be out for the transfer. Otherwise, he’d fight it, and that would make this whole thing pointless.

She pulled back the brushers, pulling down something else. This was a giant glass tube that would cover the swollen, purple head of the roo’s shaft, and it had a little clasper at the bottom that would form a sort of vacuum around the tip. She pulled it down and over, sealing the plastic lips at the bottom around the head.

“Mmmph…nnngh…ah…ah…”

Her subject was panting hard on the other side of the walls, shivering and thrusting and dripping as ever he had been. The roo was likely at the end of his ropes, considering that he had been like this for over fifteen minutes, already. Whatever break he was on from his classes, he probably was running over by some way. Not that it mattered to her; she was going to be taking him away from that.

As the plastic inflated under the head, the vacuum came on. The head of the roo’s shaft started to swell, the different sensitive spots becoming more easy to spot as they ‘floated’ up to the surface of the skin.

It kept expanding until the head of the cock touched the glass tube, and then…the vibrations started.

“MMMMMMPH!”

He was screaming into his hand outside, the roo panting and thrashing about as his cockhead was both hyper-stimulated and left without any escape. He couldn’t cum, he couldn’t finish and get relief, and he couldn’t escape. He was just hyper-stimulated, his shaft hit with as much pleasure as anyone could imagine, and more than enough to torment him through it.

She wasn’t surprised when he eventually slumped forward, completely unconscious. She turned off the machinery, beginning the process of unhooking him. When the retrieval team arrived, they’d have to be quick, and there was no sense leaving a delay for them.

#

It didn’t take that long to move him down to the lab. It was under the university, so there was no way for someone else to actually find him, but they still made sure that he had no way of knowing how he got there. Experimental subjects were better kept uninformed about where they were, just in case they tried to escape. It slowed them down until they could be recaptured, the mice found.

Millie was happy to be with the others again. Sue was always eager to put her tickling devices to use on their captives, seeing how much they could take before tickling became pleasure, and pleasure became tickling. The laughter and sexual need that her ‘victims’ tended to conflate over time was pretty amusing to watch.

Jennifer was always eager to see someone stay on edge for as long as possible, and her devices reflected that. The brown-furred mouse tended to push her subjects to the edge of sanity, and while there were times when she ‘broke’ a subject or two, leaving them unable to cum ever again due to a psychological dependency on that pleasure that edging brought, it was never malicious. Amusing? Yes.

And finally, Opal. The gray-furred mouse was always pushing to keep someone’s pleasure spiked high, not just from edging, but from a variety of different stimulations that worked them up from all sides. Whether it was cock, balls, nipples, or something else, that older mouse was always pushing to see how far they could nudge their subjects along their pleasurable journey.

And now, they were working together.

They all stood around the unconscious roo’s cock, which continued to throb, standing up like a fleshy spire over the four of them. Opal was the first to lean in, running a clawed finger down along the side.

“What were your plans with this one?” she asked.

“I was hoping to see how far I could push him with the milking machines up there, but he was a bit too sensitive for me to work with on my own.” Millie shook her head. “He was just about to hump through the wall, trying to cum. I needed something to hold him down.”

“And something that he can’t hump against,” Jennifer pointed out. “I mean, you did restrain his cock, right? Give him the anti-orgasm serums?”

“Of course. I’m not dense. But he’s so sensitive that it almost wasn’t enough. I swear, he’s worse than that rat you found last year.”

“That’s impossible. That rat was on a hair trigger. He was going to cum no matter what I did. Nobody’s worse than that.”

“Try this one. I swear, he’s going to test your chastity devices like nothing else.”

The look on the brown-furred mouse’s face was obvious to all of them. Jennifer saw that as a welcome challenge rather than a slap in the face of her abilities. That was what Millie wanted to see, and she smiled in turn.

The four of them circled the shaft one more time before Sue shook her head.

“I’m not that interested in his cock. How are his feet?”

“From what I could tell, everything is as sensitive as the rest. Ears, cock, balls, tail, nipples, feet; my readings were picking up hyper-sensitivity everywhere.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Let’s take a look.”

The four mice made their way down from the crotch of the restrained roo, landing on the floor to examine what they had to work with down there.

It wasn’t Millie’s department, but she could see that the roo had a pair of feet that were just made for teasing and stroking. The long soles had a softness to them, a softness that was confirmed as the four mice rubbed their fingers along the flesh. Unlike some of the other hard-stompers that they’d had to deal with in the lab before, these were nice and soft, treated well by their owner rather than hard-used.

It didn’t take long for Sue to start poking them, jabbing her fingers into sensitive spots. Even in his sleep, the roo started jerking, twitching, even giggling as he was prodded and poked and tickled.

Sue grinned.

“Oh, he might not be the most sensitive yet, but he will be by the time I’m done with him. One step will leave him giggling, and he might just pop a boner from it.”

“We want to see him throbbing at all times, ladies,” Opal reminded them. “Now, we’ll divide into teams. Sue, you’ll head Delta team at the feed. Millie, you’ll take Alpha at the head. If his ears are as sensitive as you imply, I want to see him popping a boner every time that he gets a head-scratch. I’ll find someone to work on his chest, to tease those nipples of his and condition them to proper sensitivity.”

“Hmmph. Does that mean I have to share with you?” Jennifer asked. “Team Charlie at his cock?”

“Of course,” Opal said, smirking. “You didn’t think that you were going to get that all to yourself, did you?”

#

It didn’t take long for all the teams to be assembled, and as soon as they were, they set to work. Opal was not just the head of Team Charlie, but the overall head of the operation, and she kept everyone on-task, overseeing the whole thing.

She looked up from the work surface that they’d assembled on the roo’s crotch, the wooden platter around the big shaft clamped tight to the subject’s hips. More than once, he’d tried to buck them off with a sudden thrust, and more than once, they’d gripped tight and refused to be sent flying.

“Alpha Team, keep those ear lasers focused. I want that sensitivity tripled by the end of the day,” she called up to the head.

“He’s twitching a lot. We’ll need some more binders.”

“You’ll get it. Just make sure that he’s twitching and moaning from an ear rub by the middle of the day.”

The roo had long-since woken up, of course, but he was moaning and trembling more than he was struggling. It had taken some time to get him to calm down enough, but she imagined that all the pleasure that was going through his brain was making it easy to just slip back and not think.

It certainly had for previous subjects, and he didn’t seem that different, despite his overwhelming sensitivity.

She looked down at the floor, watching as Sue’s team continued their work. Delta was getting the machinery for full foot encasement ready, taking measurements of the roo’s soles and toes at the moment. The lasers dancing across the subject’s soles probably tickled him, too, considering the sheer power of the beams. Opal preferred to use the old-fashioned ways, even if they were a trifle less precise; the readings that you got with the lasers could be skewed if the subject’s nerves started flaring with tickles and pleasure.

But it wasn’t disruptive to their work, which was the most important.

“Alright, girls. Where are we up to?” she asked, leaning one hand against the throbbing shaft at her side. “Jennifer, how’s the ball wrappings coming?”

“Almost ready, Opal,” the other mouse said. “Just doing a final fitting.”

A fitting indeed. Brass plates of metal, beaten into the shape of the roo’s testicles, were slowly being pressed against the outside, held there as if they were pieces to a puzzle. A cradle of metal already supported and divided the sack, letting one testicle out to either side of a dividing metal line, and the plates themselves would link back to it when they were completely certain that they were made correctly.

Of course, it was more than just a chastity device, more than just a ring and cage of metal that would keep the roo’s balls from drawing up. The interior of the plates were lined with auto-strokers, tendrils that would keep licking and rubbing the flesh that they were pressed against. Based off of a sea anemone design, the strokers would also ooze a weak ‘venom’ that would keep the flesh incredibly sensitive, as well as making it soft and smooth and fun to touch.

Even as Jennifer pressed one of the plates to the left testicle, the roo moaned from it, arching his back ever so slightly against the experiment table. Opal smiled, shaking her head at the sheer pleasure that the ‘poor boy’ must already be dealing with.

Particularly with her contraption around the shaft.

Opal looked up with the smallest of smirks on her face, enjoying the sight of her invention doing its job. It was a large brass frame, supported by four legs that were bolted down to the wooden platform that they worked on. Rising up around the base of the shaft, it formed a ring around the middle before continuing up via two rods towards the tip. The rods formed a cage that went up the underside and top side of the shaft, circling around the head and over the urethra as they went.

Most of the pleasure that the roo was ‘suffering’ from probably came from the vibrator that she’d installed just under the head, pressing into the fold of flesh on the underside where the rest of the shaft connected to the head. Certainly, he’d jumped and squealed the loudest when that had been turned on.

But most of the rest of his pleasure came from the spiraling, twisting, circling brushes that were attached to the struts up and down the caging frame. It meant that every inch of his cock was being stroked, flicked, teased at all times. There was not an inch of cock flesh that wasn’t covered by either vibrating metal or the teasing brushes.

Best of all, they could feed whatever chemicals they wanted down the brushes and it would be instantly massaged into the roo’s cock flesh. She had already dosed him heavily with a mix of sensitizers and denial inducers, forcing his cock to throb harder, to swell, to inflame a bit and become fatter for easier containment. Every little flick and brush along the shaft would be sending overwhelming pleasure through the whole thing, but the denial inducers would keep him from blowing his load no matter how high they pushed it.

Theoretically, anyway.

“What do we have for climax readouts?” she called.

“Readings say that we have a 93% chance of holding him on the edge of orgasm permanently, so long as the blockers don’t run out,” a white and brown mouse called out from the hip. “New record for us.”

“Let’s see if we can boost our chances there. I don’t want him cumming. Not even once. Not until we’re done with him.”

It was a bit cruel, she supposed, but it was better to keep him pent-up than to allow him to blow. The more that he had to wait, the better off the end result would be. She wanted this roo to be a walking erection machine, so conditioned to the pleasure that a proper mistress could give him that he would bend and bow and eagerly give his body to them whenever they so much as snapped a finger. Any orgasm he had between now and then would cheapen the overall sensitivity they were trying to train into him.

And besides…it was more fun this way.

A sudden jerk nearly sent some of the less-careful mice flying, some of them stumbling back and stepping on his balls with bare feet. Opal caught one of them, keeping them from falling the rest of the way, and pulled her back.

“Delta! A little warning about when you’re pulling a tickle test, thank you!”

“Sorry! Got a little too excited.”

“Just watch what you’re doing, okay?”

“I said I was sorry!”

“Yeah? Be more sorry.”

She shook her head. Much as she enjoyed seeing the big guy twitch from her machine, she needed to keep an eye on all the different projects. They were all supposed to be working as a team, after all…even if their goals were shifting.

Much as Millie had brought this roo down to train him and push their machines to the limits in the process, Opal had to admit that she was coming to like having the little guy down here with them. He was a fun roo to tease, his body quivering whenever they came close. He obviously understood that he was under them in the pecking order, and the way that he was always panting, always eager – even if a little shy – when they came close made her feel like she had a perfect pet.

Head office won’t be happy…

Opal shook her head. Head office would let them continue as long as they were showing more results for their machines. As long as they kept coming up with different experiments to put this roo through, they’d be able to keep him. They’d be allowed to do whatever they wanted, as long as it furthered the cause of science.

And she had a number of different ideas, still. Models of how to keep his cock trained to not cum no matter what stimulation it was given, not until he had his mistress’s permission to let loose. Training him via massive stimulation to be at a healthy level of arousal, waiting to be shown off at his mistress’s whim.

There was so much that they could do to him…

Shaking her head, the mouse slowly walked up the body, leaving the cock behind for the moment.

She passed Team Beta, who were working hard on teasing those little nubs through the roo’s chest. They were flicking them, teasing them, using their own hands and tongues at least as much as the machines that they had available. That was expected, she supposed, but what was surprising was the way that they were combining the teasing pleasures there with –

“Whoa!”

Opal had to dive down, grabbing the roo’s chest fur in hand to keep from being thrown off as the mice dragged their dancing tails up and down over their subject’s armpits. It was a sudden tickle, and one that made the subject gasp and laugh through the gag in his mouth. There was a grumble further down the body, and she knew some of Team Charlie had nearly been bucked off again.

“We really need a signal system of what’s coming…”

#

Caroo panted as he was teased from head to toe, quite literally. How long had he been here? There was a sign above him, a digital display that said he had been in this contraption for at least twenty hours already, teased and tormented by all the different devices, but could that be right? It felt longer...much longer.

The roo shivered as the hands and lasers around his head started again, his tongue starting to hang out as they worked the insides and outsides of his ears. Each touch sent a strange tingle of calmness through his entire body. It was like a backrub at a massage parlor, except a hundred times more relaxing, a hundred times more soothing.

And it needed to be, because the raw intensity that was hitting him from his feet, the tickles that kept coming, kept threatening to jerk him out of it and send him laughing and spasming to the floor. If it wasn’t for the metal bands holding down his belly, his arms, his legs, his tail, he would have been flailing non-stop. He would have been screaming with laughter if it wasn’t for the gag in his mouth that kept his muzzle plugged and shut.

And those were just the two extremes on either end. The pleasure-tickles coming from his chest, the feeling of the dancing, slender tails finding places that he had never been tickled before, the tickling, licking, stroking of his nipples as they became hard and stiff and more sensitive than ever before: he was so overwhelmed that he didn’t even know what to think, his entire body confused by the overpowering stimulation.

And speaking of stimulation –

“Nnngh…ah…ah…nnnnnnngh!”

The constant rubbing and tickling and stroking and brushing of his cock. He should have cum a hundred times since he had been tied up, but there was nothing. Nothing at all. All he had was a constantly growing pleasure, a desperation that refused to be satisfied, or even close to met. His eyes were rolling back, hazy in pleasure.

The only companions he had were the mice, and all they talked about was their experiment, what they would do to him next, how they would tweak him and train him. Rarely did they come to talk to him directly, and when they did, it was always a tease, always a way to rile him up further for the next step.

Still shaking, panting, gasping for air, he felt the footprints of someone else coming up. Caroo looked down, seeing the gray-furred mouse walking up his chest, her bare feet tapping against his flesh through his fur. He felt her gripping him, curling her toes with every step, and he blushed as she came to a stop just beneath his chin.

“You’re getting very...bouncy.”

“So-oooooo-rry!”

He bit his lips, holding back giggles that turned to moans that turned to groans that turned to moans again. It was so hard to tell what was happening, what was going to be next, that it was better to just go with it. Even if it didn’t match when the sound first came out, the sensations changed so often that it would soon enough.

Panting for breath, he could only stare as the mouse gestured off to the side. He looked where she was pointing, and then stared at the hypno-helmet that some of the other rodents were carrying over.

“What...is that…”

“Something that will keep you nice and quiet…”

#

Minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to…something else. Caroo wasn’t sure if it was as long as weeks, or even as long as days, but it was a lengthy time that he spent in bondage, in the hypnotic helmet, being conditioned by innumerable sensations and whispering words and flashing lights.

Every night, he would be let free, laid down in bed with a little machine buzzing away down below. It was little more than a tease to his cock and balls, something to keep him horny but not enough to keep him from sleeping.

Every day, he would be brought back to the table, and every day, he was a little more willing to go back, a little more willing to be tied down and experimented on. The roo wondered, sometimes, if that was normal, but his questions disappeared shortly after they started teasing him again.

It didn’t take long for him to start enjoying it. By the end of the third day, he might have been blushing, but he was grinning beneath it as he was tied to the table. By the end of the seventh, he was eagerly showing himself off as they tied him down.

By the end of the first week, the mice were sleeping on him as if he were their communal bed. Seeing so many mice in lab coats, snuggled up with each other as well as him, was as heartwarming as could be. He would lie back, his arms gently held at his side to catch any of them that rolled off, then close his eyes as their warm bodies rested against his chest.

They were his mistresses, and he was happy to serve.














The End
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