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As he groans and looks around and sees the familiar face of the leather clad binturong, caressing his forehead with one black rubber gloved hand while inflating the plug in his ass with the other. His leather lab coat was open enough to reveal the fluffy grey fur on his chest.

"Shhhh! Don't worry, my large bear. I have been paid good money to make you into merely a good little toy for your new master. I wont completely break your mind. Now, how about we give this nice big cock of yours a long ride?"

Reginald reached behind the bed and flicked a switch, turning the milker on full. Morgan moaned loudly and blushed under the oxygen mask.

Reginald grinned. "Moan as loud as you want to. No one will hear you behind these padded walls." He then gave the plug bulb a couple more squeezes.

Morgan's eyes went wide as he squealed from his treatments. Questions raced through his mind. Who paid for this? Why? How long was this going to last? And why was he starting to enjoy the sensations?

Artwork by the wonderful Nanori-chan over on FurAffinity (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/nanori-chan)

Both Morgan and Reginald belong to me.