Futa Farm Frat Initiation

All characters are 18 or older. WARNING: Contains extremely rough sex, bondage, bdsm, futanari, futadom, muscle, non-consent, cbt, violence, slurs, cruelty, unhappy ending. Not for the faint of heart!

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All was silent and still as the night held in its breath, the thick glossy darkness spread out infinitely over the town, smothering the landscape beneath its weight. No stars were able to permeate the heavy shroud, leaving a perfect black canvas in all directions blending the earth and the sky together into a single inky dimension. Though there were no power outages in the town that Lucas knew of it seemed that even the electric stars of man had shied away from shining that evening, and as he looked back over the direction he had come only the empty night stared back at him despite his knowledge that the bustling college town of Seaside lay only a twenty minute drive away. It seems that only the mischievous moon was brave or foolish enough to show its face that night, shining dimly behind a layer of thin gossamer clouds as though attempting to peek out surreptitiously at the evenings activities.

Lucas was instilled with a curious mixture of relief and anxiety by the presence of the moon overhead. It was the only source of light he was afforded besides the comparatively feeble beam of the pocket sized flashlight he carried with him, and it was only owing to its soft diffused glow that he was able to make out the menacing steel and glass behemoth of a building before him. From between the patchwork of a chain link fence he gazed across the vast concrete parking lot to the towering structure he was tasked with infiltrating, its sleek modern facade barren save for the bold red letters near the top announcing it as "FUTA PHARM INC". At the same time, his mission was one of subterfuge and a deep part of him couldn't shake the feeling that he would be better off using the darkness to his advantage. Staring down unblinkingly, the moon almost took the form of a great omniscient eye keeping track of him.

These thoughts and other worries sat heavily on the college freshman's brow, accompanied by myriad thick sweat drops despite the night's persistent chill. Beside him two of his potential future brothers of the Delta Phi fraternity stood in much more jovial spirits, they were there acting only as guides and witnesses, taking no small amusement from the younger man's nervousness.

Lucas was not typically what one thought of as fraternity material, especially for a fraternity with such a storied reputation as Delta Phi. Much more svelte and boyish than the typically rugged and manly frat brother tended to be, Lucas was as surprised as anyone when he was accepted as a pledge to the prestigious brotherhood, though much less so when he had been informed several days ago that several senior brothers had begun doubting his worthiness to fully join. After much pleading and many hours of manual labor to prove his commitment he had been given this final chance to win admittance, a single daring mission to win his place in the fraternity.

"It's not that far into the building, so it shouldn't take too long to get there and back." Mike whispered calmly to him as he pointed the dim yellow light of his flashlight at a crudely drawn map unfurled against the ground. "The code will get you in through that door, then you just have to sneak down this hallway and go left and you'll be at the milking floor."

Lucas's heart skipped wildly as he heard that term again. Having moved to Seaside from a much smaller town deep in the country Lucas had never had any real interactions with any futa's till coming to the city and they still scared him on a primal level he couldn't fully explain. Immediately noticeable from almost any distance due to their famously large stature a "short" futa might stand at just under six feet, the typical specimen was at least seven and nearly as wide to match. To a boy who had been bullied all his life for his scrawniness it seemed immeasurably cruel that futa seemed to build muscle mass without any effort at all, whenever he spied one passing in the halls of the school he couldn't help but marvel at their powerful figures. Dense bulging muscles and thick corded ligaments gliding smoothing beneath their perfect skin made even their most mundane and casual movements seem as graceful as dancing. What's worse were the watermelon sized breasts and sculpted asses that all futa invariably somehow possesed, further insulting his manliness by associating such strength and perfection to such undeniably feminine creatures. Of course the cruelest jape of all was the one arena of masculinity in which even the scrawniest of futa hopelessly dwarfed not just Lucas, but indeed all men. In his time at the college he had done his best to avoid any prolonged contact with them, unable to withstand the emasculation that just being in proximity to a futa subjected him to. Perhaps it was this very complex that inspired the frat brothers to concoct this particular humiliation for him to endure.

"Relax small fry, this'll be fun trust me." His soon to be brother Gary assured him with a none too gentle pat on the back. "Those dick sucking machines are supposed to be top of the line, you should be excited more than anything!"

"Probably worried his dick's too small to fit 'em, they're built for futa after all." Mike jeered with an impudent grin stretched to the breaking point over his wide jaw.

"Don't listen to him dude, they're one size fits all! Just get a quick vid of yourself using one and you're golden, I promise!"

The two older men looked at the pledge expectantly, obviously waiting upon him to take initiative. Being a brother of Delta Phi meant being a man and being a man meant being strong. Lucas had never felt strong before but on this night he resolved to finally prove himself worthy of something. Feeling the seriousness of his task upon his shoulders, he breathed deep of the moonlight and forged a confident smile for himself to wear.

"Yeah, no sweat. I'll be back in a sec guys don't worry!" he bluffed.

"Atta' boy, that's the spirit!"

Gary swatted his back again even more enthusiastically, inadvertently pushing him forward a step. Luckily he was able to transition almost seamlessly into a bouncy trot off towards the fence to make his initial jerky movement seem somewhat intentional. Gripping the chain links tightly between his slender fingers he glanced back one last time at his soon to be brothers, receiving an encouraging thumbs up from Gary and a knowing smirk from Mike. Lucas wasn't a particularly strong boy but luckily he also weighed very little so he was able to pull himself up the fence without too much trouble, pausing as he swung one leg over the top to survey the grounds for any guards before dropping himself onto the other side in an almost graceful maneuver.

Mike and Gary stood for only a moment longer, watching the younger boy scuttle across the parking lot before breaking into a fit of barely contained cuckles. They acknowledged their shared unspoken joke in a swift exchange of glances as they began walking along the length of the fence.

"Another one bites the dust!" Mike said conspiratorially in a mocking cadence.

Beneath the watchful gaze of the moon Lucas crouched low and sped over the vast asphalt pasture, his youthful wiry legs moving in tandem with the wild beating of his heart. Even knowing that the building was nearly abandoned this time of night, a thick cloud of paranoia followed close behind him. Sticky smoke like tendrils of doubt clung to him, whispering strange noises to him and clouding his peripheral vision with mysterious shifting shapes. Doing his best to ignore the fog of uncertainty he quietly slinked up to an unassuming metal door around the back of the building. Nestling up to an industrial size dumpster he paused once more to make sure he hadn't been sighted. Hearing only wind and crickets he switched his focus onto the grimey keypad welded onto the door beneath its handle. The sounds of dry paper being pulled out and unfolded nearly made him jump even as he held the very source in his own hands. Eyes darting back and forth between the scribbles on the note and his fingers on the keypad, he actually found part of himself that the code would turn out to be wrong and give him an excuse to turn back, but unfortunately it was not to be.

A shrill beep later he was in the building and bathed in harsh phosphorescent lighting. Recalling the map he had seen just moments ago Lucas crept down the hall, keeping his eye out for the first left turn possible. The sparse hallways weren't too dissimilar from any other place of business he had been in, the only real decor being various notices and posters pinned onto the occasional cork board. From their facades a plethora of stock photo faces smiled back at him, most of them being futa he noticed, and some of them wearing less clothing than others. The sight of such muscular and well endowed futa filled him with unease, even in brief glances. He wouldn't say that he had a phobia of futa, although some who knew him might, they simply made him uncomfortable, and now he found himself skulking through enemy territory.

Futa Pharm incorporated was the industrial pillar the entire town was built around, founded less than a decade ago it had quickly expanded to a giant multinational corporation focused on developing specialized uses for futa cum. It had long been known that futa cum held special properties far beyond that of male semen, but Futa Pharm had been the first company to attempt to commercialize it. Developing every kind of product imaginable from painkillers to toothpaste the company seemed to be out to prove that there wasn't anything that couldn't be improved by adding futa cum to it, and so far they seemed to be right. Of course, all those products needed to be developed through rigorous testing and experimentation which necessitated unimaginable amounts of the sticky white stuff, even with the legendary ejacualtion capabilities of the average futa that much cum wasn't easy to come by. Futa Pharm had therefore created the industry of futa milking, in which they paid top dollar for futa's to come in and spend hours hooked up to industrial strength milking machines to coax as much valuable fluid from them as possible. It was an occupation that despite being the constant butt of jokes, undoubtedly inflamed a deep aching envy in mankind everywhere.

Lucas himself couldn't help but feel a spark of that envy as he looked out upon the rows of machines standing chest high to himself. Little more than hefty metallic cylinders riveted perpendicular atop short steel support beams, the milking stations presented a confusing mix of cold industrialism and blatant sexuality. Although chiefly clinical and utilitarian in their function, an unmistakable eroticiness seemed to gleam off of the polished metal perhaps owing to the obviously carnal purpose of their design. Recessed slightly in the front end of each cylinder was a conspicuously glistening pink orifice formed of what appeared to be some kind of synthetic flesh like rubber or silicone. Apparently not modeled off actual vagainas the openings were perfectly round in shape and seemed large enough to accommodate Luca's entire arm. For far too long he stood transfixed by the diameter of the faux pussies and the unfathomable girth that they implied, frantically justifying to himself that surely no human could possibly have a dick large enough to fill those gaping caverns. Shifting his gaze further down the hefty machines, past two large metal loops sticking out the top that he could only guess here meant as handles of some sort, he noticed a thick transparent plastic tube feeding out of the opposite end of the cylinder. The tube sagged down to the floor for a bit before gracefully curving straight up where it disappeared into the tall ceiling.

Despite his best efforts he couldn't help himself from imagining the room during the daytime, with scores of beautiful full figured futas occupying every station. His perverted thoughts constricted his lungs and supercharged his frenzied heart as he found himself wondering whether they used machines wearing clothes or not. Although the image was almost too much for him to bear he found himself hoping that they used them fully nude, their entire musculature on display as they slammed their inhuman cocks into the synthetic pussies. Lucas had never seen a futa having sex before but he couldn't imagine such powerful and virile creatures being gentle in any way. His imagination broke fully free of his control and began flashing unbidden images before him of towering sex goddesses ruthlessly throwing their hips against the machines with enough force to rattle the entire steel apparatus, glistening deluges of sweat running between their heaving breasts and down their broad powerful backs to drip over their flexing glutes as they filled the building with their roars of ecstasy.

Burning embarrassment spread over his skin as he suddenly looked down and realised that his daydreaming had caused him to become fully erect, the feelings of emasculation and weakness conjured by his vision somehow translating into a primal sensation of intimidated excitement that engorged his penis without his knowledge. The unwanted erection did have the benefit of reminding him of his mission, he had previously been worried that he might be too nervous to get it up when the time came so he reasoned that he had better make the best use of this boner while he still had it. Cautiously approaching the nearest unit Lucas quickly spotted what appeared to be some sort of control panel attached to the side of the support pillar beneath the main machine. Nervous fluttering seemed to rattle every bone in his body as he knelt down to examine the panel, noting the presence of a few dim lights as a good sign that the device thankfully appeared to have power. Eager to get his dick sucked and have this ordeal over with he quickly studied the controls. Fortunately the machines seemed to have a fair amount of customization options allowing him to lower the cylinder a bit and angle it downwards to make sure he could penetrate it without needing to find some kind of step stool, he flipped a switch labeled "self lubrication" and set the dial for suction to its minimum.

After taking a moment to fight through the stiffening hesitation holding back his hand he was finally able press the large lit up button he had correctly deduced to be the on switch. An unnerving loud electric snarl nearly pushed him to the floor as the machine came alive, the synthetic fleshy opening flexed in an unnervingly life-like manner as its walls seemed to inflate to form a tight pink sphincter. As the rubbery orifice slowly winked closed a windy pneumatic sucking noise rumbled forth, eagerly gulping up the warm stuffy air of the warehouse in a needy whine that steadily grew more high pitched as the slick opening narrowed until it devolved into a breathy whistle.

While Lucas took one last survey of his surroundings to make sure no one had been alerted by the machine's activation his panicked heart pounded against his ribs like a prisoner desperate to break through the bars of his cell. He knew that surely someone somewhere would soon notice a piece of industrial equipment turning on in the middle of the night and that he had precious little time to accomplish his task and make his escape. He quickly fumbled open the front of his pants to release his dick, still inexplicably hardened by the embarrassment of the moment. An unbearable fire permeated his entire body as he brought his dripping cock head to the tight whistling sphincter, still needing to lift himself on his toes slightly to comfortably reach it even at the accommodating position he had set it too. Every cell in his body screamed at him to turn back now but Lucas knew that he would never be able to live with himself if he were to chicken out this close to the finish line. Swallowing all his doubt and common sense he gently placed the tip of his glance against the opening.

Instantly he knew he had made a mistake, even on its lowest setting the suction of these machines wasn't designed for little boys. The second his dick met the cold slimy flesh of the orifice his entire cock was violently pulled forward, practically lifting him off the ground by his member as it was greedily swallowed up. An involuntary shout combining surprise and pain was shaken from him as the cylinder vacuum sealed itself to his pelvis, stretching his penis out like a piece of pulled taffy. With all worries of being discovered now replaced by panicking about his dick being torn off Lucas continued to scream in terror as he pushed back against the milking machine. Focusing every available ounce of his strength he was able to slowly and painfully withdraw himself from the silicone sleeve, every inch of cockflesh freed requiring enormous amounts of continued effort. For a blissful moment he thought he might be able to escape as all but the engorged tip had been pulled out, but that false hope was quickly shattered as he realized within that exact instance that he had no more strength to give. Deep fiery aching burrowed into his bones, consuming the power in his muscles leaving them deflated and empty. The horrifying realization of his impending failure shook him, wobbling his feeble arms as he attempted to hold the insatiable machine at bay. Finally his body snapped and he rocketed forward into the unfeeling iron embrace of his mechanical captor.

Unbelievably his situation degraded even further as the force of the impact swung forward his small ball sack into the clutches of the sucking machine as well. Now both dick and balls were stretched forward unbearably beneath the ministrations of what would seem to a mighty futa cock a gentle warmup, but to Lucas's delicate genitals was a potential castration device. Wetness gathered in the corners of his eyes as the powerful artificial vagina mashed his privates together with ruthless mechanical efficiency. Painful emergency signals screamed out from his groin and deep into his stomach as his cock and balls became constricted between the ever tightening walls of simulated flesh, the pulsating dick sleeve threatening to pulp them into mush and slurp them up through the its attached tube. As the icy pain slithered up his torso Lucas bent over as much as physically possible in a vain attempt to get to the control panel at the base of the device, perhaps a larger long limbed futa would have been able to easily reach every button and dial but for a thin delicate boy such as himself the power switch lay cruelly just beyond his finger tips.

Full sized tears broke out from his reddened eyes as he became resigned to his predicament, emitting warbling sobs of anguish as his struggling slowly grew more weak and half-hearted. From deep within the mire of panic he had sunk into he had failed to notice the presence of the hulking shadowy figure striding up steadily behind him, his pathetic wails continued to cover the thudding footfalls of her heavy leather jackboots. The revelation that he was no longer alone only came upon him as her husky rumbling voice slapped against the backside of his head, finally silencing him as a consuming void of ice and terror sucked all feeling and color from his flailing body.

"You college boys never learn... God bless ya."

Lucas swiveled his shoulders to look back at the source of the voice and found himself staring down his greatest fears realized. Standing only an arms reach away an unmistakably futa security guard leered back at him, her perfectly muscled form stuffed tightly into a dark blue uniform that strained under the effort of holding in her statuesque shape. What was undoubtedly meant to be a modest button up work shirt ballooned suggestively out in front under the colossal weight of her breasts, rolling hills of titflesh peeking out from the neckline as her large dark nipples further tented the thin fabric in an attempt to force the erect nubs out into the open air. Along her arms, currently positioned sassily on her hips, the sleeves were stretched near to bursting across the broad curving slopes of her biceps, even her forearms proved sufficiently sculpted enough to bulge out beneath the fabric. As much as her shirt may have been suffering however, it was nothing compared to the torture endured by the futa's work jeans as they struggled with the titanic task of holding in place the twin globes of her ass. Stretch marks and stress rips lined the trousers all the way from iron curves of her calves up past her mountainous thighs and especially around the horrifically large tell-tale bulge in her crotch. The entire uniform flexed dangerously with her every movement, as though the guard could at any moment disrobe entirely by simply flexing and shredding her clothes into a cloud of confetti.