“Don’t you think this’ a little too big for it?” the black-and-white husky asked as he took the largest electroejaculation probe from it’s hook on the barn wall as instructed. It was easily over a foot and a half long and four inches across, weighing in at almost eight pounds. It was meant for large-framed animals such as equines and bovines, but even then it was a tough stretch. Using it on a canine just felt like unnecessary torture, even by the husky’s standards, given that there were smaller and just as effective probes available.

“Being concerned over a product isn’t like you,” the equine staff member replied, “I thought you’d enjoy breaking in a new addition.”

The husky’s tail wagged at the prospect. He loved it when the staff let him satisfy his sadistic urges. His lack of ethical boundaries and gluttony for brutal treatment meant he was a perfect fit for the role. Many others had quit or refused to perform the routine after realizing how much discomfort it caused the products, but the husky reveled in their screams.

Of course letting a product run free through the facility called for safety nets, and so the husky was outfitted with an industrial strength shock collar, locked around his neck. If by some turn of events the husky suddenly decided to bolt, he would immediately be met with enough current to incapacitate a rhino.

But all of his victims knew it wasn’t ever used for their sake. Not once had it ever been activated when he had stepped over the line and pushed a product too far. The collar would provide no solace or safety for them from the husky’s brutal nature.

The equine supervisor here today was the husky’s favorite. He always encouraged the canine’s savagery, sometimes even partaking in the abuse. Today was a little different, as the product had been outfitted with an unusually large ring gag instead of the standard leather-and-metal muzzle, and the husky could easily guess as to what the horse had in mind.

Continuing the prep work the husky squeezed out a thick line of veterinary lube along the entire length of the probe. He absentmindedly began spreading it over the metal surface and along the electrodes, watching as the stallion unzipped his work jeans and fished out his length. Fear flashed across the product’s face and it began to struggle against the ropes, but there was no give in them. The husky had seen to that personally.

Yells of protest filled the barn as the equine lined himself up. Arousal coursed through the husky’s veins as he watched the male’s fear morph into desperation. He loved this part--the realization that they’re unable to stop what’s about to happen. The wolf’s cries and yells were muffled as the equine slipped his tip through the wide metal ring gag before being stifled completely as he forcibly threaded himself down the wolf’s throat, ignoring the product’s choking gasps for air.

The husky watched as the stallion hammered away, the bulge in the wolf’s throat rutting back and forth as those hips sped up. Equines aren’t known for their stamina, and although the husky knew it would be over soon, those sloppy gags from the wolf were quickly causing his sheath to stir. He watched as the flare began to take shape more than halfway down its neck, the only sounds were those of lubricated flesh and heavily muffled gagging, everything else silenced by the depth and thickness.

As quickly as it began the equine smashed his hips against the product’s nose, both sets of eyes scrunched tightly shut, one in pleasure and the other in pain. The equine’s body tensed rhythmically, dumping his load nearly straight into the wolf’s stomach. After a few good, heavy pulses, the stallion sighed out in satisfaction before pulling his softening length from the product’s gullet, sheening and drenched in saliva and horse cum.

The wolf was already a mess. It coughed and sputtered, trying to clear its airway and suck down gulps of air as the stallion finally withdrew. The front of its muzzle was soaked in cum, pattering to the floor in droplets as the stallion grabbed his clipboard and pen.

“It’s all yours. Just shove the probe in until it won’t go any deeper, it’ll be fine,” the stallion instructed, writing down some preliminary information on a sheet of paper, such as the time, date and ear tag number of the product.

The husky stepped behind the wolf, grabbing its vet-wrapped tail in one hand while the other held the handle of the lubricated probe. He watched the wolf pin its ears back against its head, the male’s entire frame shaking with fear beneath his paws. It drove the husky wild.

“Don’t be afraid to scream, new guy. I like it,” the husky cooed from behind the wolf’s raised tail before pressing the cold and slick tapered front end of the probe against the product’s entrance.

“Oh, and one more thing,” interrupted the stallion supervisor, the husky looking up at him with slight annoyance over the wolf’s back as he sat ready to violate its body. “We’re wringing this one dry today, we need to know its upper bounds of production. So just crank the output to max right from the start, there’s no need to go slow,” he finished with a sadistic inflection, a toothy smile aimed towards the husky.

The canine’s annoyance immediately gave way to sinister joy. “We’re really gonna work him over, huh… Well, you don’t need to tell me twice!” the husky retorted, the wolf under his paws starting to pull frantically at its restraints, grunts and whines of effort escaping its pried-open muzzle.

Without a second of hesitation the husky began to push. The wolf thrashed and screamed in its bonds, clenching down in a desperate attempt to keep the probe out. There was a glint of teeth as the husky smiled, his own tip beginning to peek from his sheath as the product resisted him.

“It’s a tight one…!” the husky grunted out as he pushed against the wolf’s resistance.

“Just keep going, it won’t be able to keep that up for long,” the stallion responded, without even looking up from his clipboard.

The husky put more force into the probe, continuing to stretch the wolf’s unwilling body as it howled in pain. The lube made any kind of resistance useless, allowing the metal to pry into the restrained male. The bolts securing the bench to the concrete foundation rattled with the product’s struggles, but its desperation only fueled the husky’s instinct for torture.

Finally with a pained gasp from its opened muzzle the tapered tip of the probe gave way to the smooth length that made up the rest of its body, the husky having managed to wedge all four inches of its girth into the wolf.

There was no stopping it now as the inches began to pile in. Cold metal slid through the wolf’s hot flesh and buried itself deeper and deeper into its bowels. Halfway through and a small bulge began to form in its lower belly that grew with every new inch that was forced inside.

The product’s struggles continued as the probe violated it, but there was nothing it could do. Pain shot through its body that ended in a wincing yelp, the rounded tip of the probe coming to a hard stop about three inches from the end, the wolf’s lower belly rounded out in the defined shape of the industrial collection device that rested within it.

The male was impaled on the probe, in every sense of the word. It reached from its entrance under the tail, through the pelvis, and was now pressing heavily against the bend into its transverse colon. All of its pelvic muscles, including its prostate, were wedged tightly against the underside of the probe, in snug contact with the triple line of electrodes that ran from the device’s tip all the way to its base.

Despite the unwilling situation, the wolf’s body reacted to the pressure on its prostate, knotted length jutting hard as a rock from between its widely spread hind legs. Below it sat a bowl for the collection process, the inevitability of the situation fully sinking in.

“That’s as far as it’ll go, I can’t get the little thing to take any more,” the husky conceded. He supposed fifteen inches was good enough, even if the probe wasn’t enveloped completely. “Ready, new guy? This isn’t gonna be fun for you, but I’ll sure as hell enjoy it…” the husky chuckled icily, the wolf hyperventilating in fear as adrenaline surged through it.

With a quick flick the husky set the two output regulators on the electrical source from zero to ten. In an instant the wolf was screaming in pain, eyes clenched shut tight and legs involuntarily pulling the ropes around its ankles tight as every muscle below its chest and above its knees was clenched as hard as physically possible from the onslaught of electrical current.

Because of the enormous length and girth, the probe was never seated properly within the wolf. As its body was forcibly constricted around the metal length it began to slide back out, like a bar of soap in a wet paw.

“Whoa, there! Tight indeed…” the husky quipped, quickly pulling his paw back from the output regulators and pressing it against the handle of the probe before leaning a good portion of his body weight into it. The product’s howls cracked as the electricity speared deeper into it, the probe still on max output and sliding back in as far as it would go.

All of its pelvic muscles screamed in forced protest, quivering rapidly from the strain as an abnormally huge jet of cum was ejected from its body, splattering loudly into the bowl below it. As the product’s eyes began to roll back into its head the current lessened, allowing its muscles to relax slightly, and for it to come back from the precipice of unconsciousness.

It’s panting was ragged and fast, but the respite was only to ‘reload’ the product’s internal plumbing. Within a second the husky returned the flow of electricity to the wolf’s internal muscles, and another heavy rope of cum was forced out of it, accompanied by another scream. There was no pleasure from it--this was industrial. It was being used for its bodily fluids. The wolf was being collected.

Again the current subsided, the wolf’s body limp in its rope bindings and already exhausted. But the probe could continue to forcibly contract its muscles even if they were numb and unresponsive. There was no escape, not even in total exhaustion.

“Until he’s dry, remember?” the stallion said above the gasping product.

“My pleasure…” the canine chided as he ramped the current up again, the screams of the wolf finally cracking. The first leak of pre dripped down the husky’s sheath, and he smiled as his efforts began to be rewarded.