Commission - Stealing Back the Lead
#1 of Commissions
Commission for: Charn
Warning: Contains adorably casual castration!
Stealing Back the Lead
Apollo stood rigid in his uniform, arms crossed, an unmoving red fox made of nothing but professionalism and vigilance. At least, that's how he appeared on the outside, to those making their way through the slow line at the airport security terminal. A dark-spectacled security man, there to keep everyone safe by making them late to their flight. In reality, the fox-maned wolf hybrid was bored out of his mind, scoping out the bulges in every pair of pants that strolled slowly by.
"Hey, dude, you see my haul from last Friday?"
Apollo spared a glance in the lion's direction before looking back at the line of bored-looking passengers traipsing through the metal detector. Janus was a bulky thing, barely able to fit into his uniform. His cuffs, as usual, were pulled up by his bulk, revealing his wrists and ankles, and his mane was kept fluffed and fanned out as large as he could get it. Showoff.
"Dude, did you?"
"Showoff," Apollo muttered, voicing his inner thought as a response, unable to think of anything wittier. "I did, and keep it down." He glanced back at the tiger again, now unable to keep his thoughts off of the attractive, bulging cat. Behind his sunglasses, he lets his eyes wander, over that muscular chest, those bulging abs, that... strangely smaller bump between the feline's legs. His eyes widen. "Did you put your own in that haul?"
The lion responded with a quick nod and a wide grin.
"Cheater."
"Hey, no rules against it. Thanks to that little addition, I won last week's weigh-in by three pounds and beat your old record. Lucky for me you called in sick."
Apollo hunched forward and crossed his arms a little tighter over his chest, pulling his shoulders in at the same time. "I wanted those."
"Shoulda claimed them before, then, bro." Janus just shrugged and leaned back, keeping his arms crossed, but much more loosely and casually than the maned wolf. "Not my problem you didn't pounce before."
Apollo wasn't listening anymore. He was ticked off, surely, and was now in full-on hunt mode, trying to take his mind off of his two losses. The weekly intradepartmental testicle confiscation competition, and his chance at nabbing Janus' massive nuts. His eyes locked onto a rather large bulge, visible just below and his lips moved before he could even think about it. "That one's mine."
The lion just shrugged and grinned, gazing at the same bulge the Apollo's gaze had locked onto.
Hercules was a bouncer, and had the build and attitude to prove it. The panther was lean and bulky, only appearing more so while on the job, with his uniform hugged his rippling muscles, accenting every bulge in his body, especially the massive one between his thighs. The combined meat between his legs was so massive, his uniform actually had to be specially designed to allow him to move quickly without injuring his weighty balls. Now, though, he was dressed casual, wearing a plain white tee shirt and loose black denim jeans.
"Hon, this is taking forever!" Herc's spouse tugged a little at his right paw from behind him. She was a panther, like him, though whereas he had incredible bulk, Deianira had unbelievable curves. When Herc had first seen her jogging on the sidewalk past the line in front of the club, wearing her black tube top and shorts, it was love at first sight. Of course, it didn't hurt that her jogging outfit was skimpy, form-fitting, and matched the color of her fur. His pants suddenly went painfully tight as he recalled that day.
Herc took two small steps forward as the gap in the line before him widened, tugging his rolling trunk along with him with left arm, while clasping his girlfriend's paw with his right. He pivoted his arm behind him as he proceeded toward the front of the line and kept his eyes forward as she followed suit, closing the distance a bit and letting his arm return to a more relaxed position. "We're almost at the front, sweetie. We'll still make it just fine." He flattened his ears a little as Dee huffed behind him.
"We should have left twenty minutes earlier. God, we're going to miss our flight, and it's all your fault!" She stamped her foot to punctuate that last word.
Herc flattened his ears fully now. "I know. I'm sorry. We'll just have to be sure to get straight to the terminal without getting sidetracked by anything." In truth, he hadn't been the only one to hold things up, but it had taken him a little over ten minutes to carefully work his massive nuts into a pair of jeans that were just too tight to hold him, even aided as he was by one of the new pairs of underwear his spouse had given him as a wedding gift, some new kind of underpants specially designed to hug and support well-endowed males. He had to admit, they were pretty comfy. He felt a claw poke his back, pulling him out of his reverie, and he stepped to the front of the line.
Apollo casually strode forward a few steps to stand next to the metal detector as the panther set his bag and phone down on the conveyor belt. From this angle, he could fully admire the panther's delicious-looking bulge, picking out the curves of the feline's tapered shaft tucked along the left leg of his black jeans, over the top of a sack that must have been at least the size of a grapefruit, four pounds, maybe five. The fox had to suck on his tongue and swallow to clear his mouth, just so that he could speak without drooling all over his uniform. He waited until the panther stepped through the metal detector, and sighed internally as the device went off. That made things a lot easier. "Excuse me, sir. I'm going to need you to come with me."
The panther's fur bristled as he turned to see if the TSA agent was talking to him. Apollo crossed his arms as their gazes met through his sunglasses. "I'm sorry, can't you just wave your wand? I'm already going to be late to my flight."
Apollo appreciated the panther's polite attitude, in spite of the clenched fists he held at his side. "Sir, I can assure you this will only take a few minutes, and then you can be on your way to your flight. What's your flight number?" He asked this follow up question only to cut off any additional complaining, and it worked well most of the time.
"Shit, it's..." The panther glanced back at his spouse, who was standing nearby with her paws on her hips. To his surprise, she was smiling, not even seeming phased by this development.
"Our flight number is FA 107." She wasn't even looking at her ticket.
"Delayed." The agent sitting behind the conveyor delivered the single-word response in the sort of deadpan manner that can only be achieved by repeating a word so many times that it loses all meaning and just turns into sounds.
"Yes." Apollo nods, recalling that the flight indeed had been delayed. "You two flying together?"
"Yes," Dee answered, before Hercules could.
"Newlyweds," Herc added.
Apollo nodded. "Don't worry. You definitely won't miss it. Now, come with me, please."
The panther glanced back at his spouse while wearing a look of uncertainty. She smiled at him, and the two exchanged a wordless conversation in an instant, one that the fox had seen every time he'd had to pull apart a loving couple.
A ducked head. Sorry.
A nod. Forgiven.
A sheepish smile. Love you.
A warmer smile. You too.
Apollo gave the other panther a peck on the cheek, then turned to face the maned wolf. "Alright, let's get this over with."
Once inside the inspection room, Apollo ordered the traveller to set down his bag, and to assume a position next to the wall. Hercules did as he was ordered without objection, by action or by words.
"What's your name?" Apollo asked the feline, in his professional voice.
"Hercules, or Herc." The lion fidgeted, awkwardly staring at the wall behind the TSA agent, but not directly at him.
"Nice to meet you, Hercules, I'm Apollo." Apollo pulled out a metal box and dropped it next to a bench near the middle of the room. "Aright, go ahead and drop them."
Now the panther objected. "Is this really necessary?"
"You know what the answer is already," Apollo said, putting some annoyance into his voice. He squared himself behind the tiger and squatted down, waiting for a moment. "I'm going to need you to drop your trousers for me, Hercules."
Hercules hesitated, took a breath, and let it out slowly. "Just 'Herc' is fine, thanks." He moved his paws down from the wall to his pants, unfastened his buckle, ran his thumb around the circumference of the rim of his jeans, and slipped them down around his ankles, revealing the Snackers brand underpants he'd received from his newlywed wife.
Apollo's nose twitched as he focused on those underpants. These were special designer underpants that he recognized well. Anyone wearing them were usually advertising themselves to predators, showing that they were willing to give up their goods. There were also kinds that had metal fibers woven into them designed to get the wearer into tough spots like this one. Apollo had to wonder. "Nice undies. You get these yourself?"
"Nah," Herc replied, shifting a little uncomfortably, "my girl got me these as a wedding present. They're pretty comfy, I gotta say."
The maned wolf grinned from ear to ear, understanding now that the panther's mate was sabotaging him. "Where you headed?"
"Vegas. Honeymoon. Gonna try and start a family."
I'll bet, Apollo thought. "Well, I promise I am the epitome of professionalism. Go ahead and pull them down." The panther did so, letting them fall down around his ankles. Apollo's nose was hit with a wave of clean deodorant scent as the undies slipped down, revealing the panther's massive testicles. The sack looked even bigger than it did when it was pulled taut in the specially designed garment. Apollo grinned and quietly ran his tongue over his teeth as he gazed at those dark, slowly churning orbs, watching them rise and fall behind their silken curtain. He could swear he could almost hear them rubbing against each other behind their sack. The panther even appeared to keep his dense fur trimmed short on this delightful, tight sack. Someone's proud of their nuts.
"Wow, man," Apollo said, trying to keep his voice professional, "are these things real, or implants?"
The panther shifted his weight uneasily. "Oh, they're most definitely real." Apollo heard a snort of air hit the wall in front of the panther's face. "You wouldn't believe the kind of trouble they cause, though."
Apollo grinned as he gazed at the churning orbs, and he caught his tail wagging. "Oh, I can imagine. They look relieved to be free. Can't believe they fit into those pants in the first place."
Another snort, another uncomfortable shift. "The undies help a lot, but yeah, packing them in takes a lot of effort. That's why my girl was mad at me earlier, 'cause I could have made us late."
The maned wolf had to quietly wipe drool from the corner of his mouth at this point. You're not gonna have that problem for much longer, big guy. "Well, sorry to make you drop 'em again. We'll get this done quick." Apollo picked up one glove and stretched it over his left paw, letting it go with a loud snap, making the panther jump a little. "Alright sir, I'm able to offer you a numbing cream so you don't need to feel what I'm doing down here." He held up a generic green bottle with his ungloved paw and shook it, making it swish around audibly.
The panther visibly relaxed at the offer. "Oh, God, yes, thank you. Please."
"That's what they always say. Well, almost always." Apollo squirted some of the special numbing lube onto his glove and massaged it into the panther's pucker. In truth, it was a concentrated solution, the kind that affects a large area around it, and it would take effect immediately, and would numb the lion's butt and balls in mere moments just from this small application. Just for fun, Apollo used his ungloved paw to pinch and knead at the panther's buttcheek while his gloved paw started fingerfucking the panther with three fingers. "This takes about four minutes to start working," he lied. "I just put it on. Sometimes you don't feel it even right away, but we're gonna give it about five minutes. In the meantime, hold still for me just like that."
The panther just nodded, and just "hmm-"ed back.
"Great." The fox reached into his pocket and slipped out a scalpel with his right paw as his left reached between the panther's legs and gently hefted those massive nuts. His eyes widened as he felt the soft, pliable skin give way under his caressing fingers. Even through the glove, he could tell how soft the sack was.
"Well, you were right," Herc said, pulling Apollo out of his thoughts. "I really don't feel anything down there, so either it's not on, or it's working great."
"It's on there, definitely. Pretty powerful stuff." Then, he tried to lift the churning orbs. They didn't even budge at first. Lord are these dense, and the bag is like silk. He bent his arm at the elbow and pushed upwards, trying to judge their mass. These have to be at least five and a half pounds! He curled his fingers into the meat and gave the sack a crushing squeeze. The nuts don't give into the squeeze at all, staying round and plump. Christ, they're like apples. Apollo licks drool off the corner of his mouth as he juggled them gently between his fingers. Five pounds. A decent start to the week. His gloved paw drifted upwards and pinched the root of the scrotum, and his other paw slipped the blade through the taut flesh above his fingers, neatly severing the massive bag, and causing the weight of them to transfer to his gloved paw. The soft skin opened like a flower and revealed the two severed, warm orbs, shining like wet marble in the light.
The panther gasped. "Woah, that's weird, I feel lighter."
"Yup," the fox replied, speaking over the panther at the end of his sentence to cut him off. Time for him to have a little fun with this kitty. "That's the cream starting to take effect. Hold completely still for me please, keep your eyes on the wall. I don't want this to be weird." He reverently placed the heavy nuts into the box with the numbing solution and closed the lid. "Just let me get this cream out of the way. Alright then." He reached back inside the panther's colon with his gloved paw and found the feline's prostate, then he massaged it firmly, digging his fingertips harshly into the gland. "Take a deep breath for me, I'm going to reach in now. Let me know if you feel any discomfort." He curled his paw into a fist and dug his knuckles firmly into the panther's gland, causing it to bruise.
"Well, the cream must be working, because I don't feel anything. I assume it's normal to get an erection during this, right?"
"Yeah, it happens all the time. The pressure just kinda makes it happen. Just got a knuckle in. Hold still and this'll be over in a few seconds." Apollo gave the tortured gland a few light strokes before digging in one last time, bruising the poor thing further, before pulling his gloved paw back out and giving the ring one last light rub. "Done back here. Just gotta get your front side next."
The panther's fur fluffed up at those words. "Wait, seriously? I told you i got a boner up here." The panther's tail started to curl down, but Apollo caught it with a paw.
"Ah-ah," he chided, "you do not want to start spreading this numbing cream around. Keep your tail raised, and turn around for me. Look away if it helps."
The panther turned slowly, huffing while staring up at the ceiling. Apollo stared at the pounding, seven-inch cock as he stripped off his salve-covered glove, then he reached out and touched the the side of the shaft. "Not as big as I thought you'd be, given how huge your nuts are. Not bad, though."
"D-do you have to make this weird, man?" The tiger huffs loudly through his nose as his fingers curl into his palms. He trembled a little. "I'm kinda sensitive, so just get it done."
"Seriously, it's pretty nice." Apollo let his left paw fingers glide down over the length of the panther's shaft and into his sheath, while his right paw gently grasped the sheath itself. "Well I think you're good to-"
"Ffffuck!"
The panther's cock pulsed, sending a rope of precum across Apollo's face, which landed in a long line running from his eyebrow, down over his eye, and then across his muzzle and down to his chin. He let go of the cock and watched it pulse, imagining that poor bruised prostate working to empty balls that no longer existed. He gazed up and his gaze met the panther's. They both blushed as the cock continued emptying itself.
"Sorry. I told you I'm sensitive." The panther broke his gaze with the TSA agent, and kept his paws balled into fists at his sides.
"Heh, no harm done," Apollo gave him a professional smile, keeping the one eye shut as he pulled the panther's pants up for him. He didn't want his prey to realize that anything was missing. He made a show of pulling them over balls that weren't there, then he let the panther fasten his belt on his own. "Good to go."
"Well, it wasn't all that bad, actually." The panther tightened his buckle as he looked at the wall behind the maned fox, refusing to make eye contact. "That numbing stuff is pretty amazing. Can't even feel my pants squeezing my nuts."
"It sure is. Grab your bag and let me escort you back to the boarding area."
The panther scoffed. "With your face covered in all of that?"
Apollo just rolled his eyes. "Please, I'm a professional. You're not the only overly-sensitive guy with a hair trigger, ready to blast his load at the slightest touch."
The panther reddened at that, and grabbed his bag.
Hercules silently followed Apollo through a different door from the one they entered, walking a little awkwardly due to his recent weight loss combined with the numbing cream. This door led to the boarding area, rather than back through the security checkpoint. The TSA agent led him all the way to the boarding terminal, where the flight was apparently delayed further.
"Welcome back, sweetie," Dee said by way of greeting, opening her arms and accepting her lover in a warm embrace. "Did everything go well?"
"Yeah, everything went fine." Herc pecked his girl on the lips and hugged her back, returning the embrace. "They actually have this numbing stuff, and I didn't feel a thing."
Apollo made eye contact with Dee with his one good eye as she looked over her newlywed's shoulder during their embrace. He stuck his tongue out as he trailed a finger over the glistening pre coating his face, grinned mischievously, and raised his paw, his index and middle fingers extended in what looked like a piece sign. Dee's quizzical look turned to a look of surprise, as he moved his fingers together in a snipping motion, and her grin turned into one so mischievous, it could rival his own. They both mouthed "thank you" at each other at the same time. Apollo turned and walked back toward the security door.
Once inside, he shrugged off his jacket and sat down on a bench next to the box he'd deposited that panther sack in, and he opened it back up. "Still warm. Come here, you beauties." Apollo reached in and lifted them up carefully by the top of the loose bag, still fuzzy, but slowly growing cooler. He took them to the sink and gently popped them both out of their sack onto a sterile metal tray. One of them spun for a while, slick juices causing it to slip a little bit in the metal tray. He pressed a button next to the tray, and a small digital display gave a readout: 2.6 Kilograms. Apollo grinned at the display. These nuts were more massive than any pair claimed in the last month. He was sure to win the week at this rate.
The water grew warm. He adjusted the temperature a little to the cooler side, and he put on two new gloves and began to rinse the numbing cream off, first with warm water, then with a little soap, then with water again. The skin was so soft and pliable between his fingers, he couldn't wait to win these as his weekly trophy, refusing to let Janus beat him out again.
Once the sack was nice and clean, he patted it dry gently with a towel, then held it up to the light. The short fur was even more pliable than when it was stretched tightly around the pair of nuts, which were still growing cooler on the scale by the sink. He turns the sack over and rested it on a little knob that was installed for just this sort of thing, and he scooped up one of the pink nuts in his paws. It was slick, but he was skilled with handling masculine orbs just like this one. It was denser than most, weighty and meaty, and it resisted his prodding as much as it had when he'd been massaging it before. "Like a big meaty apple," Apollo whispered aloud, remembering his previous thought. He let his fingertips play along the surface for a minute, then he popped it into his mouth on impulse. It was so large, he couldn't even close his jaw. He just sucked on it like a massive jawbreaker, drooling and moaning, until the urge to bite down was almost too strong to resist, and he spat it back out into his paws and rinsed it thoroughly in the sink before putting it back onto the weigh station.
A door opened and closed nearby and Apollo looked up, then involuntarily snarled. "Janus."
"Apollo." Janus's shit-eating grin was the perfect contrast to Apollo's own snarl. "Looks like you bagged a real winner today, huh? Well, it's still morning, so don't think you've won the day, let alone the week."
"Let's see you try to catch up to me now, butthead."
"Just you wait," Janus said, still grinning. "You gonna go the rest of the day painted in that dude's pre?"
Apollo rolled his eye and returned to the sink and put in the stopper. He let it fill with warm water as Janus approached the pair and whistled.
"Damn, almost 3 pounds each." The lion reached out and rolled one of the balls forward and back over the metal. "Shit, they're hard like eggs."
Apollo ignored him as he took a breath and dunked his face, scrubbing at his fur with both hands, getting the clear spunk out of his fur. It took a couple dunks, but he felt he'd done a pretty good job as he pulls his face out and reached for a towel to dry off with. It took more scrubbing with the cloth to get his face back to a more presentable state, and he played with opening his previously pre-covered eyelid. Seemed to work okay. He did the same to the pliable nutsack, which he pocketed, but when he reached out to pick up those heavy panther nuts, they were gone. His heart froze in his chest as he turned to face Janus, who was now leaning up against the far wall, grinning the same shit-eating grin.
"Lose something?"
Apollo frowned as he met Janus' gaze. The lion was sitting there grinning from ear to ear, still about to bust out of his uniform. "You didn't."
"I did." Janus rapped a knuckle against a deposit box on the wall with his name on it. "Pretty nice way to start the week, if I do say so myself." The lion parted from the wall and approached Apollo, towering over him. "You really shouldn't leave your hauls just lying around like that. Anyone could take them and deposit them in their own account."
Apollo balled up his fist and punched at the lion, only to have his fist caught by the larger predator. He was pushed back down onto the bench, and in a moment, he was trapped under the lion as his coworker started to nibble at his neck and shoulder. "I fucking hate you so much."
"I know." The lion's paw drifted down between Apollo's thighs. The maned wolf kept his fists out of the way, against his own chest, and he was starting to shudder, his breath catching in his throat as the lion's paw got closer to his groin. "You like this, don't you, fox?"
"Please don't stop."
"I won't."
"I love you."
"I know."
Most of the passengers had been moved to a backup flight. In fact, the panther pair had the first class cabin all to themselves. As such, by the time the plane had levelled off and the seatbelt sign had gone out, Dee was already straddling Herc's lap comfortably, rubbing up and down over him.
"God," she purred, "I can't wait to get to Vegas."
"Oh really?" Herc had his arms around his girl's waist, keeping her pulled flush against him. "What's in Vegas that's got you so excited?"
"A surprise." Dee's lips met Herc's and they shared a tender moment in the sky, fondling, stroking, and nibbling each other's faces and necks.
"Did you bring your jogging outfit?"
"Sure did, but that's not the surprise."
"Can't wait to start a family with you, love."
Hearing those words, Deianira just giggled.