Flash Pulp #17 Condom Filling

Story by Casca on SoFurry

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#17 of Flash Pulps

Raymond takes a break to calm down but needs a little more than a cigarette


Raymond sighed heavily as he finally escaped his office. Synergist was a great company with marvelous benefits, but being too high on the totem pole was stressful at any job. He'd been arguing with engineers all day about the cost of their latest project and at this point he was sick of it. So a lighter flickered and his cigarette flared with smoke and nicotine, releasing an atom of his nerves.

Still, puff after puff wasn't relieving enough and he could feel his balls churning in his pants. He had been surprised for years how readily his libido responded to the "novelties" the company made. Just arguments about them could get his motor running. In fact, one of the engineers challenged his objectivity by grabbing his raging erection. The squirrel didn't mind, though. He'd gotten worse attention during less convenient times and even in the sexually liberated organization he liked to make it clear to his associates that he was anything but hands-off.

Still. He was starting to feel blue-balled and he had plenty of time and a condom in his pocket. He took a final drag off his cigarette while he unzipped his slacks then tossed the ashes away letting him focus fully on his crotch. The hot summer air seemed to spill into his pants, wicking the sweat off of him and giving him a sudden chill followed by a warm breeze. He debated taking off his belt to make the job of fishing his balls out a bit easier but the thought of repairing his outfit guided his paw deep into his fly instead, fondling the oversized nuts tucked within.

It could be inconvenient at times but he would never regret being part of the fertility trials over in Medical. His balls had suffered an 'undesired side-effect' and swollen permanently to the size of large melons and his body needed to vent his cum periodically. Of course, the squirrel had been too busy that day to come outside or get his milk machine set up so he was sure he was going to make a mess. Out of courtesy for the cleaning crew, after he finally flopped one teste then the other out against his thighs, he rummaged around for a condom; one of Synergist Novelties' own creations meant to handle the prodigious needs of hyperfurs and their kin. Most of Novelties' products catered to the hyper community actually, one of the reasons Raymond was drawn to the company.

The only lament he held for the fertility trial was that his cock hadn't grown any; it was the same little chode he'd always looked down on. Of course he was fine with it; the little monster was as thick as his wrist, it just wasn't very long. Just barely five inches away from his body, it drooled its slimy pre, the musky fluid flowing over his oversized testicles and making a shiny trail that glistened in the late afternoon sun. Way back when, he was more than nimble enough to suck on the little fatty. He spent a lot of time drinking up it's rich flavour, letting his precum fill his mouth then swallowing down the cream afterward. It was a sad day when he hurt his back working for his father, but having to sit behind a desk led him quite happily to Synergist.

He promised himself -- or maybe just his cock -- that he'd get back into yoga as he watched the clear lust drip down to the concrete, but for now he just rolled the condom quickly down his length. His body shivered from tail to ears as the mint-infused lube washed his length in sensation and right away he wrapped his paw around the fat little dick, slapping loudly at his crotch. Ray's balls swayed heavily through the hot air with each thrust of his hips. He'd learned shortly after getting used to their massive weight that letting them slap his thighs just so would send strong quivers into his body and it immediately became one of his favourite solo moves.

Precum oozed wildly into his condom thanks to his maneuver, filling the specialized reservoir easily and starting to expand it but he hardly paid it any mind. The squirrel's balls tingled deeply and surged with need, tugging his groin in that unmistakable way and he was ready to feel them empty. But before they did he grasped under them releasing his cock as they needed the full attention of both paws to maneuver them and pulled them up toward his belly. He kept thrusting his hips up and out, pinning his cock between the warm, heavy orbs to feel them shift and roll against his thick chode. Over and over he humped his own sac, grinding the cleft deep and wishing he had a little support as his knees started to buckle.

Ray never lasted long after he started giving himself a balljob and this was no different. He felt his scrotum tense, pulling his balls closer to his body and tighter around his cock until at last he exploded. His condom flared suddenly with his blast of cum, the pre-filled tip surging like a balloon as he dumped his pent up load into it. The poor latex bulged obscenely as more and more of his thick seed poured into it. It swelled fast, sagging further and further toward the ground until at last he had a bag the size of a basketball full of his fresh warmth.

The squirrel sighed in satisfaction tenderly, peeling the condom off his sensitive skin. A quick tie finished his clean up and he hefted the hot globe on his way back in. He needed that. His own boss was going to check in on him soon and he wouldn't be able to focus if he was still blue-balled. He was a handsome man and he'd already creamed himself one too many times during their meetings.

Of course there was still what to do about his cum. Too late to just throw it out. It'd sit for hours before the janitors he was trying to do a favour for would get to it. And he couldn't just have it sit in his office. Entirely unprofessional!

"Oh hey boss! Looks like you enjoyed your break. Pity I couldn't take one with ya. Got those reports on your desk though."

The young wolf had just joined the department and constantly made half joking passes at him. He probably had a fetish for men in authority. As good a place as any to pass off a basketball full of jizz. He thanked him with the least amount of innuendo he could then winked and pressed the still-warm globe into his arms before heading back to his office with a suggestive flick of his tail. Morale-building was part of his job too after all.