Teaching Moment
#1 of Companions, Inc.
Note: This is almost a stand-alone. It happens at about the same time as "Procedure." I've never written M/M before, so your advice and comments are needed MORE THAN EVER!
***Tuesday, 2:30 PM, Companions, Inc. Technician's Room
Unbeknownst to Lenore, the Procedure room is neither soundproofed nor private. Video cameras, mounted from various angles around the room, including in the metal arm of the dildo itself, transmit the spectacle of her procedure into the technician's room.
This cavelike, unlit space, with its wall-to-wall video screens, is a well-kept secret of Companions, Inc. Usually the place of honor, a deluxe rolling chair, is occupied by the highest-ranking doctor present. Today, however, the room contains only a pair of interns.
"Oh, man, how did you even find this place?" asks the newer of the two, a slim, grey-striped ferret boy called Nestor, fresh out of college.
"I heard the squeaking of the chair. This place is pretty popular... there's a Procedure scheduled for 3. You'll see why." The speaker was a grey fox, Dareth, only a few months the ferret's senior. He'd been eyeing the other male since he started work, admiring his leanness which showed off a lightly-muscled frame. Slyly, he looks into Nestor's shiny black eyes. "That folding chair can't be comfortable. This one's designed for fat old men, look," the canine says, indicating the capacious seat, "there's room for both of us. Anyway, the show's starting soon, you'll want to be in the middle."
Nestor takes the bait. He grinns shyly, blushing a bit, and comes to sit dangerously close to his coworker. So close their thighs touch. So close...
"Hey! What-" begins the ferret as Dareth wraps an arm around his waist, but he's quickly cut off by warm lips against his.
"You want this." The words are a statement, almost a command. Nestor nods, gulping. His blush had only gotten worse- he felt like his fur would catch fire beneath his starched white shirt. The fox caresses his ears tenderly, pressing another kiss to his cheek. "I'll teach you. Don't worry." Lamp-like yellow eyes, brighter even than the monitors surrounding them, seem to fill Nestor's world, blocking out everything else. The fox was kissing him again, mobile tongue prodding his lips, which part almost without his consent. Still hesitant, he kisses back, bringing a paw up to rest on Dareth's shoulder, then, as the kiss deepens, to wrap around the back of his neck.
With a soft, needy sound, the slightly bigger fox draws the sweet-tasting object of his desire into his lap, not breaking the kiss as he strokes the mustelid's chest. As Nestor gets more comfortable with his new situation, Dareth starts to unbutton the shirt, kissing the V of fur being revealed bit by bit.
"You have a blaze of white! I had no idea," he mumbles into one still-blushing ear, licking it salaciously. "You're even better than I imagined. Ahh, Nestor, do you know how hard it's been, resisting this? Resisting you?" The last words are whispered, as if he's ashamed. He is, a bit.
"I... I didn't know. I thought you were just friendly. I had no idea you were g-gay, or... Oh! Or that I might be." The sharp gasp had been prompted by the unbuttoning of his slacks, revealing a taut, underwear-covered erection. With a grin that's decidedly wolfish, the fox runs a blunt fingerclaw along it. Dampness spreads in a circle around the tip, and Dareth chuckles predatorily. "Well, gay or not, this is worth seeing," he says, turning the chair with a lazy kick of one paw.
On all the screens, forgotten until now, Lenore is being harshly fucked by the mechanical cock. Her sharp moans play in real-time, as do the slurping sounds and panting. "THAT'S the Procedure?!" gasps Nestor, horrified and intrigued. "And we... we can WATCH?"
"Well, it isn't like the clients know. But yeah. We can watch," Dareth confides with a wink. The ferret's eyes are wide as he watches a stranger being "measured," and one paw drifts down to his straining malehood. Shimmying out of his underwear and, with a sly grin of his own, grinding against the fox's still-jeans-clad lap, Nestor begins to stroke himself slowly. Dareth, who has seen the whole Procedure before, is watching that paw intently. His own ferret, in his own lap, completely unabashedly pawing off. It's almost too much right there.
Dareth gently slides Nestor off his lap, with a reassuring kiss to the top of his head, and begins to undress. His own shirt, now hopelessly wrinkled, falls to the floor, followed by pants and, finally, damp boxers. His pointed red cock is at full attention, though the knot has yet to appear. Nestor yelps when he sees it- "It's so big! Can I-"
Grinning like a rockstar, silvery fur sparkling in the ambient light from the screens, the fox poses, arms behind his head. "Go for it, Nes. Just don't bite."
Nestor reverently reaches out to touch the glistening member, then hesitates. Instead, he gets down on his knees on the industrial-linoleum floor, and licks it. Steadying himself by putting a paw at the small of Dareth's back, he looks up impishly. "I'd be lying if I said I'd never wondered about doing this," he said, licking it again more deliberately. Dareth's knees go weak as the ferret he's been dreaming about purses his lips experimentally and takes the tip of his foxhood into a warm, wet mouth, a look of utter concentration on his face.
Feeling the slight stumble, Nestor pulls back and nudges the other male to sit in the chair. As soon as he's settled, the mustelid's untrained mouth is back, eagerly tongueing the throbbingly hard organ, taking it into his muzzle slowly, testing how deeply he can take the shaft without gagging.
Dareth's head is lolling back on the chair, eyes heavenward and rolling back into their sockets. He can't decide if he's going to faint or come in Nestor's mouth, so he does neither, dancing on the knife's edge of extreme bliss. Soon, though, the curious younger male is nosing at his half-formed knot. "What's this?"
"It's my knot. It doesn't swell all the way unless it's inside something, usually, and then it locks in place. Doesn't come down for about 20 minutes." Nestor is licking it curiously, then spitting in his paws. Gently, so gently that the owner of the cock in question almost does pass out, the ferret boy palms the slick canine member, edging toward the knot. "So if I put my paw... here, and my other paw, here, and my mouth... here," he says, licking the tip to indicate it as one paw caresses the flesh just behind the knot and the other cups Dareth's heavy balls, "what'll happen?"
"I think you know," gasps the fox, and, taking it as a dare, Nestor does what he's threatened. Opening his maw wide, he gets as much of the pre-dribbling member in his mouth as will fit, and squeezes the place behind the knot. The effect is almost instant, as the balls he holds loosely in the other hand draw up tighter, the fox yips, the knot balloons much bigger than it was, and his virgin muzzle tastes the first few spurts of coppery, salty fox cum. As Dareth's cock continues to spurt, Nestor is quickly overwhelmed, and it runs down his chin to drip on his chest, Dareth's thighs, and the chair.
Panting heavily, the spent canine looks down into his eyes. "So beautiful," he slurs, and slumps into the faint that's been threatening. The ferret smiles gently and begins cleaning up, thinking about the directions their formerly casual friendship could now take.
Some time later, when the knot has gone down, the rest of the foxhood softens and slips back into its sheath. Nestor plops lightly into Dareth's now-unobscured lap, wrapping both slim arms around his neck. "Wake up, wake up, Mister Sleepyfox!" he chides gently in one pointy silver ear, "We have to get back to work. Procedure's over. Come on... sweetheart," he says, quickly, before he loses his nerve.
At this the other male's golden eyes snap open. He stares in shock. Nestor's blushing again, the insides of his ears a deep rosy pink. "I mean it. Let's be... more than friends. Lots more. I don't know what you call that, but I like talking to you and I definitely like this and I want to do it again" he says, babbling a little with nerves.
"I'd just call it boyfriends. And you just made me a very happy fox." With shy smiles, the newly-decided mateship is sealed, and both young males begin to dress in their scattered clothes.
"Where's my shirt?" grumbles Nestor.
"Ah... over there. Caught on that monitor," replies Dareth, a little sheepishly. "I kind of... threw it."
The fit of giggles this provokes has to be a good sign, he thinks, as he goes to kiss his new boyfriend.