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Nurse Cynthia the skunk coaxed Falco to the brink of orgasm. With his limbs bound to flexible ropes and the tip of his cock attached to tubing that would suck his liquid ecstasy away into the sperm donor bank's massive inventory, Falco gave the signal as she worked the shaft of his cock. "Cynthia! Shit! It's coming!"

Cynthia smirked, giving expert attention to his shaft. With a tap of her white sole, she activated the machine. The fox's legs spread and his back arched like a corde lisse artist holding a final move, his curled toes a mere couple of inches from the nurse's upturned snout--there was now negative pressure around Falco's glans, negative pressure that helped guide every single drop of sperm down the tube into the underground, temperature-controlled vaults. Negative pressure that finally tipped him over the edge.

"Fuck! Yes!" Falco's balls and taint clenched and released. The serpentine tube, previously empty, now housed a moving, shifting liquid of a distinct, pearly-white color. Behind him, his tail wagged in tandem with his twitching cock.

His legs stretched and spread to hold a perfect split as he orgasmed; an Olympic gymnast couldn't have done it better. The fox's toes curled and splayed in pleasure right in front of the giggling skunk, but nurse Cynthia's chuckle was masked by Falco's manly groans of release.

Falco, smiling and dreamy-eyed, looked down at the stroking nurse's paw, his hips thrusting two last times as he finished climaxing. "Whew!" He let out a deep, torturously held breath and pulled his legs together, his feet now a few inches off the ground. "Damn, that was good."

But Cynthia kept stroking. The machine attached to his cock was still sucking. And Falco became aware, painfully aware, of this--the tip of his dick tingled something bad. He squeaked, much to the skunk's amusement, and flopped and squirmed in his restraints like a fly caught in a spider's web. "OK! Oh my God! Stop, I came!"

"But you signed a form that said you wanted to have your balls drained," she said as Falco tugged with his all foxy strength against his bondage. "You may have misread something when you handed it to my colleague at the reception desk. Either way, I gotta keep doing this till you cum without anything coming out." Cynthia giggled and, still giving Falco the handjob from hell, got on her knees so that her white foot bottoms were upturned and pressed against her cute hips. "For foxes, it takes like four or five orgasms for a complete ball draining."

Falco shuddered as he felt another orgasm building in his loins.

"So just relax," she said. "And enjoy the ride. It'll be a while."

The tube filled again with Falco's foxy spunk as his second climax ripped through him. "ARGH! FUCK!" he yelled, stomach clenching and revealing the outline of his ribcage each time his cock spurted into the hungry opening of the tube. The pleasure of ejaculation and the white-hot, blistering sting of post-orgasmic stimulation melded into toe-clenching agony.