The Mousetrap
Prior to the start of the story, I'd like to take a moment to thank Guri for his tireless assistance in brainstorming, editing, plot tweaking, and even going so far as to help come up with this series' title. Thank you, Guri! And now, on to the story:
John liked to think that he had everything he wanted. Or at least, everything he needed. As a successful banker in his mid thirties, the petite mouse didn't precisely strike an intimidating figure in a physical sense, but, on the other hand, he was quite proud of his yearly earnings. Between profit sharing, regular bonuses, and his ample salary, the white rodent had pulled in well over six figures for the last many years. This afforded him several luxuries on occasions when he decided to treat himself, but by and large, John lived modestly and placed the majority of his earnings in safe, long term investments. Due to this prudence, the mouse was on track to retire early, if he chose to.
Still, despite his efforts to convince himself that he had all he desired, from time to time John would grudgingly admit to himself that occasionally his big empty house could get a tad lonely. Not that the finance wizard ever got around to doing anything about it. A year ago, the five foot four mouse had started creating an online profile on a gay dating website, but midway through the process of answering the questionnaire, he simply closed the browser's window, never to go back, due to how self-conscious the intimate and probing inquiries made him feel. It had been some time since the painfully shy man had last dated, and the thought of jumping back into the saddle made him cringe. Things probably would have continued in the vein for the mouse for the foreseeable future, if not for an unexpected encounter at his favorite bookstore.
Browsing the sci-fi section for new releases during his lunch break, John was looking up at the top shelf when someone bumped into him so hard he fell of his ass and hairless, slightly-pink tail. Despite the collision not having been his fault in the slightest, the reflexive apology was already out of John's mouth before his mind had even fully grasped the situation. "I'm so sorry! Please Excuse me--"
Interrupting his expression of contrition, however, a lion -- a very buff and good-looking lion, part of John's mind noted -- cut him off by saying "No, no. Please don't apologize! It only makes me feel even more the clumsy buffoon. I know better than to read while walking and I did it anyway. Here, let me help you up." Bending over, the lion, who John just noticed was wearing light-blue, medical facility scrubs, didn't hesitate a moment longer before grabbing the much lighter-weight mouse by his hands and pulling him to his feet, while giving the appearance of not having to exert the slightest effort to do so.
Without letting go of John's hands, the lion continued speaking to the now vertical investment banker. "I really ran you over good, didn't I? I'm so sorry about that -- I hope I didn't tear or scuff your suit. And here I was just telling myself I needed to that I needed to run into more cute guys. Guess my subconscious has a one track mind, eh?"
Mind still spinning, the somewhat socially awkward rodent didn't know what to say. 'Did he just call me cute? I must have heard him wrong -- no way did a guy who looks like he could have starred in one of my childhood wet dreams hit on me.' Just then, John felt his face heat up in a deep blush as he picked up on the fact that both of his hands were still firmly held by the maned lion, who was showing no indication of letting go anytime soon.
"Now that I think about it some more, you're going to have to let me make it up to you. If you don't, I'll be kicking myself about this all week. And you look like too nice of a guy to let me go through all that... am I right?"
"You don't have to do that. There was no harm done and --"
"No way, I insist. How about I treat you to a cup of coffee? I know this great place just down the road."
"Oh, uhh... okay. When did you want--"
"How about now? There's no time like the present and I still have a few minutes left on my lunch hour... if you're not too pressed for time, that is. Besides, it's not every day that I get to talk to someone who shares my interest in book genres. Maybe we can swap recommendations. It'll be fun. Come on... you game?" The last sentence was said with a charming grin that made John's heart flutter, his knees weak, and his pants tighten. It took the mouse a few seconds to realize that the lion was waiting on a response.
"This is my... uh, that is, I'm on my lunch break, so maybe --."
"Great! You won't regret it. I'm told I'm wonderful company. It's also been explained to me that I'm very modest, too. Handsome, as well! Boy, now that I think about it, I hope that guy wasn't being sarcastic. It'd be really shitty if later I found out I was boring, arrogant, and plain, wouldn't it?"
With his shock slowly wearing off, John couldn't help but bark out a perhaps too-loud laugh at the lion's odd sense of humor. "Ha! No, no, you're not plain." The mouse's blush returned as he realized just called the unnamed lion pretty to his face.
"Oh, I'm your type am I? Well, I'd say my chances of this turning into a great evening just got a lot better. Now, how about you and me go and snag a cup of joe?"
"Sure, that'd be... really nice. I'm John by the way. It's nice to meet you. And, ah... could I have my hands back?" The thirty-six year old rodent didn't particularly want the attractive stranger to let go, but he could feel himself starting to tent his pants something fierce, and there was no way he was going to be able to get himself under control while they were holding hands.
"Happy to have met you, John. I'm Tyler. And I'll tell ya what... you can have one hand back. The other I'm keeping so you can't get away. Don't worry -- I'll take good care of it, and you can have in back once we arrive at our destination. Deal?" Again the lion flashed that gorgeous smile. In response, John could practically hear the fabric at the front his pants stretching to its breaking point.
"Err, yeah, sure. Deal."
"Fantastic! I'd say we should shake on it but I figure that's unnecessary at this point, don't you? Okay -- off we go!"
Tyler gently but firmly pulled the mouse by his right hand down several aisles and out the front exit before the logical, analytical part of John's brain even picked up on the fact that he hadn't even gotten a chance to buy the book he'd been looking for. In response, the rest of John's brain promptly told the logic center to shut its goddamn mouth, as this was the closest to getting laid they'd gotten in a very long time. And by a beautiful, muscular atlas of a man, by all the unexpected good luck. Beaten back but not willing to surrender entirely, the logical part of the mouse's brain grumbled as it stubbornly made a mental note to remind John to pick up the book later -- sex or no sex. All the while, the white furred banker was oblivious to the various fractured thoughts racing through his head. He was too focused on how good the lion's hand felt as he was escorted down a couple blocks.
Having reached their destination, Tyler brought them to a dimly lit booth at the back of the cafe, around a corner which almost entirely obscured it from view from the rest of the store. The lion took his seat first and encouraged John to sit down next to him, before finally releasing John's hand.
"Hope you don't mind us sitting a bit out of the way. This is my favorite booth."
Before the mouse could reply, an older waitress made her way to their table. "What can I do for you two boys this fine day?" the graying skunk inquired with a touch of a rural accent. Seeing Tyler look away from him briefly for the first time since they met, John took the opportunity to hurriedly readjust his package, in the hopes that he could maneuver it to be less readily apparent.
"I'll take an ice-coffee with milk, and my friend here will take a vanilla latte, with extra cream." Being a longtime veteran, the seasoned waitress had no need to jot down the order. Just prior to heading back to the front of the store at an unhurried pace, a corner of the seasoned waitress' mouth hitched up in a reflexive smile as she said, "Coming right up, sugar,".
Turning to look at him again, Tyler must have spotted the surprised look on John's face. After all, the lion had just ordered his favorite drink, just how he liked it.
"I have a confession to make. Although I wasn't planning on running into you at the bookstore -- certainly not literally -- that wasn't the first time I noticed you around. Actually, I've spotted you here at this coffee shop two or three times before, always with a book, and happened to notice that you usually order the same drink. I was tempted to strike up a conversation back then, but you seemed so intent on your reading that I thought it might be rude to interrupt you. Bumping into you just gave me the golden opportunity to get to say hello and ask you out. So I hope I didn't just put my foot in my mouth by ordering for the two of us?"
"Not at all... thank you. That was very, umm, thoughtful of you."
"I'm relieved you think so. Sometimes I have hard time telling if I'm making a fool of myself. You'll let me know if I'm coming off as too goofy, won't you?" The charming smile was back again in a flash, even more disarming than before.
"I, uhh... sure. That is to say, I mean, I'm having fun. This is fun. Your fun. It's just that, I don't go out on many dates, is all. Not that this is a date! We just met, how could we call it a date? Not that I mean that in a bad way. You're very, err, date-able... and... I'll go ahead and stop talking now."
"Please don't. You're adorable. Plus, I'd love to hear more on the topic of how date-able I am."
John visibility winced at the words. "Adorable wasn't exactly my intended destination."
Breaking eye contact, the lion glanced down at John's crotch before replying "Oh, I'm sure we'll get to where you'd like to be before the night is out."
And just like that, it was out there in the open. Sometime in the neat future, this fit, young, and devastatingly attractive lion was going to make a pass at John. And since the mouse couldn't possibly conceive of saying 'no' (even if he was too tongue tied to say properly say 'yes'), that meant that for the first time in a long time, the diminutive rodent's ass would probably be put through its paces. 'Oh my stars... I just hope he doesn't end up being too big. I haven't exactly been keeping myself loose down there...'
Before John could even attempt a verbal response, the waitress came back with their drinks -- John eagerly taking his so as to have an excuse for not making an even bigger fool of himself by talking, as images of various lions cock, all shapes and sizes, ran through his thoughts.
As soon as the skunk turned the corner though, Tyler continued his trend of being borderline aggressive in his forwardness, by placing his left hand on John's inner thigh... inches away from the banker's package, causing the mouse to fight back his instinctive urge to spew out a mouthful of latte in surprise. Barely succeeding, John turned his head just enough to look at the lion out of the corner of his eye, only to notice that the man's calm and confident expression hadn't changed in the slightest. In stark contrast, the mouse felt like his world had just been shattered and rebuilt anew, with that single touch.
"How's your latte?"
Allowing himself a moment to swallow and to take a few calming breaths, John squeaked out, "Delicious. Thanks."
"No thanks needed. This is to apologize for practically using you as a floor mat, after all. And I'd like to keep making it up to you, if you'd be comfortable with that." John's single mute nod was all the permission Tyler needed to start gently moving his hand up and down the introverted mouse's thigh in an unhurried fashion. "So... I see you're wearing a suit. Where do you work?"
"A bank. I'm a banker, I mean. Finances, investment, business loans... that sort of thing." Despite attempting to focus on the conversation at hand, the mouse once again filled up every spare inch of room in his pants with an erection that he swore had to be harder than steel. To John, Tyler's hand felt like the most sensuous erotic touch he'd ever experienced in his life.
"Whoa. Sounds complicated. You must be pretty smart."
"Just, uhh, good with numbers, is all. Nothing special."
"That's not true. I've just met you and I can see that there's plenty about you that's special."
"I'm flattered, but I'm actually pretty boring. Really."
At this point in the conversation, the path of the lion's slowly drifted to where his fingers were bumping into the mound of fabric that was now stretched thin covering the mouse's cock and balls. "If you're so boring, then why am I so interested in you?"
John swore he could jolts of electricity go down his shaft, whenever the tips of Tyler's fingers glided lightly over his sexual equipment. "I... I'm not sure. Maybe I make up for being boring by being extra lucky?"
"Ha! A sense of humor to go along with that cute physique. Well, that settles it. My lunch hour is almost over, but if I give you my phone number, would you think about maybe giving me a ring later tonight... when you're off work?
"Yes! I mean... of course I would."
Taking a small notepad a pen out of his shirt's breast pocket, Tyler quickly jotted down some digits before tearing the sheet of paper off and folding it neatly. "I'm going to hold you too that. Now, don't move... I'm going to slip my number into your pocket." Without further warning, John felt the lion's other hand push its way into his pants' pocket. Not content to simply drop the folded piece of paper and leave, the hand ventured as far as the edge of the pocket's boundary would allow -- which was apparently just far enough for Tyler to reach down and cup the mouse's balls through the material. As he was hefting up the pair of testicals with a couple gentle squeezes, the lion said, "Thank you for the lovely lunch break. I get off work at six thirty. I'll be looking forward to tonight, Mr. Adorable."
And with that, Tyler extracted his hand from John's pocket, set a twenty dollar bill down on the table, and headed off. Seemingly as cool and collected as he was when they'd first met.
The mouse, on the other hand, was officially a wreck. 'Holy shit. Holy. Shit. I can't believe that just happened. Did I come off as too frigid? I felt tongue tied. Damnit... I always get tongue tied! But he wants me to call him. To call him! Tonight! Oh, the number. I need to put that number in my phone, before I lose it. Or it gets smudged. Just... breathe John. You did fine, and he wants to meet up with you again tonight. Tonight! For sex. Oh boy... I hope he's more patient in bed than he is with flirting. It's been awhile since I've... entertained. I'll need to buy lube and condoms. Just get up, John, and go to the corner store. And try not to make a mess in your pants because a twenty-something year old just played with your sack. Even if that twenty-something year old is the single most handsome guy you've ever met."
Standing up while readjusting his package one more time, John made his way to the corner store, before floating through the rest of his work hours in a mental daze.
Back at the hospital, Tyler headed through the employee's entrance by tapping his ID card on the scanner pad by the door located near the rear of the building.
After walking down a few halls and taking an elevator down a couple floors, heading through a secondary manned security checkpoint after being buzzed past, the lion stopped at the internal receptionist desk to see what tasks needed his attention. "Hello, Becky. Have anything for me?"
Glancing up at him through her thickly-rimmed glances from her seated position behind the counter, the slightly plump beaver said "There's a Member who has requested attention in room B312. See if he needs any assistance and make him comfortable. Then report to Doctor Bulmer." Having said that, the receptionist immediately began ignoring him as she redirected her focus back to the monitor in front of her... which Tyler could see was currently streaming soap opera episodes, as per usual. Allowing himself an imperceptible sigh, Tyler made his way down two more hallways before putting on his best smile as he entered the designated room.
"Hello, sir! Good afternoon. How can I help you today?"
The patient, a middle-aged German Shepherd who was a frequent visitor to the hospital due a couple recurring health issues, made a face from his prone position on the bed that was a combination between intense annoyance and grim satisfaction upon seeing his nurse.
"Spare me the rainbows and sunshine, Pussycat. You're late. I've had to piss for the last thirty minutes. You're lucky I need to go so bad, or I'd chew you out good. So just get to work."
"Of course, sir. It's my pleasure to serve you however you need."
Throwing the lights blankets off his body and exposing his almost-entirely nude (parts of which were barely covered by a paper-thin hospital gown), the gruff Shepherd muttered "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure."
Coming up beside the bed, the lion didn't hesitate before learning over the patient, tugging the gown out of the way, and taking the single inch of red arousal that was poking out from the Shepherd's sheathe between his lips. Long familiar with this particular Member's preferences, the lion positioned himself and turned his head just enough that he was able to maintain eye contact with the dog.
This intimate connection between the two having been established, the Member held the nurse's gaze with a stern look. The patient was in no rush, however, and for over a minute was content to watch Tyler's expression as his own length as it slowly filled out, gradually taking up more real estate in the young lion's mouth.
At the two minute mark, the Member's arousal was brought to near full size by Tyler's act of submission, and could begin to feel his libido kicking in and taking the reins.
"You like this, don't you? Getting to feel useful by guzzling down a free man's piss. I bet you secretly look forward to this every day, whenever I'm at the hospital. Am I right, slut? Does Pussycat want his treat of a bellyful of Shepherd urine?"
Having 'worked' after the hospital for over four years now, Tyler knew precisely how to react: self-deprecation and eagerness. Anything else would result in him being signed up for a Behavioral and Attitude Polishing Course. Still looking directly into the dominant's eyes with a mouth full of dog cock, Pussycat nodded eagerly, as if he were a child who was offered an entire carton of ice cream, just for him.
"You're in luck then. I've been staying hydrated, just like you recommended, so I have plenty for you. In fact, I want you to try and count how many ounces you're swallowing, so you know how seriously I take your advice. Okay, enough small talk, kitty. It's guzzling time, for you."
Feeling and tasting the first acrid splash of urine on his tongue, 'guzzling', Tyler acknowledged, was an apt description for what he had to start doing to do to prevent any spilling. The Shepherd didn't have the least bit of concern about what a reasonable speed was for one fur swallowing another's liquid output. If the lion had to guess, based on the dog's determined look, he was even trying to flood Tyler's mouth as fast as possible, in the hopes of getting the lion to gag and make a mess. Luckily (or terribly unlucky, from a different perspective), Pussycat had almost half a decade of practice, making him an expert swallower. Still, between the Member's determination and how badly he must have been needing to go, the nurse was still hard pressed to take in the Member's piss as fast as he was letting it out. For over half a minute the pair's eyes were locked in an odd version of a staring contest as urine transferred from one man's bladder to the other's stomach.
When the humiliating act was finally concluded, both furs knew that the intimate act that had just occurred only marked the beginning of their time together, rather than the end.
"I've given you your drink, pretty kitty, but you haven't earned your cream yet. And since there's nothing interesting on TV and I got nowhere else to go, there's no rush, Pussycat. I want this blowjob to take at least half an hour. And if you do a good job and get me to last a full hour, I'll only paddle your balls lightly before you go. Now, I'm going to rest my eyes and relax while you play. But don't assume that gives you permission to get lazy and look down or away. Remember: always attempting to maintain eye contact so you can tailor your performance based on your betters' expressions is a sign of respect. And you'd best keep that in mind or you'll be walking out of here with a swollen coin purse instead of just a tender one."
Tyler knew that leaning over for an entire hour was sure to leave him with a sore back for the rest of the day. But he also knew better than to complain. Not to mention having to deal with a bit of a sour stomach and a soon-to-be-intense need to go to the bathroom. After another imperceptible sigh, he began to slowly take the Shepherd's cock to its root.
Several hours later, John was driving home after work, still in a state of disbelief that he had evening plans that involved a supermodel-hot lion. Suddenly, it occurred to the white-furred mouse that his date might expect some kind of dinner arrangements. The thought of potentially being a bad host with nothing in the fridge to serve terrified him, so he pulled out his phone ordered four different types of pizzas to be delivered to his house: pepperoni, supreme, vegetarian, and vegan -- just in case.
Then, in a second flash of gut-wrenching horror, John realized that he hadn't called Tyler yet. Making the gorgeous example of artistry of the male form wait unnecessarily was wholly unacceptable, as far the banker was concerned. Bringing up Tyler in his smart phone's contact list, the anxious mouse pressed 'Call' and waited with bated breath for the lion to pick up.
Six eternally-long rings later, the call went through and a chipper voice on the other end of the line said, "Tyler speaking!"
"Ty-tyler! Hey! I mean, hello-how-are-you? This is John. From the bookstore."
"Hey, John. I'm so glad you called. I was worried for a bit there that I might have scared you off."
"No, not at all. Actually, I was calling about what you mentioned earlier. About us, you know, maybe hanging out tonight. Only if you're free, that is. No pressure!"
"Are you kidding? It's all I've been able to think about all day. Can you text me your address and let me know when's a good time to come over?"
"Sure. Of course. As soon as I get home I'll send you a text."
"Great. Looking forward to it. Is there anything in particular I should bring?"
"Well, I ordered a few pizzas for us, but if that doesn't sound appealing then just let me know and we'll either figure out something else, which wouldn't be a problem, or you can just grab something on the way. Whatever is easiest for you."
"Pizza sounds great. Thanks, John! That was sweet of you."
"No no, it wasn't a big deal at all. I'm just glad pizza works for you."
"Sounds like there's even more I owe you for you now. I think I'll really enjoy paying you back. Do you have any roommates? Or... will we have the house to ourselves tonight?"
"Oh, it's just me. I live alone."
"So you're telling me that if I decided to strip down and walk around the house naked, no one would be there to mind?"
Hearing Tyler's voice over the phone, John's nervousness was quickly fading, only to be replaced with a different kind of tension. "Wh-whatever makes you comfortable!"
"In that case, I'll make myself right at home. I hope body piercings aren't a turn off for you, though. I've had a bit of work done over the last few years."
Little did the buff lion know that John had entire folder on his computer dedicated solely to pictures of guys with piercings, in various states of undress. Hearing this revelation, the mouse couldn't resist the urge to inquire a little further on the topic. "Piercings are fine. More than fine, I mean. I don't have any myself, but I'm a fan. I don't mean to pry, but could you... tell me a little about them?"
"Why tell when I can show? I want to warn you, though... I have a bit more than is average. They're usually hidden under my clothing which is why you didn't get to see any of them earlier today, but if you're cool with me stripping down once I get to your place, you'll be getting to see every last one of them."
"Can I... touch them?"
"I'd feel neglected if you didn't! Just don't be caught off guard if I 'firm up' while you're exploring me. My soldier can't help but stand at attention when a guy as cute as you is looking me over. He can get a somewhat 'leaky' at times, too. Hope you don't mind if I drip a little on your carpet?"
"I don't think I could possibly be less worried about the carpet right now."
After a brief but hearty chuckle, Tyler said "Good to know. I'll see you soon, then."
"Definitely, yeah, looking forward to it. I'll text you the address in just a few minutes."
"Sounds great. 'Till then!"
Hearing the beep indicating that the call had concluded, John sat his phone down in the passenger chair and took a deep breath. 'I don't typically pray to you, imaginary sky fairy, but to whatever divine force is responsible for this string of good luck: you just let me know what types of small animals you prefer to be sacrificed in your name, and I will buyout a goddamn petting zoo.'
Driving down the highway at over eighty miles per hour, the mouse sped towards what he hoped would be one of the most memorable evenings of his life.
Looking around the house one last time, John made sure everything was perfect: No dirty laundry on the floor. Toilet paper roll properly on dispenser rod. Pizza in the kitchen. Clean sheets on bed. Trash picked up. Porch light on. Himself, showered and groomed. The detail oriented banker was sure that he'd forgotten something or other, but the moment the doorbell rang he knew that this would be have to be good enough.
Practically running to the entryway, the short mouse opened the front door and was met with the same calm, confident, visually stunning lion he'd talked to at lunch.
"Hey there! I found the place on my first try, no problem. May I come in?"
"Yes, please do! My home is your home." John responded despite the sensation of a lump in his throat.
"Much obliged," Tyler said, stepping into the house's spacious common area. "This place is fantastic. I mean it. this is really something. I appreciate you volunteering to play host tonight."
"I'm happy to!"
"You look great, by the way. Hope you don't mind that I came in my scrubs. I grabbed a shower at work and didn't have a chance to stop and change."
"I don't mind -- you look super! Except, saying it out loud, 'super' sounds dorky, now that I think about it. How about, you look amazing. Is that any less silly, I can't --" Shutting the door behind him, Tyler closed the distance between him and John, leaning down to silence the mouse with a kiss on the lips. 'Did I say only one petting zoo, sky fairy? I meant three. Just don't let this man be a serial killer. Oh, hell, I'm not that picky. He can be a serial killer, as long as he waits until after tonight.'
Pulling away from the light kiss, the lion said "Sorry about that... I couldn't resist. Is that pizza for me?"
"Oh... yeah... have as much as you like." John said, eyes half-closed with a dreamy look on his face.
"Thanks so much. I'm famished for some proper food." Leaving the common area and entering the kitchen, the lion didn't even bother with a plate before grabbing and devouring a slice of supreme pizza. Through a mostly full mouth, Tyler managed "Ehs 'ood! 'Anks!"
Joining the young nurse in the, the mouse said "Oh, well, you know, I slaved all day over it!" An odd look briefly came over Tyler's face, before he flashed his patented toothy grin. Brushing it off as a joke that fell flat, John grabbed plate and the two quickly ate their dinner.
Fifteen minutes later, that was mostly dedicated to chewing and a small smattering of small talk, the two furs finished and headed towards the living room, at Tyler's prompting. After, a few more minutes of innocuous chatter while sitting on the couch, the somewhat older banker couldn't help but ask, "So... were you serious about running around naked... or were just pulling my leg?"
"Oh, I was serious, beau. Was just waiting on you to bring it up, in case you were just being polite, on the phone. Why don't you come over here and give me a hand with undressing?"
As if moving on autopilot, John allowed his body to stand up and move to where Tyler was sitting. Putting his vertically arms in the air, the mouse realized that he was being encouraged to help pull off the man's shirt. A brief struggle with scrubs that were tighter fitting than he would have expected, and the lion was now nude from the waist up.
The sight that greeted John's eyes made him certain that he was about expose himself by exploding out of his pants, due to the unrelenting pressure that was building up. The lion was incredibly 'ripped', to put it mildly. Chiseled abs... rock hard pecs. The works. Even better, the mouse gleefully noticed two large silver stirrup-style nipple piercings. Seeing John's wide-eyed expression at the metallic decoration, Tyler reached out, took the banker's paws in hand, and moved them so that his fingers were touching the pierced nipples.
"You can play with them, if you want. Go ahead. Pinch them a little and tug at the piercings. Unless... you'd rather see the full package?"
"I've never wanted anything more in my life. You're pierced down stairs, as well? A prince albert, or something?"
"Something like that..." Reaching up with his arm to scratch the back of his neck, Tyler's body betrayed a slight edge of apprehension. "I'm a little worried that it might be a little bit 'wild' for your tastes."
"I could do with more 'wild' in my life. Please... show me."
As Tyler made to stand up, John took a step back to give him room, mentally preparing himself for any spectacle. But as the lion pulled down his light-blue pants and underwear, the banker couldn't help but gawk in shock. It wasn't the six inches and change of turgid lion meat poking out of from the pulled-back sheathe that caught the rodent off guard. It was the dozen and a half or so piercings that were evenly spread across the surface area of the stiff cock -- each seemingly no further than a centimeter from any other. They appeared to be small, somewhat flattened round-edged metallic pyramids. John couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to be fucked by that dick. Pleasurable? Painful? Some odd combination of the two?
"If you couldn't already guess, there's a bit of a story behind this, if you'd like to hear it? And don't worry. I don't expect you to take it."
"Oh, thank god. No offense, but that's a bit... err... a lot intimidating."
"Hah. None taken."
"But, yeah... that's really intense, Tyler. What's the deal with that? Not to be rude, of course! It looks really neat."
"You're not being rude at all. Actually, I'd say you're handling it well, so far. But, there's more to it than might be immediately apparent. Long story short, it's a chastity device."
"That's... wow. I thought chastity devices were suppose to stop you from getting hard? Is it broken?"
"I wish. No, it's very much fully functional. You see, if I get too near to cumming, these metal stubs give me an unpleasant warning zap. The closer I get, the more painful it becomes, until it gets to the point where these things light my cock up like a christmas tree with a series of electric shocks. To say it's an unpleasant sensation would be an understatement. Plus, you'd be amazed at how hard it is to get off while it feels like your cock is being tazed."
Unable to pull his eyes away from the bolt-spotted dick, John noticed that lion was speaking truthfully earlier when he mentioned that his cock tended to precum generously. Already a clear bead of the stuff was forming at the tip of the erection. "How long since your last orgasm...?"
Wincing at the question, the nurse replied, "Over four months. If I came off a little strong earlier today, that's probably the reason why. Pent up sexual tension is just a fact of life for me. Some people get constant migraines. I get constant erections."
"Sex must be hell for you... I'm so sorry!"
"No, no. Please don't think that way. If I get my way, we'll be having one hell of a romp in just a few minutes. But, my tackle being as conspicuous as it is, I thought I'd do a little pre-emptive explaining first. If you'd prefer not to, we don't have to talk about it anymore, and we can skip right to me slicking up your mouse-hood before we start working it under my tail."
"I don't mean to pry, but if you don't mind continuing... I'm really curious now. What made you decide to get that done? And if you wish it wasn't working anymore, why don't you get it removed?"
"To answer your first question, when I was younger I was really into chastity play. I walked around with a sheathe locker device on most of the time, actually. Me and my boyfriend -- former boyfriend, now -- were really into orgasm denial. Denial for me, more specifically. More often than naught he got off more than once a day. That was part of the appeal, I guess. Me shooting so infrequently while I helped him to sate his lust whenever the mood struck him. I'll admit to enjoying it a great deal myself, as well. So one day, after talking about it for a month or so, he and I decided to take it to the next level. Long-term, irreversible chastity, with him as the key holder. We found a company that specialized in this sort of thing, signed a contract, and paid for the procedure. After a brief period of recuperation, everything seemed to work out exactly as we had envisioned it. Soon, though, my boyfriend began slowly increasing the length of time between my orgasms. One week became two. Two became four. Four became eight. Until eventually, it got to the point where he let me know that I'd be getting only three orgasms a year: My birthday, Christmas, and Valentine's Day. When he told me this, it had already been almost two months since I last came. He said that if I accepted his decision without complaint, he'd reward me with a climax right then and there. At that point, it stopped being fun for me, because I realized that he no longer had my best interest at heart. For all I knew, one day he'd just up and decide that my cumming days were in the past, and that I was now going to be his perpetually chaste boy toy. We broke up soon after, and for a short while, I thought that would be the end of it. But my ex stayed one step ahead of me. He returned the device's key to the company, with instructions that they hold onto it until my new owner came to claim it."
"That's... intense. I think I said that earlier. It's more true now, though. Very, very... intense. I'm so sorry."
"I appreciate that, but I really am here just to have a good time with you. This is a problem of my own making, so please don't feel too bad for me. And now, with that whole crazy explanation behind us, how about you and me head to your bedroom and we play a couple rounds of 'hide the mouse cock'?
"Wait wait, just hold up a tick. So you're saying you can't get off until you find a new key holder?"
"Well, that's the long and short of it, I suppose, but I'm not trying to pressure you into anything here. Other than, between my cheeks, that is. I'm going to have a fun time even if I'm still a bit... ancy, at the end. Just think of the bright side: I'll be good to go a second round the moment you are."
"I'll... I'll do it."
"I'm not sure I follow. Do what, now?"
"I'll be your key holder."
"That's... a big decision, John. You really should take some time to think about it. You know, sleep on it some. Take a week, and consider it."
"Another week that you'll be in agony."
"That's putting it a tad dramatically. I used to like chastity play, remember? And probably still would, if things didn't become a bit too hardcore for my tastes. But it's more a mixed bag than anything else. There are some days when I don't even think about it."
"Truthfully? You don't expect me to believe that it's not on your mind all the time?"
"Okay, so I sugar coated that part a little. Yes, I think about it a frequently. Or a lot. Or constantly. But it's my problem to deal with, and you shouldn't have to take on some stranger's baggage."
"You make it sound like I'm giving up a kidney, here. What could they possibly want me to do that would be so bad that I'd decide not to become your key holder?"
"Look, if tomorrow you're still game, then we'll talk about it. But right now, I worked hard today to seduce myself a sexy mouse, and I want my payout. So, I'm going to come over there, take off your pants, and go down on you. And the only thing I want to hear out of you are moans and maybe a 'thank you' or two."
Before John could object, the beefy lion was on his knees in front of the more mature mouse, making short work of the fastenings keeping him from his intended target. With the button and zipper undone, Tyler pulled down on either side of the pants' waistband to get a good look at the only pair of cock and balls that would actually be reaching fulfillment tonight. While he had intended to simply take the banker's dick immediately into his mouth, when the lion got a first look at his dance partner for this evening, he couldn't help but awkwardly pause for a moment.
Unsure how to interpret the surprised look Tyler's face, John asked, "Umm, is there a problem?"
"What are you, like five and a half feet... and less than one hundred fifty pounds?"
"Somewhere around there, more or less... why do you ask?"
"Because you have a porn star sized cock, that's why! This thing must measure in at over eight inches long. And it's not exactly skinny, either."
"Err, sorry about that! You don't have to take it all... or even most of it, I mean. So it's not that big a deal, right? You can just suck on the tip if you want and jerk me off. That'd be really nice."
"You've been nothing but sweet and unbelievably understanding with me since we met. And before I get to work on this slab of prime-cut meat, I want you to know that I consider myself incredibly lucky to have run into you. So, please indulge me just a little longer as I pick you up, carry you to the bedroom, and get this guy balls deep inside of me." John couldn't help but little out a tiny squeak as the tall, muscle-covered lion stood up and 'helped' him finish undressing by tearing off the rest of his clothing before sweeping the mouse up into both arms, like one might imagine a fireman would. "I'm not sure where I'm heading, beau, so you'll need to point the way."
Despite earlier's unexpected revelation, John was now feeling completely swept up in the romance, as he wrapped his arms around the lion's neck and said, "Just down the hall, up the stairs, and then it's the last door on the right."
Taking large, sweeping steps, Tyler was already on the move before his date finished speaking. After navigating the stairs with a bit more care, the pair reached the bedroom door. Leaning over a little, the lion allowed John to turn the doorknob, granting them access. Not bothering to shut the door behind them, Tyler laid his lover down in the middle of the bed and immediately set to work by crouching on the mattress, leaning over, and finally taking John's generously sized cock into his muzzle.
Upon hearing the resulting moans from the recipient of his oral attention, the lion felt a not-entirely-expected feeling of gratification. He'd gone into this certain of his skill with his tongue, lips, and throat, but something about the innocent way John expressed his pleasure made this time feel special to Tyler. Maybe it was the way that the mouse wasn't sure what to do with his hands: one paw gripping the sheets while the other one grabbed a fistful of the lion's mane. Or perhaps it his feet -- both rhythmically clenching and unclenching in sync, like two little stress valves for dissipating nervous energy that would otherwise have nowhere to go. Tyler's favorite part, he decided, was the mouse's short, tentative pelvic thrusts. Whereas some alpha/top-dog types might have already insisted that the lion's lips be wrapped around the very base of their shaft, John's mostly-restrained hip movement seemed to be the non-verbal equivalent of a request, as opposed to a demand. Tyler could easily imagine what the banker might say if he attempted to put that request into words: 'Pl-please... sir... just a... another inch or two... maybe?'
John, on the other hand, was obvious to the countless ways he was endearing himself to the lion. The simple reason being that he was lost in sensations that he would find near impossible to describe, if later pressed to. Never had he felt such exquisite pleasure prior to this glorious moment. The mouse might have been blessed with over eight inches of highly-sensitive flesh, but truthfully those extra inches never did him much good. The little sexual experimentation that John had engaged in during his youth was largely focused on his other assets, such as his mouth, and his hole.
While most of John's past lovers would volunteer only a only a minute or two of obligatory licking and sucking on the very tip of his length, from the mouse's perspective it seemed that no top wanted to spend any more time than was strictly necessary acknowledging a length that it was larger than their own. Similarly, the mouse had the misfortune of encountering a couple bottoms who had apparently selected him based on their expectation of a far smaller offering, from a person of his particular height and frame size. Upon seeing what they'd unintentionally volunteered to take on, they had sheepishly offered up a handjob instead. As shy as John was, this series of casual liaisons left him a bit of a complex regarding his own above average length. So much so, that even when he masturbated he tended to focus on just the top few inches of his member. But tonight, the sum of all these events was reaching a seismic conclusion as Tyler went far beyond merely acknowledging the full length of the mouse's dick. Truly, what the lion was doing could best be described as full on cock worship.
Seeing no reason to hurry, Tyler made every attempt to draw out John's pleasure for as long as possible. Enjoying this particular sexual act more than any other in the previous year or more, the lion indulged himself by letting his smooth tongue become familiar with every square inch of sensitive flesh available to him. Even (or rather, especially) the mouse's balls were not spared from this attention. Humorously, as soon he took both balls along with their protective sack in mouth, the mouse's hands finally decided where they needed to be, with both hands arriving to firmly grip either side of Tyler's head -- paws resting on cheekbones with thumbs on forehead.
"Oohhh! Please... please! Oh, Tyler.... please!"
Unsure whether his lover was beginning him to slow down or speed up his tongue's gyrations, Tyler opted for the 'more is better' perspective and commenced and all-out attack on the rodent's family jewels. The response was immediate and predictable, and so the nurse was prepared for it. Feeling John's right hand leave his face, he immediately moved to grab the paw before it could reach its intended destination of the mouse's currently attention deprived rod.
"Tyler! Please! I'm so close!"
Letting John's sack fall out of his mouth with a delightfully wet sound, Tyler answered, "You can cum when you're buried under my tail. So, are you ready for the second act, or would you like another ten or fifteen minutes of this, love?"
Making a pitiful face as he was forced to come down from the edge, John's breathless reply was a straightforward, "Lube and condoms are on the dresser..."
"Thanks, beau. I'll take you up on the lube, but let's skip the condom. Don't worry -- I get tested all the time, so I'm clean."
Moving quickly, before John's willpower failed him and he tried to take matters into his own hand again, Tyler fetched the bottle of lube and began pouring a generous coating of the slick liquid all over the mouse's member. Then, without saying another word, the lion got down on his knees facing the bed's headboard, and rested his weight on his shoulders while his hands reached back to spread his cheeks in an impossible to miss invitation.
Initially unsure how to approach this situation, the white furred, big eared mouse go onto his knees and shuffled over until he was directly behind the brawny nurse, dick nestled between bottom's ass cheeks.
Sensing hesitation on the part of his most recent top, Tyler reached back with his right arm until he felt his fingers come in contact with John's lubricated girth. Taking it in hand, he positioned the tip so that it was pressing right up against his puckered hole. "Just press forward, beau. Let your instincts take over." Horny and inexperienced, the rodent did just that, abruptly cramming three long inches past the lion's tightened ring of muscles before any further advice could be dispensed.
Normally, this wouldn't have been a particular big deal for the sexually active lion. However, as luck had it, nothing larger than a finger had allowed up his rear for the last couple months, to ensure a highly pleasurable ride for this partner. As Tyler felt his hole burn painfully with the forceful stretching, he was glad that he was facing away from the mouse so that John couldn't see his face, which was currently contorted in pain.
Seeing Tyler's musculature tense up, John asked, "Was that... too fast?" with a touch of alarm in his voice.
Struggling to keep his voice even and calm, Tyler managed, "No, babe, you're doing great. Just... keep going. You feel... amazing."
Feeling relieved, the thirty six year old banker immediately set to feeding his remaining length into the hole that lay between his dreamy date's well shaped buttocks. Doing his best to cope with the pain, Tyler reached under his stomach and began lightly stroking his piercing-studded length. It was usually a bad idea to let himself get too worked up, but in this case he was desperate for something to keep his mind off the cruise missile that was being crammed into him.
At last, to Tyler's extreme relief, John's thrusting halted as he felt his sheath made contact, signaling the fact that the entirety of his cock was buried in the silky embrace of the lion's ass.
Though the lion would have preferred to wait, holding that position until his muscles adjusted even a little to the sizeable intruder, years of training kicked in as he panted out, "Oh John, your big cock feels so good! Please -- don't stop! Fuck me hard, stud. Breed me good!"
Completely new to concept of dirty talk, John took the nurse's comments at face value, meaning he did precisely what was asked of him: he fucked the lion hard. Oblivious to any possible pain or consequences, the mouse pistoned his cock in and out of Tyler like a champ. For a moment, every shred of insecurity or hesitation was abandoned by the traditionally meek banker, as he fed the bottom his fattened inches as fast as his hips would allow.
Realizing that the rodent was moving up to unreasonable speeds, Tyler fell back on one of the first tricks he'd learned during training, when they began to insist that he take men up his rear that he would have otherwise passed on, if given the option. He knew that he couldn't help but cry out. That was a given, under the circumstances. But a while back he figured out that if he stayed focused, he could control he shouted while crying out. "Ohh, ace, you're a beast! Teach that hole who's boss -- fuck it raw! Shit! Oh fuck!! Fuck your kitty! Yea -- fuck me!"
For a while, stroking his own length helped to keep his focus off the pain. But within a few minutes, Tyler sucked in air between clenched teeth as he realized that he was going to have to give up on that tactic, as the metallic studs began buzzing a painful warning that an unpermitted orgasm was drawing too near. Slowly, and with regret, the lion let his own length drop out of his hand and instead focused performing rhythmic breathing.
All the while, John was in the midst of his personal nirvana. The lion's hole clenched him just right, as if two of them were made to fit together perfectly. As he felt himself reach glorious conclusion, the mouse recalled the lion's prickly, unwelcoming member, and so fought the instinct to provide a reach around for his partner (like he'd seen in the various pornos he owned). Instead, he reached out and sought one of Tyler's pierced nipples. Locating it just in time, the thoughtful mouse began playing with the lanced tit, attempting to share even a fraction of the blinding pleasure that was burning through him like a solar flare with the lion.
Not sure what to say as his climax ripped through his body and out his boned-up, lube-slick member, John moaned out the first thing that occurred to him. "I... I'm, uh, breeding you, kitty!!" Continuing to thrust, the banker seeded Tyler's hole with jet after jet of creamy mouse semen, until eventually coming to a shuddering halt as he leaned on lover's strong back for support.
Feeling the added weight, the lion lowered both sweaty men onto the bed, as they both fought to catch their breath. John, throbbing member still buried deeply into his fantasy date's ass, continued to lightly tweak the lion's nipple, before whispering softly, "I'll do it. I'll be your key holder. Whatever you need."
As Tyler laid his hand over John's in a gesture of sincere gratitude, he heard a short hiss of static as the micro-transceiver in his ear kicked on, which said only three words before falling silent again.
"Acceptable performance, Pussycat."
To be continued, in part 2.