Wine Tasting
Barnaby pulled open the cabinet door and shuffled through its contents until his fingers wrapped around the thin stem of a wine glass. Although the new butler wasn't supposed to be drinking the master's wine, he felt like a sip or two of an already opened bottle wouldn't hurt. The brown furred ferret looked both ways and peered down the halls for any signs of a voyeur waiting to catch him in the act before finally taking a bottle of opened pinot noir and pouring out a tall glass. The butler sipped the red beverage noisily as he aerated the liquid in his mouth. He savored the fruity taste and floral undertones before noticing a red splotch on the collar of his white shirt. The mustelid panicked, chugging down the rest of the wine before making a dash over to the sink to wash out the little pink stain.
Down the stairs in the cellar, the new head chef has just discovered that they were out of the master's favorite wine for making the perfect roast. This green furred ferret studies the labels for an alternative carefully before reminding himself they always kept a spare stored upstairs near the Master's room. With a broad genuine smile he quickly hustles up the stairs to get the last bottle.
Meanwhile, Barnaby could hear the footsteps scampering up the stairway as he anxiously rubs the stain with a wet cloth. The ferret momentarily stopped his cleaning to run to the opposite side of the room and slam the door shut, propping the door closed with a chair. With the threat of being discovered taken care of, the butler returned his attentions to the stain on his shirt. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he noticed the stain had not dissipated but instead had grown larger! He groaned with self pity before deciding his best plan of action might be to change his clothes and take care of the stain later. He unbuttoned his jacket and pulled his arm out of one of the sleeves only to hear glass clunk against the table and a cool sensation wind down his pants leg. He poked his head over his shoulder to find the wine bottle tipped over and a steady stream of alcohol pouring down his pants.
Fuze, the chef arrived at the doorway to the kitchen where he kept the spare, but was perplexed to see the door wouldn't budge. "Probably just jammed again," he reasoned silently with himself, "These old mansions tend to have really bad doors. Slam them too hard, they get stuck." While he might have been one of the more recent employees, he had spent enough time in the house to know there was always more than one way into a room. He went over to the adjoining room hoping to find the alternative entrance. While the first room had no such luck, the green mustelid was determined to get that wine! He roamed through doorways, keeping in mind exactly where he must end up. Finally, he reached what he suspected to be the back door to the kitchen.
Barnaby on the other hand was too preoccupied with fixing his personal problems to remember the smaller inconspicuous door behind him. He rolled his eyes with a frustrated sigh before taking off his suit the rest of the way. He tugged at his bow tie and pried off the buttons of his shirt until his slender, brown-furred torso was exposed to the atmosphere of the room. Seeing as he'll need to be changing them anyways, he unzipped his slacks and stepped out of them one leg at a time, leaving the ferret dressed in nothing but tight-fitting pearly white briefs which clung to his pert buttocks and package. The ferret noticed the ever expanding puddle of wine on the floor and reluctantly concludes that he should wipe up his mess before sneaking out into the hallways. He grabbed a towel lying next to him on the counter and bent himself over to reach the puddle, raising up his tail to keep a steady balance as he wiped the floor.
Fuze abruptly swung the back door open just in time to see the other ferret mooning him in his underwear. He turns to the side table almost immediately with only the occasional sideways glance at the nearly naked male, "There's the burgundy!" he shouts, drawing the other ferret's attention to the fact he's no longer alone. The brown ferret nearly jumps out of his fur as the sound of Fuze's voice reaches his ears. In an effort to diffuse the tension in the air, the chef filled the awkward silence with as much small talk as possible. "Oh! You must be new here. That bottle was left open because it wasn't to the master's liking. I was going to throw it out eventually but never got around to it. Is it normal to be in your underwear when working in the kitchen? I know it gets hot in here, but I've never had to strip THAT much..."
The butler glanced at the chef with surprise followed by disdain before responding in a shrill tenor. "New?! Are you referring to me as 'new'?! I'll have you know I'm the butler of this household, the master of the servants!" He stood up straight, turned to face Fuze, and pointed his finger high in the air. "You should treat me with more respect!" he shouted before noticing his exposure and pulling his paws down to cover his crotch with embarrassment. The ferret searches desperately for the right words. "As for why I am almost naked... I-I can explain. I was... investigating why this wine was not- up to snuff before it spilled all over my clothing. I need to change clothes, so if you don't mind..." He waddles over to the doorway awkwardly before finding Fuze standing in the way.
"Oh! You're the one taking over after the previous butler retired. You're new- er... at least comparatively new. Apparently, some of the workers have been here for generations! Not me though. I've transferred from Bergerac as a cordon bleu." said Fuze to Barnaby, "You should be grateful to replace someone who knew the master as a child though. It's kind of strange that I've been here almost as long as you but I haven't seen you until now. At least, not up close...like this... Well, let's just say I've always been too busy preparing meals for the Master and his family."
Barnaby yawned and rolled his eyes with a huff before nudging Fuze to the side and sauntering down the hall toward his personal quarters, his clothes hanging delicately over his slender arms. His tail swayed from side to side in a sinusoidal motion counter to that of his sashaying hips while his nose poked proudly up in the air. Regardless of how little clothing the ferret wore, he was going to his room with every ounce of dignity he could muster.
Fuze shakes his head and closes his eyes after remembering they had always worked on completely different floors. Perhaps he had been too harsh on the ferret. He reaches out a hand and runs after Barnaby, trying his best to flag him down and apologize before he reaches his quarters. "Wait!" he shouts down the halls regardless of the angry hushes he got from fellow servants in their rooms, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for acting so brash. I don't think I've ever talked to you before. May have seen you once or twice while touring the home while you were here, but we never actually talked." He extends his paw just as the brown ferret reaches his room and says brightly between breaths "I'm fuze Fyregreen. And you?"
The butler just manages to open the door before the green mustelid can open his mouth. "My name is Barnaby Kane, but YOU should refer to me as sir," said the ferret flatly before closing the door without taking his fellow servant's hand. Now that he had his privacy again, he tossed his shirt and socks into his hamper and hangs his tuxedo and slacks on their hangers to take to the dry cleaner's. He shuffled through his other suits, shirts, and slacks desperately for something else to wear in the meantime since he had already worn his other suits earlier on in the week. After making a sizable pile of clothes on the floor, something soft and lightweight caught on his fingers. He lifted out the fabric with a curious raised brow before recognizing the pair of black lace briefs. He held the pair of underwear up with a fond smile and stretched the elastic waistband while he reminisced of all the naughty antics he got into with these dangling from his ankle or wrapped around his knees. The briefs were shaped to fit comfortably around a man's crotch though the lace added a certain feminine quality to it. Perhaps it was the androgyny of the garment that attracted him to it. The ferret holds them delicately in his hand until he made up his mind. He slipped out of his briefs quickly, with a fidgety excitement coursing through his body before jumping into the racier lingerie. Besides, the ferret had to change the rest of his wardrobe anyways, what was one more garment going to affect him?
Fuze felt even worse now, not sure what he did wrong. He rapped on the door gently while talking quietly, as if he was conversing with the door itself, "Look, I truely am sorry. Usually when commoners come by, they are supposed to address you as sir. But we both work under the same Master. Maybe I'm mistaken but I thought titles were only required when around Master and commoners. Also I kinda was caught off guard since I'm not used to seeing coworkers being naked. I wish you would forgive me... Is it alright if I come in, sir?"
Barnaby admired his reflection in the mirror, too entranced by his appearance to acknowledge Fuze from the other side of the door. He stretched his arms, wiggled his hips, and stared deeply into the mirror through half-shut eyelids as he concedes to his narcissistic tendencies.
Fuze was getting a little worried about the other ferret's well-being as he could hear quiet little giggles from outside the door. However, he was getting more impatient towards the disrespect and vanity Barnaby showed than anything. After a couple deep breaths and a gathering of his nerves, Fuze announced, "Alright...I'm coming in now!" Fuze opened the door to find, to his amazement, not an angry prude young butler, but instead a feminine young ferret admiring his own body in suggestive lace underwear. Fuze's face grew red gradually as his pants began to tighten around his crotch. "Um...is this a bad time?" he mutters sheepishly, "A moment ago you were angry, so... I just came in to give you an apology..."
Barnaby covered his chest and privates with his hands, raising one leg off the ground and turning to shield himself from Fuze's eyes. His tail even curled between his legs as his mouth hung open and blush rushed to his cheeks, causing a red shade to creep through his dense fur. "Y-yes this is a bad time!!" cried the butler dramatically in a squeaky tenor. However, his manner suddenly shifted as his bright grey eyes looked the green ferret over. Like a falcon searching for prey, he locks onto exactly what he needs to see: the bulge growing in the chef's pants. To know that his body was appreciated by another was enough to make the ferret blush not out of embarrassment, but out of arousal, and for a chain reaction to occur within the butler's loins. "Actually..." he coos in a syrupy tone, "Now that I really get to think about it, I feel like it's the perfect time for us to get to know one another." He inched closer and closer to the other ferret while his pink member poked against the semi-transparent paisley lace. He reached behind Fuze and slowly shut the door so that the two could better share some privacy together.
Quite astonished by the quick turn of events, Fuze fidgeted his fingers and stammered anxiously, "Um... if you insist? I mean- um... it's not like you're not attractive... I mean- no wait- I worded that wrong! I just wanted to say I um... Oh, crap!" Fuze became quite flustered and turned a pale green as he was soon trapped by the slender figure of Barnaby and all that came with him: his soft chest fur, his curvaceous hips, and cute butt. He felt his arousal stirring as he became stiff, both in terms of his body as well as his cock.
Barnaby looked up at the green ferret with a smirk and placed an index finger on the tip of Fuze's muzzle. "Oh, talking about ourselves just gets old after awhile. I was thinking we could speak through more... physical avenues," he said in a sultry whisper. He took the chef by the hand and pulled him close so that his front was plush with the butler's rear and his bulge was nested directly under the brown fluffy tail. Barnaby brushes it teasingly against the bulge and flicks the tip of it across Fuze's stomach before dragging Fuze with him to the king-sized bed. The scantily clad butler sprawled himself out on the bed lying on his back while he tugged at the elastic of his transparent briefs. The thick shaft was clearly outlined by the dark fabric contrasting with the bright pink flesh. He looked over to his companion with his intentions made clear by the way he licked his lips. He beckoned for the green ferret to join him with a motion of his finger and managed to imply without words that clothes are by no means necessary.
Fuze shuffled his feet but eventually came to his senses and joined Barnaby on the mattress. He laid beside him and held the ferret sensually, caressing his soft body with tickling gentle fingers as he pulled his pants down and rubbed his underwear against the other ferret's growing bulge. He could feel the butler's member throbbing against his own and with the two in such close contact it wasn't long before both were at full mast, nearly bursting out of the confines of their undergarment prisons.
Barnaby raised his legs into the air and ground himself around the other mustelid's crotch with a wiggle. He gradually revealed more and more of what he had to offer by dragging one strap of the lacey underwear down his thigh, exposing the shape of his hips and the sheen of his brown fur. His cock strains against the patterns of the lace, warping them into near unrecognizable shapes before finally the rest of his underwear slides down to his thighs. His arousal pops out of the lingerie with an audible slap against his belly while Barnaby continues to inch the clothing down to his ankles. Before long, he's able to whip the undergarments off and toss them to the floor, allowing Fuze to fully appreciate his fellow ferret's nude form. He curled onto his upper back to make an offering of his furry taint, pert cheeks, and the tight pink hole that laid between the valley. He held his perfectly groomed derriere up with his hands while his legs wrapped around Fuze's torso to bring his body closer until that cock poked at his tight warm entrance.
Fully embracing the warm wonder that was Barnaby, Fuze rested his head against the other's. Their eyes locked romantically as his arms wrapped around the butler's shoulders. His tip swells in anticipation to fuck the young butler, but it's the way the brown mammal's eyes shine in the sunlight, the subtle scent of lilac that hangs on the butler's fur, the way he writhes about in the soft sheets, and the way it makes his heart yearn that he truly loves. He would rather make sweet love slowly and let the moment last forever, bathing in the sunlight room and the shared lust between them, both of which were almost tangible at this point. The sunlight only warms their fur and makes the prospect of sharing each other's bodies even more inviting. It wasn't long before he gave into the temptation and dives his cock headlong into Barnaby's hole as he murmurs shyly, "Is... is this alright with you?"
Barnaby clenched around the intruding shaft, just as much an instinct as it was the butler's way of getting a feel for the shaft. He can sense the veins throb against his walls, the curves of the length, the girth, and the shape of the head all from constricting around the member as it slid deeper into his warm depths. He groaned as he squirmed about in the sheets, messing up his hair and wriggling himself around that thick cock like a joystick. He could feel the tip slide against his prostate, eliciting a feminine squeal and a strand of precome drooling down his cock. He whispered to Fuze between moans, "I don't know about you, but this exercise seems to suggest we fit together better than expected. What do you think? Want to put us to the real test?"
Fuze didn't respond with words, but rather he was entranced by how quickly Barnaby was overcome with lust. Knowing he was being given full permission to do whatever he pleased with the soft body below him made his cock feel that much more erect hilted inside the petite male. Fuze hunkered down closer to the other male as he bucked his hips in and out in a slightly awkward position. He rights himself by picking Barnaby up and setting him down on his lap, cock still buried in that tight sweet ass. Barnaby's cheeks provide the perfect cushion for Fuze to hump and thrust into and the butler seems to rise ever so slightly each time his cock presses against the prostate. The inviting warmth of the butler's body, the tightness squeezing around his cock, and the sight of his fellow male enjoying himself so much gives Fuze the encouragement he needed to pick up his pace.
Barnaby grabbed hold of Fuze's shoulders and held on for dear life as the chef gave him the ride of his life. He threw his head back with gleeful celebration and a raucous shout as that cock pelted his p-spot and sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing up his spine. His toes splay out as he bounced up and down in that lap, all the while trying his best to keep as much of that hard manhood stretching him out as possible. His own member trembled with arousal with each hilting. Barnaby then took it upon himself to reciprocate this affection by leaning in and dragging his tongue against Fuze's chest. He wrapped his arms around Fuze and held himself close while his muzzle delivered sensual kisses all over the other ferret's neck.
Fuze's breathing became more rapid alongside each thrust. As they increased regularly in tempo, each thrust into the soft ferret's rear was followed by a dull smack of balls slapping against the furred cheeks. He ran his paws down Barnaby's back and grabbed hold of his ass, not only to feel its firmness but also to grip it for better access with each thrust.
Barnaby put more of his weight down on his partner, allowing gravity to help him in his selfish endeavor to get as much cock as possible. He bounced up and down in the green ferret's lap, slowly at first but picking up pace with each thrust from his partner. His thick, fluffy tail wagged excitedly behind him, almost uncontrollably so as he was sent into a state of pure ecstasy. His dick was tense and barely moved save for the occasional tremble. It looked as if it could burst at any moment and all it needed was the proper trigger to send him over the edge.
Near the wall of climax, Fuze finally became exasperated with lust and shouted wildly, "Barnaby! I'm about to blow!" He hastily pulled Barnaby down over his body, as Fuze laid on his back and kissed the Butler lustfully before firing a thick load of semen up into the ferret's ass, claiming it as his own while feeling the warm fur of one meet with that of the other.
Barnaby's shaft gave one last powerful flinch before it burst forth rope after rope of warm seed onto the pair. It splashed onto Fuze's belly as the butler was pulled into the warm sensual kiss. He held himself close to the other male and basked in the comforting and warm sensation that is "after-glow". Finally, as his lust subsided he laid himself down next to the chef and rested his eyes. "You must forgive me, Mr. Fuze," he said politely. "I was mistaken after all. It's my pleasure to work alongside you. Do you know of any other wines that the master prefers NOT to drink? It'd be a shame if it ever went to waste."
Fuze smiled warmly before saying, "I always have a special bottle of port I save for personal romantic occasions. Care for a glass?"