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Dominic sighed as he finished his book, returning it back up to the small shelf behind him. The ferret leaned back slightly, resting into the warm, soft walls that surrounded him. It had been shorter than he had expected, and he still had at least an hour left to kill before Richard was finished work for the day. If he’d have known the book was so short then he’d have brought another, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now. At least he’d brought some pens and paper.

The ferret reached for the shelf again, grabbing some paper and a clipboard to rest them on. He accidentally tugged on the two rings that held the shelf in place and winced. Sure enough, he felt the sheath around him shudder, and a little pressure applied from outside as Richard’s hand likely came down and rubbed around his crotch.

“Sorry,” he muttered beneath his breath, knowing that Richard wouldn’t be able to hear him.

The ring piercings Richard had gotten around his sheath had been so useful for Dominic, providing some support for the few items the ferret cock could use throughout the day to keep him from being bored. A small, rechargeable light had been fitted, as well as the shelves that allowed him to bring books and the like. Miniaturisation technology had been a great help, as it allowed Dominic to bring things that would otherwise have been ludicrously big for him.

For an hour, Dominic scribbled down some notes on the stories he had planned. Of course, he couldn’t do too much about the kinky adventures he wanted to write, he couldn’t risk getting himself too aroused while Richard was at work. It was at times a difficult situation to manage, but Dominic was getting better at it.

Scribbling away on his notepad, he ended up with a few pages of notes before he noticed Richard moving around a bit more. Dom had forgotten his watch in the morning, so he wasn’t sure exactly what time it was, but it had to be close to Richard’s finishing time now. Dominic was glad he didn’t have to deal with any of the admin work Richard had to endure, but it gave him time and opportunity to read and write, so he was glad of that at least. If Richard had a more active job, he’d be jostled around too much to focus.

Returning the notepad back to its shelf, Dominic then stretched his arms out, his hands brushing against the inside of the sheath before curling his fingers around the thick lip. He could feel Richard shudder again, as well as the pulse of blood rushing through his body that warned of imminent arousal. The ferret cock smirked and licked his lips, before settling down again. There would be time for that later.

His hands slipped back inside the sheath and he switched off the small light, noticing it was starting to flicker as the battery began to run down. He was plunged into near-total darkness, but he was used to that. There was the slightest hint of light coming down from outside the sheath, small pinpricks shining through the small gaps in Richard’s trouser zip, and then further filtered through his boxer shorts.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, resting his head into the soft warmth of Richard’s sheath. He could feel the vibrations of every step as Richard walked, and then sat on the train for a while. A dull ache was starting to build in the base of his body, a familiar need that had nothing at all to do with arousal. It was starting to get insistent by the time he felt the rumbling of the train cease and Richard began to walk again.

Finally, Dom heard Richard’s front door opening and closing, that familiar creaking of the frame loud enough for Dominic to hear even through Richard’s clothes. Almost immediately the light increased in Dom’s sheath as Richard stripped out of his trousers.

Dominic didn’t need any further encouragement. Eager to be out of his sheath, he used the small rings to tug himself out, before reaching up and grabbing hold of the elastic waistband on Richard’s underwear. He pulled himself free, emerging from his sheath and letting Richard’s underwear press back down against his base, just around the opening of his sheath. It wasn’t too comfortable for him, but until the ferret removed them completely, it was the best Dom could do.

Cold air rushed over Dom as Richard opened the fridge door. Dom tugged on the ferret’s shirt and hid behind it to protect himself from the chill.

“Get much reading done today?” Richard asked as he lazily searched through the fridge, trying to find something to eat.

Dom peeked through a couple of the shirt buttons. “Finished the book. Was alright, but a bit short. Not sure I’ll try that author again,” he replied. He shifted slightly and leaned back into Richard’s stomach fuzz. The pressure beneath his base was unrelenting. “I, uh. Did you want to go before you decide on dinner?”

Richard’s hand scratched through his shirt, tightening the fabric and pulling it across Dom’s body. The ferret cock twitched. “Yeah, good idea,” Richard muttered, letting the fridge door swing closed again.

Staying hidden in the shirt, Dom leaned back into Richard as the ferret moved from the kitchen and into the single bedroom of their small apartment. Discarded trousers were simply tossed onto the bed, and a few moments later the harsh glare of light reflecting off white tiles reached Dom’s eyes, even through the shirt.

Richard slipped his boxers down and kicked them aside, before lazy fingers sought out Dom’s body. Tugging the cock down, Dom was aimed towards the porcelain bowl of the toilet. The ferret cock closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, letting his body do what was natural to a cock. The pressure at his base built up a little more as Richard’s muscles worked, then the acrid taste of urine filled his mouth. Keeping his mouth open, he let it pour down to the bowl, letting Richard aim his body properly.

Finally, Dom coughed up the last few drops and spat them out. Richard handed him the corner of a towel so he could wipe his mouth, before filling a small cup with mouthwash. That too was passed down to the ferret cock, and he swirled it around his mouth and gargled to get rid of the taste of piss. Dom spat it into the toilet, letting Richard flush.

“You need to drink more water,” Dom observed, running his tongue around his now-minty fresh mouth.

“Yeah, I know, I know,” Richard replied with a sigh. It was a common argument between the two.

“Hey, if you had to taste it, you’d have double what you have already,” Dom countered, before leaning back into the ferret’s chest.

As it always was, Richard’s next argument was simply a tickle to Dom’s chin. The result was instant; the ferret cock groaning and closing his eyes, hands clenching and grabbing a small bit of fur in each fist. “Ah, fuck,” the ferret cock whispered. Richard rumbled in appreciation, slowly running his finger over the body of his cock. The ferret spent a few moments teasing Dom, before he removed his fingers and starting stripping out of his shirt.

The ferret was almost always naked at home. Not only was there no one else to worry about watching in on them, but it also meant Dom wasn’t restricted inside any clothes. It was bad enough for the ferret cock that he needed to be hidden away in public. In private, he wanted to be out of Richard’s sheath as much as possible.

Dom retreated back into the darkness for a few moments, unclipping the small shelf and light from the ring piercings. He handed it all up to Richard, who placed them all on the bedside table. There was a small set-up there for charging the light. The miniaturised items had been created largely for use by micro-furs, but they proved particularly useful for Dom as well.

The sheath cleared out, there was no more reason for Dom to slip inside for the rest of the evening. The ferret cock clung onto Richard’s fur to keep himself nicely balanced, giving him a good view of the kitchen counter as the ferret prepared his dinner. There was little he could do to help, given his position and diminutive reach. There were times he wished he could do more around the house, but the two were usually happy with their arrangement.

“You haven’t put any salt in,” Dom pointed out, interrupting the ferret’s cooking.

Richard grunted in response. Without saying anything, he added some salt to the sauce he was cooking and gave it a stir, before patting Dom’s head gently. The ferret then put a bit of the cooking sauce onto a small spoon and passed it down to Dom. “That taste good to you?”

Blowing on the spoon to cool the sauce down, Dom waited a couple of moments before lapping up a small amount. Though some minty flavour from the mouthwash still lingered on his tongue, he eagerly licked up the Bolognese sauce. He let it linger in his mouth for a few moments before swallowing, an act that made Richard hiss and groan, gripping the countertop in one hand.

“Needs more pepper,” the ferret cock said, letting go of the spoon and letting Richard carry on. He rubbed his belly and grinned, feeling the warmth of the food settling in what substituted as his stomach. Neither were sure exactly what happened to any food Dom ate, but it caused no ill-effects so Richard was happy to let his cock taste more than just piss and cum.

Richard huffed as he added some more pepper to the sauce, before letting it bubble away. The pasta was easy at least. Water, a pinch of salt, then boil. It was a simple meal, but when only one of them needed to eat, it was something that could be used for multiple meals.

When it was all prepared, Richard dished up his meal and left the rest to cool down before he could put it in the freezer. He then ambled through to the lounge and sat down on the couch, placing his hot bowl on the small table at the side. He started to eat as he switched the television on, putting on the football match that had just started playing. Dom focused on the match while Richard ate and checked some missed notifications on his phone, the ferret occasionally giving his cock a small spoonful of food as well.

A small warmth was starting to build at the base of Dom’s body, one that had little to do with the small scraps of food he was eating. It was in part a result of the cheers the ferret cock was giving as he watched the game, letting the adrenaline of the sport course through his simple body, but also because of Richard’s wandering hand as it lightly rubbed their balls.

The ferret had finished eating. One hand rested on his belly, the other on his balls. He smiled down at the ferret cock, whose enthusiasm for the match was starting to wane as that warmth continued to grow. Slowly, Richard’s hand moved down from his belly to lightly stroke Dom.

With a whimper, Dom leaned back and rested back on Richard’s belly. For a cock, he was pretty large and proud of it. From sheath to the top of his head he was just short of nine inches, and he possessed a pair of weighty balls between Richard’s legs. That meant there was more of him for Richard to enjoy.

Almost lazily, Richard stroked his fingers over Dom’s body. Now the roles were reversed: the ferret paying more attention to the match while his cock whimpered as his sensitive body was teased. There was little Dom could do. His body was pinned beneath Richard’s hand, and he couldn’t move his arms at all as they fell by his side, pleasure overloading his mind.

“Oh… please, more…” Dom panted, his tongue hanging from his muzzle. There was a little wetness around his mouth already, pre starting to well in his mouth.

Richard smirked down at Dom, not changing the pace of his stroking at all. “No, I think you can make it through to full time.” There was only the slightest amount of breathiness on his voice to betray the arousal the two shared.

Dominic could barely open his eyes, looking towards the television with blurred vision to see how long that was. Including the half time break, still over an hour to go. He whimpered and shook his head, one heavy arm lifting up and starting to rub over his belly, just beneath Richard’s fingers.

The ferret immediately felt those extra touches and shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he muttered, leaning over to reach for something on the table at the other side of the couch.

Dominic whined softly, knowing exactly what was coming. Richard’s fingers were forceful yet gentle as the ferret took hold of his cocks arms, pinning them behind his back and securing them with an armbinder. The rough treatment made Dom whimper a little more, but Richard knew just how much pressure to place to avoid bringing any premature end to their fun.

With his cock bound and unable to stimulate himself, Richard returned to lying down on the sofa. His head turned to the side to watch the football, his right hand lazily stroked over the whimpering Dom, ignoring his pleas to go faster.

Every inch of Dom’s body tingled with pleasure. His balls twitched and throbbed, a deep ache settling in them as he was denied his full release. Every part of his body longed for it, blood pounding in his ears with every beat of Richard’s heart. But he could do nothing to edge closer, his arms bound behind his back and his body’s movements controlled by the ferret’s hand.

The minutes slowly trickled by. Each one felt like an hour as pre dribbled from Dom’s mouth. He didn’t even try to contain it, hoping that the constant drooling encouraged Richard to go faster. He never did; instead keeping the same, languid pace. His shoulders twisted as he tried to squirm beneath the ferret’s fingers, but whenever he did so, Richard just moved his hand away.

“Come on, please,” Dom whined, but his protest was rewarded by a finger on his lips.

“It’s only halftime,” Richard replied. He gave his ferret cock a quick squeeze with his hand, before letting go of the squirming body entirely. “And I need a drink.”

Dom panted and hung down between Richard’s legs as the ferret got up from the couch and headed back to the kitchen. His arousal was very slowly going down as the constant stimulation ceased, but the salty drool continued to drip into his muzzle fur. The ferret cock barely paid any attention as Richard got a drink of water and prepared the leftover food into Tupperware containers. His body swayed back and forth as the ferret walked around, and he kept trying to nuzzle his head into Richard’s thighs, but the ferret seemed to know exactly where to place his legs so the cock couldn’t quite reach.

The half time break was fifteen minutes of relief and torture for Dom. It was a break from the constant stimulation, but it was also fifteen minutes of no release. He barely spoke as the ferret pottered around, cleaning a few things up from dinner. His mouth was too full of pre to get any words out properly anyway.

Eventually the match was ready to begin again. With his hand already on his squirming ferret cock, Richard returned to the couch and stretched his legs out. He took a few minutes to settle down and get comfortable, his hand just resting on Dom and not even rubbing.

Slowly, Richard started to return to his previous slow pace. It felt divine to the tortured ferret cock, any amount of stimulation sending his mind into raptures. He coughed up pre and moaned, his bound arms tensing against his back. If he was to hope that Richard would keep picking up the pace, then he was soon left to whine as the ferret never went faster than a stroke every few seconds, never enough to reach orgasm.

The second half passed by even slower than the first to the ferret cock’s pleasure craved mind. He didn’t even hear the commentary, even though Richard never lowered the volume. Absolutely nothing met his awareness but for the touch of the ferret’s hand on his body and the constant thump-thump of the heartbeat coursing through his aroused form. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else could matter. It was his purpose, after all.

Dom’s chest fur was matted down with pre, a near constant flow drooling from his mouth. His balls ached for release, and he was sure Richard was feeling the same need. The ferret’s heartbeat was quickening in his ears, breaths starting to become ragged. The ferret cock didn’t know how long it was until full time, but Richard was starting to lose control of their arousal.

Swallowing a mouthful of pre, Dom groaned and arched his wet chest up to press into Richard’s hand. This time, the ferret didn’t pull away, instead starting to grip a little tighter, to stroke a little faster.

Dom’s eyes flickered open. He stared up at Richard, who was smiling down at him with a mixture of lust and love in his eyes. The ferret licked his lips before closing his eyes and leaning back, an expression Dom mimicked as best he could with Richard’s hand stroking up his body.

The match was completely forgotten now as the ferret played with his cock, rapidly building towards and orgasm that had been building for nearly two hours. Neither could prevent it now, even if they wanted to.

Dom’s moans were soon silenced as the build up of pre in his mouth was too much to keep clearing. His whole body was aflame with arousal, all the way from his base deep inside Richard’s sheath to the tip of his flicking ears. He couldn’t remember ever wanting to cum so bad.

He could feel it building low in his base. It started as a tingle, before building to a powerful pressure like a swelling inside the sheath. The ferret cock gritted his teeth and arched his back, keeping his mouth closed as though he struggled to contain it. His body throbbed, every pulse of blood a pounding in his ears.

Time stretched. Richard’s hand squeezed that little bit tighter. Cum welled up deep within Dom, feeling like it was slowly trickling higher and higher. A surge of pleasure ripped through him, and that was it. Nothing could hold them back. Richard’s hand stroked a little harder and Dom arched his head back and opened his mouth.

A jet of hot cum poured from his mouth, painting a streak of white against Richard’s chest fur. Another followed right after, and then another. It felt like there was no end to the ferret’s seed, and Dom could think of nothing else but release it. The ferret’s hand around his waist provided some support, and his head jerked from side to side a little, spreading the streaks of cum.

As their orgasm came to a slow completion, Dom coughed up the last few spurts of cum that lingered in his throat. His head then collapsed into Richard’s matted fur as he let out a low, contented groan.

Richard’s fingers squeezed around his waist again, making the ferret cock blearily open his eyes. “Look at that,” the ferret said with a sigh. “You made it to full time.”

Dom weakly chuckled. He hadn’t even realised the television was still on, let alone where in the match it was. He squinted towards the screen, and sure enough they were conducting the post-match interviews. His time had won. He weakly cheered, before settling his head back down.

Richard started to rub him again, making his body tingle with spent pleasure. It was a loving, gentle rub. “Do you want a mint?” the ferret asked.

Dom’s ears flicked. “Mmm, no thank you,” he murmured. The orgasm had shorn him of his alertness, making him feel incredibly sleepy. Already, Richard’s sheath was starting to feel like an attractive place, just curling up inside that soft warmth.

Feeling his cock’s tiredness, Richard chuckled softly and rubbed Dom’s cheek. “Come on you. Let’s get cleaned up before you get sheathed.”

Dom mumbled a quiet reply, kissing Richard’s fingers as they rubbed over his face. He was as matted with cum as Richard was, so he clung to the ferret’s fingers to keep him unsheathed as the ferret took them to the shower.

Not once did the ferret cock’s giddy, sleepy smile leave his face.

Being a cock was fucking awesome, and he wouldn’t ever want to change that.