Welcome aboard kid
Welcome aboard kid.
A Turkish Angora was standing in front of a door. His only garment was a towel wrapped around his waist. He was of medium height and of thin body. His almond eyes were deep blue, and his long white fur gave him a graceful mien.
That same morning was when the marketing department president told Birne about his plans of including him into his most recent project. Even though the cat never had to deal with him directly, he was aware of Mr. Zucchi fame as an eccentric guy. And yet, telling him to go after work to certain bathhouse a couple of streets from the office sounded very strange. Probably Mr. Zucchi just wanted to get to know him better before starting the project the next day, and for that he had chosen a place where they could talk openly and without formalities.
But that didn't explain why the head of the marketing department had chosen a place where they had to be naked. Even if he didn't want to think badly, Birne couldn't help but think for a second that Mr. Zucchi cited him in such place with undignified intentions. The cat decided to take it easy and think it coolly. No one said they both would be alone in that sauna room; maybe Mr. Zucchi invited all the other members of the project too.
"There you are, Mr. Helene!" A deep but enthusiastic voice drew the cat out of his interior monologue.
When Birne looked back, he found a tall and muscular lion standing behind him, he was at least a head taller than the cat, his fur was buff-yellow colored and slightly lighter around his maw, chest, abdomen and inner thighs, his mane was of a dark-brown tone, and his round eyes had a lemon-yellow tint. "M-Mr. Zucchi." The first thing the Angora noticed after meeting with the big cat was that he wasn't wearing a towel; in fact, he was wearing nothing at all. "Did he go into the hall like that?" Birne didn't know what to think or what to say before such situation. The next thing that caught the cat's attention was the pair of kiwi-sized testicles hanging between the lion's tights.
"Were you looking for me?" The cat knew that was a stupid question but he needed to say something, and keeping looking at his superior in the eyes.
"Yes, I was," answered the lion. "You'll see, this bathhouse was built using a strange feng-shui, and this is the first time you visit this place, so I anticipated that you would end up getting lost. But who would say it? You arrived at the sauna on the first try."
"Can I feel proud of myself for exceeding your expectations, Mr. Zucchi?" joked the Angora.
"It's okay, I'm not underestimating you," responded the big cat. "But more importantly, just call me Faenz."
"Only if you call me Birne." It was strange for Birne to talk so naturally with someone that he just met, but he supposed that it was due to the lion's natural charisma.
"Come on Birne, I want you to meet the rest of the team." The big cat grabbed the Turkish Angora by the shoulder and took him inside the sauna room.
Inside, there were five males sitting on the L-shaped bench, a boar, a German shepherd, a pronghorn, a tiger and a rabbit. They all seemed uncomfortable on their seats, some disguised it better than others, but the one that most obvious was with his discomfort, was the rabbit sitting farther away from the door. He was inclined forward with his legs open; he had one hand resting on the edge of the bench and had the other tucked under his towel. And moreover, judging by his face, it seemed he would burst into tears at any moment.
"All right everybody, this guy is Birne Helene, the creative I told you about this morning. Now then Birne, let me introduce you to the rest." After closing the door, Faenz held the cat by the shoulders and started naming the other males from left to right, starting with the boar. "Robert Chow, product manager; Adrian Schnapps, advertising director; Harry Beigerl, the public relations manager; Tristan Edwin Dunkin, market research; and finally but not less important, Jackson Musse; our promotion director."
None of them paid close attention to the greetings; they all seemed still very comfortless. Birne did not know what was going on with them, but he no longer felt so calm with to Mr. Zucchi standing so close behind him. In an attempt to avoid any eccentric behavior from his superior, the cat turned towards the big cat and continued the conversation in a professional tone. "So, about this new campaign..."
"We can get into that topic tomorrow," the lion interrupted him. "Now there's something really important I want to ask you." Despite not having lost his cheerful expression, Mr. Zucchi suddenly looked really intimidating. "Yes or not, do you have what it takes to make this project?"
In spite of already knowing how to answer that kind of question, Birne had his doubts about what the marketing department president would expect him to say. So with an assertive voice and the most confident smile he could draw, he said "Yes, I do."
"Well said," responded the lion leaning forward.
The Angora's poised expression changed into one of surprise when his superior slipped his hand under his towel and firmly held his velvety walnut-sized testicles in his right hand. "Welcome to the team!"
The smaller feline was still shocked by the sudden intrusion in his nether regions, but he refused to be overwhelmed by the lion in front of him. So, acting almost instinctively, he reached out and tightly wrapped his hand around Mr. Zucchi's scrotum. "Thank you very much, you won't be disappointed."
It was a whimper from the rabbit behind him what allowed the cat to return to his senses and realize the bizarre situation he was facing, and what would happen next. All the other team members not only felt uncomfortable, they were sore. They had gone through the same thing a few minutes before the Angora arrived. And at that precise moment, it was his turn. It wasn't going to be pleasant, and it wasn't going to be easy either, but by taking into account what he had said and the place where he had his hand, there was no going back.
Birne stood as erect as he could, when he felt Mr.zucchi hold turning into a vicious squeeze. With his eyes crossed, the cat lowered his head, but immediately afterwards, he looked up and fixed his eyes on his superior. The smaller feline tried to tighten his grip on the lion's gonads, but he found difficult to hold both in one hand. So he chose to ensure his grip on the left one.
The large feline gritted hi teeth when Birne dug his fingers into his nut-flesh, and still, he looked very eager about it. Without further ado the lion applied even more force on Birne's fragile organs. A faint groan escaped the Angora's throat while he struggled to maintain eye contact. The cat was very weakened by the pain to squeeze harder, so he chose the next thing he could do to apply more pressure on the lion's organ, pulling down.
Mr. Zucchi's face flinched for a second, but he regained his keen expression shortly afterwards. Without easing his grip, the lion responded digging his thumb in the cat's right ball, not with enough pressure to open a wound with his claw, but it was more than enough to send waves of nauseous pain through the smaller feline's body.
With his knees shut together, his pelvis thrown rearwards and his jaw trembling, it didn't seemed that the cat was tugging down his superior's cub-maker but that he was holding on to it. The poor Angora was in agony, and still he refused to lose what was left of his composure.
And out of nowhere, with the same ease that he started it all, the lion released his subordinate's aching balls. The cat took longer to let go his superior's abused gonad, but in the end, he did it without causing it any more harm.
"You got a good grip son," said the big cat, almost coughing. "Easily you are the one who greeted me most strongly." Mr. Zucchi grabbed Birne by the shoulder and helped him to get to the bench.
"Thanks you sir... I mean Faenz," responded the Angora in a weepy tone. "You have a firm grip too."