The Incel Law
Jase Leighton violates the law that entitles certified incels (involuntary celibates) to sex. After his trial, he is executed by the incel he denied.
The Incel Law
By A. P. Damien
Public Law 537.2
Sect. 1. Full Title
An Act to relieve the distress of involuntary celibacy, commonly referred to as "incel".
Sect. 2. Short title
This act may be cited as the "Incel Relief Act of 2037"
Sect 3. Purpose
The legislature of the State of Mississippi takes note of the condition of involuntary celibacy. This purpose of this act is to provide relief to those suffering from this condition.
Sect. 4. Definitions
An eligible predator is any male predator who is designated a male at birth, continues to identify as male, has a functional penis, and is able to attain and sustain an erection for at least five minutes.
An eligible prey is any prey of either sex with a functioning sex organ.
An incel is any eligible predator between the ages of 18 and 50 who desires sexual intercourse, but is unable to persuade any preyfur to provide it.
A potential provider is any eligible prey between the ages of 22 and 45 who is not exempt as defined below.
The victim is the incel who asks a potential provider for sex and is refused.
Sect 5. Exemptions
The following persons are exempt from the requirements of this law:
Any preyfur who is employed as a "first responder", as defined in Public Law 144.3.
Any preyfur who resides in the same apartment complex as the victim, or within 1/10 mile of the accuser (if both reside in multi-unit housing) or within 2/10 mile of the accuser (if either lives in a single family home or "duplex").
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Sect. 6. Certification
An eligible predator who considers himself an incel may apply for certification. To obtain a certificate, the predator claiming incel status must appear at a local office of the state Department of Motor Vehicles and certify under penalty of perjury that he has actively sought vaginal or anal intercourse and/or fellatio to orgasm but has been unable to obtain it during the past 12 months. The clerk shall verify that the applicant is polite, reasonably clean, and does not have an unpleasant body or breath odor.
Upon verification, the DMV will issue a card bearing a photograph of the incel, his date of birth, a unique number, and a copy of his thumbprint. This card shall contain the same anti-forgery and anti-duplication techniques as a Mississippi motor vehicle operator's license or State identification card.
Sect 7. Requesting Sex
A certified incel can approach an eligible preyfur, show his incel ID card, and request sex. The preyfur is then required to either allow him vaginal or anal intercourse or to fellate him to orgasm. The preyfur may require the incel to provide a suitable private location -- the incel's residence or a rented hotel or motel room -- at his own expense.
Sect 8. Crime, Punishment
If an incel asks a potential provider for sex as provided above and the provider refuses to provide it, he/she has committed the crime of Incel Denial.
This crime is punishable by death. The incel can choose the method of death from the following list:
Guillotine
Electric chair
Hanging
Shooting (in the back of the head)
Strangling post
Sect 9. Affirmative Defenses
The following are affirmative defenses to the crime of Incel Denial:
That the accuser has an offensive breath or body odor and refuses to cure this by bathing and/or cleaning his teeth and using mouthwash.
That the accuser committed the crime of assault and/or battery upon the defendant within the 5 years preceding the request for sex
- That there is a protective court order preventing the accuser from contacting or approaching the defendant at the time of the request for sex.
- That the defendant has provided sexual services to the accuser within the past 366 days.
- That the defendant has provided sexual service to any incel in the past 30 days.
- That the accuser has had sex with another fur during the previous 30 days.
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The trial
"Now remember," Jase's lawyer whispered. "Answer questions as simply as possible. Don't elaborate. Just answer the question exactly as asked."
"Got it," the squirrel said.
"Case number 71826, People vs. Jason Leighton, charged with violation of Public Law 537.2. The honorable judge Nigel Tellet presiding. All rise."
The judge came in and sat down.
The prosecutor stood up. "Duane Stanley, ready for the prosecution."
The serval stood up. "Nevil Audley, ready for the defense. "
Judge Tellet said, "Both sides have waived the right to a jury trial and provided opening statements in writing. The prosecution may call its first witness."
"We call Reynold Causey."
A tall marten in a business suit stood up and walked to the witness chair. The clerk turned to him. "Raise your right hand. (pause) Do you solemnly swear that the testimony you are about to give shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"
"I do."
"Please tell the court about your attempt obtain sex on October 10, 2051," the tanuki asked.
"I was walking home from work on 27th Avenue when I saw a good-looking squirrel. At least an 8. I thought it would be nice to get laid by him, so I approached him."
"Do you see that squirrel in the courtroom?"
"Yes. There he is." Reynold pointed at Jase.
"And what happened then?"
"I told him that I was an incel, and showed him my ID card. He offered to give me a blowjob, and asked me to provide a suitable place. I had already rented a room at the Bingham Motor Inn, so we went there. I took off my clothes, and a few minutes later I thought I'd gotten really lucky. He didn't just put his mouth around me and start sucking: he spent a while necking with me, French kissing, nibbling my ears, things like that. Then he kissed his way down my belly, took me in his mouth, and started sucking me. A really good blowjob, not a 2-minute wonder."
"And then what happened?"
"He bit me!"
"Why?"
"I don't know. Ask him."
The prosecutor looked at Jase's lawyer, expecting an objection, but there was none.
"And did he bring you to orgasm?"
"No, he did not. He just got dressed and stormed out of the room."
The tanuki handed a stiff plastic card to Causey. "One last question: is this your Incel ID card?"
The marten glanced at it. "It is."
"We wish to mark this card as state's exhibit A."
"Stipulated," Jase's lawyer said.
The clerk took the card and put it on his desk.
Jase's lawyer stood up. "The defense reserves cross-examination for later."
"The witness may stand down," the judge said. "Please wait outside the courtroom; you may be called again."
"Prosecution rests."
"Defense calls Jason Leighton."
Jase got up, walked to the witness chair, and took the oath.
"Mr. Leighton, could you briefly describe your initial encounter with Mr. Causey?"
"Certainly. I was out shopping for some new clothes."
"And what happened?"
"A marten approached me, gave me his Incel ID, and asked me for sex. I got out my cell phone and scanned the ID, just in case, you know?"
"Please explain for his honor."
"I'd heard that..."
The prosecutor stood up. "Objection! Hearsay."
"Not being used as proof, but to show the defendant's beliefs and state of mind."
"I'll allow it," the judge said.
"I'd heard that some males with incel cards will use them every other day, rather than the once a month that the law entitles them to. So I scanned it just to be sure."
"And...?"
"It checked out. He hadn't gotten laid in two months."
"So what then?"
"I was in a bit of a hurry -- I wanted to buy a couple of shirts and a few socksand get home in time for Wheel!>, so I offered him oral and he accepted. We went to a motel where he'd rented a room, and he got undressed."
"And then...?"
"Well, pretty much as Mr. Causey described it. I could have just sucked him off, but it's not an incel's fault that he's not as good-looking as other guys. So I spent a few minutes making out with him, you know, so he'd know he'd been properly laid, not just a 5-minute quickie."
"And...?"
"Well, he was actually a pretty good kisser, so I let him play with my chestfur and kiss my nipples. All that got me pretty excited, so I started working him with my lips and tongue. Taking it a little slow, making it good for him -- and for me. I enjoy giving oral when I'm in the mood and the guy is being nice about it. Which he was, up until then."
"Why the qualifier?"
"Well, I'd gotten a good start, kissing it, running my lips up and down the sides, then sucking him in and licking the underside. I started moving up and down, slow at first, then a little faster. I thought he was enjoying it -- he was saying things like "nice," and "a little farther," and when he said that latter I took him in a little deeper.
"But then he grabbed my head and pushed me all the way down on his cock, so the head was in the back of my throat. It was triggering my gag reflex, not fun at all. I tried to pull back, just one inch, but he was holding me tight against the base of his cock, and I realized I couldn't breathe. He was cock-choking me."
"I panicked. I was sure he was going to choke me to death. I struggled for maybe 15 seconds, then I bit down. Not trying to bite it off or anything, I just wanted him to be a little gentler."
"What happened then?"
"He pulled back, but he slapped me. Hard!"
"Did you continue fellating Mr. Causey?"
"No. I was mad as hell, and I didn't trust him not to try to kill me. I put my sweatshirt back on and left."
"Your witness."
Mr. Stanley stood up. "Mr. Leighton, are you sure that the victim..."
"Objection. Prejudicial."
"I'll rephrase it. Are you sure that Mr. Causey was going to kill you?"
"Now? I'm not so sure. But it sure seemed like it at the time. Especially after that slap. It there was a ringing sound in my left ear for several minutes afterward and my lower left jaw hurt for the rest of the day."
"But you couldn't be sure?"
"No, I guess not."
The prosecutor sat down, and Jase's lawyer stood up.
"Defense calls Reynold Causey for cross examination."
The bailiff went out and came back with Causey.
"Mr. Causey, the court reminds you that you are still under oath."
"I understand, your honor."
"Mr. Causey, when you testified earlier, you didn't mention pushing Mr. Leighton's head down onto your penis so hard that you were choking him."
"I... uh I guess I didn't think it was important."
"You didn't think it was important that you put Mr. Leighton in fear of his life?"
"Well, I didn't know that. I was just trying to get him to go a little farther down on my... penis."
"And why did you slap him so hard it made his left ear ring and his lower jaw hurt?"
"I was so surprised by the pain, I reacted without thinking."
"Did Mr. Leighton break the skin of your penis?"
"No."
"Were you in pain after Mr. Leighton left?"
"No."
"Then would it be fair to say that you weren't actually injured by Mr. Leighton?"
"I... I guess so."
"Thank you, Mr. Causey. Redirect?"
"The prosecution has no further questions of Mr. Causey."
"Defense rests."
"The court has a question to ask of Mr. Causey." The fox paused for an objection. There was none. "Mr. Causey, you have admitted to slapping Mr. Leighton, a good, hard slap. Was that slap at least partly motivated by anger?"
Reynold paused, then answered, "Yes, your honor."
"You are excused. Redirect? Re-cross?" The judge paused. Neither lawyer spoke up. He banged his gavel. "We'll take a 15 minute recess, then I'll hear closing arguments."
"C'mon, let's grab a snack."
"I'm not hungry, but I could use something cold. OJ maybe."
A hartebeest in a business suit leaned over the bar and handed a note to Jase's lawyer. The serval glanced at it, then turned to Jase.
"We're in trouble."
"Why?"
"Judge Tillet has a reputation for fairness, but it turns out that he had an altercation with an 'escort' last week, and people who know him say he's still mad about it. If I'd known, I'd have challenged him and taken our chances with another judge. Damn!"
"Is there anything we can do?"
"I don't think so. It's not enough to justify a mistrial. And moving for one now will just make him angry."
"Oh... fuck!"
"Yeah. Let's go grab a cup of coffee and a roll at the cafeteria. You can visit the bathroom if you need to."
"Yeah. Thanks. Pick me up a cinnamon roll or something else baked and sweet."
"Will do."
Fifteen minutes later
"All rise."
The judge came back into the courtroom and sat down. Everybody else sat down except the bailiff.
"Prosecution's final statement?"
"Your honor, Mr. Leighton's own testimony established that he was asked for sex by an incel, and that he knew Mr. Causey was a certified incel. And that he started to perform fellatio on Mr. Causey but chose not to complete the act. The elements of the crime of Incel denial are as follows:
"One: A certified incel approached the defendant.
"Two: The incel asked the defendant for sex
"Three: The incel provided a suitable private location: a motel room that he rented
"Four: The defendant intentionally did not complete the requested sex act.
"Therefore he is guilty of violating Public Law 537.2"
The prosecutor sat down.
"The court will now hear from the defense."
Jase's lawyer stood up.
"Your honor, the defendant believed that Mr. Causey intended to either kill him or inflect substantial bodily harm. He testified to this, and the prosecution did not offer any substantial rebuttal to his testimony. The prosecution has not proved beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant did not act in reasonable self defense, and therefore a verdict of Not Guilty is appropriate in this case." He sat down.
"Very well. I'll take the next case. Verdict tomorrow at..." the judge looked down at his desk "...10:45AM."
Next day
"Case number 71826, People vs. Jason Leighton. All rise."
The fox came in and sat down. "Defendant will rise and face the court."
Jase stood up, his legs trembling.
"After considering the evidence and consulting the law, this court finds the defendant guilty as charged."
Jase gasped.
"Mr. Leighton, your biting the defendant is excused on the basis of self-defense: you had a reasonable fear of death. But that momentary reaction does not excuse your subsequent abandonment of Mr. Causey, leaving him unsatisfied."
The judge cleared his throat. "Mr. Leighton, I sentence you to death as required by law. You will report to the Execution Center at 4:15PM on Monday, November 16. You know the penalty for failure to report?"
"Ye-yes... your honor."
"Very well." He paused. "Mr. Causey will rise."
Reynold stood up and faced the judge.
"The court has decided sua sponte> to charge you with misdemeanor battery, and based on the testimony in this case I find you guilty. You are provisionally sentenced to 7 days in jail and to pay a fine of $1,000. The fine and jail term will be suspended while you attend a certified class in Anger Management. Upon satisfactory completion of the class, your jail term will be reduced to 3 days and your fine to $500.
"However, under our Constitution you are entitled to a trial before a jury of your peers. Your sentence is suspended for 5 days to permit you to consult counsel and decide whether to ask for a separate trial."
There was a whispered conversation at the Prosecution table, then the marten stood up again. "Your honor, I have decided to accept the sentence of the court."
The judge nodded. "The provisional conviction will be recorded as an official verdict, Mr. Causey. You have until Monday, November 9 to decide the method of execution. See the clerk for instructions on how to file your decision. The Center will notify Mr. Leighton of the date, time, and method as soon as possible."
He turned back to Jase, who struggled to his feet, swaying slightly. "Give your contact information to the clerk before you leave the court. The Execution Center can serve notification by a variety of means, but an email address or mobile number is preferred." He paused again. "We will take a 10 minute recess." He banged his gavel.
The Execution
Jase had reserved a limousine to take him to the Center. Not like I'm going to need the money later on...> he thought. He got there a little before 4PM --It would be really bad to be late to my own execution>. He walked up to the registration desk and presented his execution order and ID.
The middle-aged marmot at the desk checked Jase's papers and looked slightly embarrassed. "We're running a little late with the strangling chair, sir, so your execution will be delayed until about 5:00. You can wait comfortably in room 36." He pointed down a corridor. "It's the third door on the left."
Jase went straight to room 36. Inside he found two comfortable chairs, a sofa, and a table. There were books, magazines, and a TV set. There were two remotes on the table, one for the TV, one for... a ROKU! Well I guess I won't be bored while I'm waiting.
A sign said, "Questions? Problems? Want refreshments? Just dial 111."
Jase consulted his belly. To his surprise, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with his appetite. He lifted the handset and dialed. A voice answered in about three seconds. "How can we help you?"
"I could manage a snack."
"We can offer a gyro, A 6" Italian sub, a small order of Buffalo wings, a side-order of ribs, or a cheese plate."
"Umm... I'll have the cheese plate please."
"Our pleasure."
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There was a knock on the door a couple of minutes later.
"Come in," Jase said.
A young ibex in a uniform came in and set a plate with three different kinds of cheese and two kinds of crackers on the table. "Here you are, sir."
"Thank you."
The ibex nodded his head and left.
4:09PM on Monday, November 16
There was a quiet knock on the door, then it opened and Reynold walked in. "Sorry to cut it so close. I ran into heavy traffic on the way here. But I guess it doesn't really matter: they told me we're delayed."
"Yeah. Until 5 or maybe even later."
"Well..."
"Here,," Jase said, "Have a snack. Oh, and they've got great entertainment here: every cable channel there is, all the major streaming services, and views of executions in progress. I've been watching the hangings and stranglings. Hot!"
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah. It's left me in the mood to do what I should have done back in October. How would you like to fuck me?"
The marten looked slightly nervous. "I'm not real sure, given what happened last time."
"That was because you were cock-choking me, even if you didn't mean to. Look, I'll stand bent over with my hands against the wall, and you can fuck me from behind. Gonna be kind of hard for me to do anything to you from that position."
"Well... Okay. I'll take a chance."
"Great!" Jase stripped, doing a little shimmy before taking each item off, a mini-striptease. He came over, sat in Reynold's lap, and pressed his lips to the marten's. After a minute or so, he tried French kissing Reynold. The marten opened his mouth and their tongues fought over who got to be in whose mouth.
Jase put his hands on the marten's head. Reynold spent several enjoyable minutes kissing and sucking the squirrel's nipples and listening to the resulting pleasure noises. "I'm about ready," Jase gasped.
Reynold put his hand around Jase's cock and squeezed several times. When it was half-hard, he moved his hand up and down slowly.
"Yes," the squirrel panted. The squirrel was dripping pre-cum. Reynold caught some in his hand and spread it over Jase's cock, then resumed stroking it slowly.
"I think..." Jason's voice trailed off, but the marten understood him perfectly. He got some fresh pre-cum on his index finger, reached under the possum's tail and slipped it into Jase's rosebud. Then two fingers. Then three fingers, all the way in, withdrew them, then pushed them all the way. And again. And again.
"Oh, oh, yes! Yes! Yessss!" Jase panted.
The marten pulled his fingers out. "I think you're ready."
"Try me and find out." Jase got up, took two steps, and stood with his feet spread apart, then bent over and put his hands flat on the wall, leaning against it.
Reynold followed and guided his dick into Jase's tight ass.
"Go ahead. Fuck me. Fast or slow, deep, middle, shallow, whatever feels good. I'm hot and ready. Believe me, if it's good for you, it's going to be better for me."
"Let's find out." He pushed in slowly, then pulled almost all the way out, then did it again, and again, savoring the feel of Jase's tight asshole. Then, realizing he was getting an opportunity very few incels ever got, he thrust in as hard as he could.
"Yes!" the squirrel panted.
Reynold paused, then did it again, and again, and again. After a couple of minutes, he realized he was getting close to cumming. He slowed down again. Then he slammed into the squirrel, waited a couple of seconds, and pulled out slowly. "Yes, yes, yes..." he panted.
"Go ahead," Jase panted. "Cum in me."
Reynold roared as he emptied his balls into Jase's ass. He stayed deep inside Jase until the last pulse of pleasure had ended, then slowly pulled out again.
"Wow!" he said.
"Yeah! That was pretty good! We're kinda messy. I wonder..." Jase pulled a drawer open. Condoms. "As if!" he sniffed. Another. Porn books. A third. "Aha!" He pulled out two small but fluffy towels and handed one to Reynold. After they had wiped themselves, he got out two small packets and held them up. Reynold wiped himself clean, then finished cleaning under Jase's tail.
"That was... better than anything I ever got with my incel card. I... I'd let you off if I could, but apparently the law doesn't allow that."
"Yeah. I read it too. If you don't execute me, a staff member will do it. And not even fuck me first."
"Well, there is one thing I can do. According to the executioner's manual they sent me, the usual method is based on an old Chinese punishment, 'san fang san chin' -- tighten three times and loosen three times. I'm supposed to strangle you unconscious, wait until you recover, then do it again, then finish you off the third time. But there's no penalty if I 'accidentally' strangle you to death the first time."
"Don't you dare!!" The squirrel glared at him.
"What, you don't want me to spare you the pain of being strangled two extra times?"
"While I was getting ready for today, I spent a fair amount of time watching EC3, the Executions Channel for stranglings. I was so turned on... Why do you think I offered to fuck you just now?"
"I thought you were just being nice."
"That, too, but I was horny as all getout. Still am." He paused. "I even tried strangling myself for as long as I could while jacking off. I came every time, even one time when I forgot to rub myself. If you strangle me three times, I get to cum three times, and the first two times I'll know I'm going to survive, so I'll only be afraid the third time. I don't enjoy fear, so I really want to get as much pleasure as I can before I die."
"Oh."
"Yeah, Oh. Tell you what, let's watch some TV." Jase turned on the TV and chose the hangings channel. A few minutes later, both were breathing hard, and Jase was rubbing himself slowly.
"Now watch this." He switched to the stranglings. It was in the middle of an execution: a male tarsier was being strangled by a mole, his arms and legs struggling to get free from the restraints, but after another minute he quieted down, and a quiet smile spread across his face. The mole untwisted the stick and let the victim recover, then did it again. This time the tarsier started struggling almost immediately. A few minutes later a few squirts of semen emerged from his cock, then he went limp in his seat. This time the mole held on while the tarsier's chest muscles gradually relaxed. After a few more minutes the mole's eyes stared sightlessly at the far wall. A fast beeping sound started, then 10 seconds of steady beeeeep, then nothing.
A bell rang, and the mole let go of the stick.
Two beefy-looking tigers came in, undid the restraints, and carried the tarsier's body out through a door at one side of the room.
There was another knock on the door. A slim wolf wearing a blazer opened the door and came in. "Room S is available now." He looked at Jase's naked body and said, "I see you're already 'dressed' for your execution. That will save time."
"Yeah, well, we got a little horny."
"Good for you." He paused, then said "Follow me, please," and led them back into the hallway, all the way to what seemed to be the back of the building. He held his badge up to a sensor. There was a click, and he opened the door and led them into the room.
Jase saw a sturdy-looking chair with padded seat, back, arms, and legs. There were straps made of the same stuff as car seat belts, and a sort-of headrest joined to the chair by a sturdy metal rod. A thin silk cord was looped around the rod and dangled loosely behind the chair.
The wolf looked at Jase. "You're not going to give any trouble, are you?"
Jase shook his head.
"Good. Just take a seat in this chair."
Jase sat down and put his hands on the chair arms.
The wolf turned to Reynold. "You've read the instructions?"
"Three times."
"Do his hands and belly first. I'll help if you need it."
Reynold strapped Jase's right hand to the chair arm, then his left hand. Then he put a strap across squirrel's belly, just above his hips. The wolf opened a drawer, got out three EKG pads, and placed them carefully on Jase's chest. He pulled three thin wires from under the chair and snapped them onto the pads.
The marten pulled a strap tightly across Jase's chest, then secured his legs to the chair. He brought the cord up from behind the chair and dropped it over Jase's head.
The wolf came over and pulled at each of the straps. He pointed at Jase's left arm. "This one is just a little loose."
Reynold undid the buckle, pulled the strap hard and refastened the buckle. The squirrel grimaced slightly but didn't say anything. The wolf checked again and nodded. "I'll be just the other side of that door. You can call me if you run into problems, but I'm sure you won't."
"Right."
The wolf opened a door at the side of the room and left. There was an audible "clunk" as the door closed.
'I guess it's time..."
"No going back now. Go ahead and do it."
Reynold stepped behind the chair and turned the handle rapidly until he felt resistance, then gave it another turn. And another. "Talk to me."
" I...kkaan still breathe...a gglittle."
The marten gave the handle another turn.
"I ggg.."
Another turn. Silence. Reynold gave it another half turn to be sure, then held it in place, watching Jase's face in the mirror on the far wall. The squirrel sat still for a while, then tensed up. His hands clenched the chair arm tightly. His back arched as he tried to breathe, and his face slowly turned pink. Then he started struggling, his hands and legs jerking at the straps, but they were tight; he got maybe a millimeter of movement, but no more.
Jase's face got redder, then slowly darkened. Then he stopped struggling. His cock stiffened until it was nearly straight up. Reynold smiled as pulse after pulse of white spurted from Jason's tip.
When the squirrel's eyes glazed over, Reynold quickly turned the handle the other direction, letting the cord around Jase's neck go loose. The squirrel breathed in slowly, then out, then in, then out while his cock slowly shrank until it was only semi-turgid. His eyes came back into focus.
"That was number one. Just wow! Ready when you are, RC."
Reynold chuckled, recognizing an old joke from the days of motion pictures on celluloid. "Take a couple of breaths, then a deep one."
He waited, then rapidly twisted the handle again. Jase went through the same struggles, except that nothing came out this time.
"Hey! I'm still hard, what...?"
"Did you really expect to come a second time this soon?"
"Oh... I... uh... guess not."
Reynold gave Jase ten minutes to recover, then asked, "Do you want to hyperventilate this time?"
"That will just mean a longer time until the pleasure starts, so no. No thanks."
"Okay. get ready for you're end. Your very last experience."
"This time won't be as much fun. This time, I'm afraid. Really afraid."
"Don't be so sure. The executions I watched, the victims seemed to cum even harder when it was for real. Maybe the fear actually adds to the pleasure."
"Well, I can hope. You may fire when ready, Gridley."
Reynold turned the handle rapidly, watching Jase's face in the mirror. When he saw the squirrel's expression change, he stopped turning and held the handle lightly.
Jase started writhing sooner than the previous two times. His muscles strained so hard that his arms and legs bulged, but the straps held his tight. Looking in the mirror, Reynold saw panic in the squirrel's face -- and a sadistic grin on his own. Jase twisted his body, trying to get something -- anything -- loose, but couldn't move even as much as he had before. He was obviously getting weaker.
The writhing gradually eased. The squirrel seemed to accept his fate, except for his chest muscles straining for life-giving air.
Might as well>, Reynold thought. He held onto the handle with his left hand, and walked around to the right side of the chair. He wrapped his hand around Jase's cock and started rubbing slowly.
After another minute or so, Jase's leg muscles relaxed. His face carried a frustrated, "almost there" expression. Reynold rubbed faster, until he saw precum dripping from the squirrel's tip, then he slapped Jase's dick hard. As soon as it bouned back,, the marten slapped it again. And again. After a few more, the dripping became a steady flow and the squirrel's face had that needy "almost there" look.
The marten coated his finger with the clear liquid, grabbed Jase's erection, and rubbed it hard and fast. A look of relief spread over Jase's face, as cum spurted from his cock, again and again and again. The squirrel's needy look gradually changed to the relaxed expression of somebody falling asleep.
Reynold grabbed the handle with both hands, twisted as hard as he could, and held on.
It took several more minutes, and his arm muscles were starting to get a little bit tired, when a fast, irregular beeping sound came from a speaker mounted on one wall. It changed to a steady beeeeeeeeeppp for about 10 seconds, then went silent.
The side door opened, and the wolf came in. "He's done. We'll take care of the body."
"Thank you," Reynold said.
"Go out the door and turn right. That will lead you to the lobby and main exit."
The marten nodded and walked out. On the way he spotted a unisex restroom. He went in and locked the door, He spotted a machine that dispensed "personal lubricant" and bought a small tube. Then he relieved a need that was threatening to turn into blue balls.
Reynold rearranged his clothing, opened the door, walked out, and drove home humming the opening bars of Malagueña.