Noah's Annual Physical
What happens when it's time for a young soldier's annual physical and he happens to come across a cute nurse? Hm, I guess we're about to find out!Thanks to new government policies, a "virility" test is now a mandatory part of the military's yearly physical examination. When it's Noah's turn, he meets the lovely Nurse Molly and, in turn, her lovely hand. >:)
The last part of Noah's annual physical was a new addition, courtesy of a government shake-up. The arctic fox, strapped to a repurposed dental chair, arms tied above his head, legs spread, couldn't help but fidget when the nurse's calipers grazed the very tip of his cock.
"Nuh-uh," she said, tapping his thigh. "You keep still now." Nurse Molly squinted at the ruled scale. "Else I reckon I'm going to have to discharge you." She put the instrument aside and jotted something down in her notepad.
Noah grinned. "Didn't know nurses could kick people out." His eyes met hers. "Or did you mean, er, another kind of discharge?"
The badger put her white palm over her snout in faux shock. "That's a ludicrous thing to say to a young lady, Corporal." She chuckled under her breath and padded over to the filing cabinet. "And don't you forget, mister, I outrank you."
Noah couldn't help but keep his eyes on her: Molly's ass pressed against her scrubs shorts as she got on her knees, and the pure white soles of her feet contrasted with the black of her legs. All of it made his cock pulse. "So, you outrank me, huh? That mean you like to take control in the bedroom?" Normally, Noah wouldn't be so forward with a female he'd just met, but the young Lieutenant had made eyes at him when he was checking in at the counter with the cute Pomeranian. The dog had to point out he'd signed in the wrong place because he'd been too busy following the badger's eyes as they traced down his body, from head to toes. It also didn't help that this section of the physical required abstention for a full week--it was the only way to ensure he wouldn't lose his erection. He was sure her gaze had lingered when she'd gotten to his crotch.
Molly got to her feet, and, with the tip of her tail flicking left and right, she walked back to the restrained fox. "Bedroom?" she crooned. "What's wrong with this li'l ol' place right here?"
"Well," he started, shifting in place, making his boner bob in the air-conditioned air. "Isn't this place for cock measuring?"
The nurse smiled, and a hint of a dimple appeared on her left cheek beneath the white stripe of fur. "It's for whatever you want."
"What I want, ma'am, is your number," he quipped, keeping an eye on two of her fingers as they walked up his knee, thigh, crotch. "Think that's gonna happen?"
The twentysomething nurse clutched in her other hand a measuring beaker. "That kind of depends on you, Corporal." She teased the tip of his cock with her finger. "See, I only give out my shit to studs." Molly squished the nascent pool of pre that had formed at his slit.
His thighs flexed, and his toes pointed when she touched him. "'Shit'? Is that what they teach you ladies in OCS?"
"Oh, sugar, I can show what they taught me." She fondled his ballsack. "Question is, are you a stud? Hm?"
An unbearable urge to giggle overcame him--as embarrassing as it was for the fox, his testicles were rather ticklish. "Hehehe." He turned his face to the side, looking at her. "Are you kidding me? I put stallions to shame."
She smirked and tutted. "You sure about that? Seems to me someone's a li'l on the sensitive side." Again, she let her claws caress his nuts.
Again, Noah chuckled. "That's hardly fair, ma'am. I bet you have a tickle spot on that cute body of yours that'll have you begging and screaming for mercy if someone so much as looks at it."
Molly wrapped her paw around his boner, all the fingers except the pinky, which stuck out a bit, curled. "Only studs get to find that out." She jerked his cock, up and down, down and up. "You know what it means to be a stud, Corporal?"
"Having a seven-inch cock?"
She shook her head. "That's not how it works, Corporal. You're a sixteenth of an inch away from lucky number seven, actually."
Noah's tail, sticking out of the back of the chair, wagged. "If it isn't that, I guess I'm about to find out, aren't I?" His ass rocked back and forth.
"Thirty milliliters, Corporal. And fifteen spurts of hot sticky cum, m'kay?" Molly bit her lip, enjoying the feeling of the pad of her thumb rubbing against his pre-slick glans. "Think you can do that?"
"Isn't the passing requirement ten mils and seven spurts?" He jerked his head to the left and to the right to crack his neck.
"You care about the numbers some bureaucrat wants to see, sugar, or do you want to be a stud?"
Noah's hands balled up into fists. "Not even my drill sergeants were that batshit." His brow scrunched up, and his nostrils flared. "Aw, shit, ma'am, you're gonna make me spooge!"
"Yeah?" She pointed Noah's cock at his face, keeping a steady pace, and held the beaker in front. "You got chill bumps all over. Is Corporal Ramírez gonna shoot his load?"
Noah breathed hard. A six-pack cultivated through hours at the gym and hundreds of deadlifts peeked through sweaty fur. He nodded. "Yes," he rasped through gritted teeth as his ballsack shriveled up and pulled into his groin. He angled his hips into the mouth of the beaker, seconds away. "I'm gonna--"
Molly withdrew the beaker, and her hand flew open--the fox's cock squirted pre all over his tummy, chest. "Nope."
"No!" The shock of the nurse's cruel, last-minute decision made him hump the air. "Why'd you stop?" he asked, eyes wide.
"Hold your horses, Corporal." She put her manicured fingertip on his lips. "You a stud? Yeah? Can't take a li'l edging?"
Noah gulped and willed his butt to quit thrusting into the hand that wasn't there. "Sorry." A shiver ran down his body--Molly's finger smelled of his own sex, his own pre.
"Good boy." Again, the badger grasped his cock and stroked. "Otherwise, how am I going to make sure you'll ejaculate that much, hm?"
The fox kept his eye on her bobbing paw, on his impossibly hard boner. "I, I suppose that makes sense, ma'am." His butt quivered as he mustered the willpower to stop squirming.
"Yeah, a real soldier, huh?" She picked up the pace and stood with the toes of one foot curled against the linoleum floor. "Think you got what it takes, Corporal?"
Again, a ferocious orgasm welled deep inside. "I do." He gave his body a good stretch, the warmth between his legs intensifying. "It's coming! It's--" He closed his eyes. In Molly's stroking paw, the fox cock shivered a couple of times and pumped out a thick rope of cum into the beaker.
"That's right! One, two, three," said the nurse over the fox's husky moan of relief, counting the spurts of cum as they shot out of Noah's piss slit. "Four, five, six, seven."
The Corporal was in seventh heaven. His eyes zoned out, and he melted into the chair as Molly stroked a seemingly endless torrent of jizz out of him. The gooey, gray-white liquid splashed into the sides of the beaker and slid to the bottom.
"Eight, nine, ten, eleven." The badger kept a close eye on his throbbing cock, her unblinking stare as attentive as it was awestruck. "Twelve, thirteen." With her paw still pumping his full length, the fox finally seemed to lose momentum--she compensated by going at it full tilt. A few seconds later, he spurted one more time. "Fourteen."
Noah shuddered and took deep breaths. "Fourteen?" he croaked, voice drenched in the thick, syrupy haze that came right after a huge orgasm. He sighed and laid his head back in disappointment.
Molly held the beaker up to the fluorescent light. "Thirty-one milliliters." She looked at him with a slow-building smile. "Just one spurt short, though."
"Oh well, you can't have everything." He broke eye contact with her. "Can't say I didn't enjoy that, though. That was a whole week's worth of cum."
"Actually . . ." Molly's paw found Noah's cock once again. "There is a li'l something we can do, sugar." She held the beaker in place and pressed her thumb into the back of the base of his cock. "Watch." Her hand made its way up the shaft at a snail's pace, squeezing out the remnant cum that remained unejaculated.
Noah flinched, his powerful thigh muscles shifting under his fur. "Shit! Ma'am! It's sensitive." He huffed and puffed, the gasps more and more frantic the closer she got to his head.
"Corporal, stay still." Her voice had the authority of a well-trained officer. "Studs can tolerate post-orgasmic stimulation," she said as, drop by drop, the fox's cum joined the pool at the bottom of the beaker. "Fourteen and a quarter, fourteen and a half, fourteen and three-quarters."
"Yes, ma'am!" His toes splayed and then clenched something hard when the ring she'd formed with her forefinger and thumb reached his glans. "Gah!" The cords in his neck stood out.
"And fifteen!" A final bead of semen detached from his tip.
"That was a wild ride." He let out a huge breath when she let go, and his eyes swiveled to meet hers. "Sure am glad you got fifteen squirts out of that pecker, though."
"That makes two of us." She licked a bit of the pre-and-cum mixture off her finger. "And now, if you'll allow me." She ripped off the Velcro fastener securing one of his wrists in place and massaged the matted fur. "Gotta keep my word. That's another thing they taught us over in OCS." Her chest puffed out, pushing her swollen nipples against her bra, her half-sleeved scrubs top. With her other paw, she yanked a pen out of a patch pocket.
"How about that?" he said as Molly scribbled something into his hand. Noah studied the number--the liquid black ink contrasted beautifully with his white, and only a bit had feathered into the creases of his palm. "This hand isn't going to see water for at least a week, now," he said, grinning.
Molly giggled. "Anyway, you met sweet ol' Julie before, right? She'll be here soon with your clothes." She played with the fur on his chest, letting her claw part the fluffy white tuft. "And she'll help you out of this contraption."
"Could you tell Julie to give me, like, five minutes?" Noah licked his lips, and his ears flicked. "I kinda feel like dozing off."
"Sure, I can do that." She leaned up close to Noah's head till her sweet breath tickled the fur on the inside of his ears. "Oh, and by the way, you're right. It's the bottoms of my feet." Molly grabbed the beaker of Noah's cum and began sashaying to the exit.
"No surprise there," said Noah, his flaccid cock twitching. "I bet it's the toes. Or that part in the middle."
"I guess you'll just have to find out tonight," she said, hand on the doorknob, narrowing her eyes at him, just like during that first chance encounter. Molly turned back to him, the fox just in his peripheral vision, and mouthed, "Call me." With a click of the latch, she left the Corporal alone with his post-orgasmic euphoria.