Big Cat Afternoon 2: Hugo has some fun
Big Cat Afternoon 2: Hugo has some fun
Down the terrazo stairs we went, Hugo leading the way but not in any big hurry. We passed the door to the ground floor and headed down to the basement. I knew Hugo could smell the scent of Pickles as she had passed this way mere minutes ago, but figured that he wasn't too intent on breeding her just yet, given the display earlier in the indoor cage.
Having turned the corner, we reached the first, larger, exam/treatment room and I unlocked the door. The interior was dimly lit in a predawn manner by the light coming from the frosted glass panels along one edge of the ceiling, pouring light in from the main floor above. The windows were just below the terrace, and on the cage side of the public barrier rails, and in addition to providing some degree of light they also opened a bit to provide natural ventilation. People a hundred years ago thought long and hard before putting hammer to nail, or in this case putting mortar to bricks, and this building was no exception.
I flipped on the lights as Hugo padded into the room, and closed the door behind us. The sounds from the main floor told me the people had seen the change in lighting and some openly wondered what that was. I smiled as I knew their curiosity would be even greater if they had the first clue as to what was happening down here, or, more accurately, what was going to happen down here. Many would likely be disgusted, others intrigued, and quite a few sexually aroused. But that was why we didn't let people watch such things without intensive checking first. Kids would have too many questions and parents would be indignant about it all. Really a sad commentary about modern society, which seems to swing back further and further to Victorian prudishness every day, but that's something for another time.
Much like Pickles had done before, once the door was shut Hugo sat down and patiently waited for me to remove the leash, presuming he was where he was destined to be at the moment. I reached down and readily unlooped the leash from around his neck and knelt down to give him another hug. He returned the gesture with one paw around my shoulder and I murmured to him. "I think you'll like what you're down here for. You seemed to in the past, but today might be something a bit more."
Hugo drew back for a moment and seemed to study my face in reaction to that comment. His pupils little round black dots in a sea of amber as his expression was blank. He seemed to make his decision about what he thought of that somewhat enigmatic comment as his face relaxed into a leonine smile. I stood up and fuzzled his mane and he stood to follow me.
Over to one of the counters lining the periphery of the room I went and, looking through the contents of a couple drawers, I found what I was looking for. I broke off one dose from a foil-backed blister pack and tucked it in my armpit for the time being, it being the warmest safe place while I turned around and started checking Hugo by running my hands all over his pelt, including his massive mane, checking for anomalies and other signs of trouble. Around his front chest, both forelegs, I lifted each paw individually and checked it thoroughly, extending each claw in turn as Hugo just stood there, balancing on whichever three legs were available. He even licked my face apologetically when I made a sour expression after he pulled his right forepaw back prematurely because I hit one of the ticklish spots between his toes.
Along his spine and back to his rump I ran my hands, checked each hindpaw, ran my hand along his tail in a grasping manner, then lifted the appendage and touched his slightly-swollen scrotum. "Been saving up, Hugo? I'da bet that you would have licked yourself happy with Pickles teasing you like that." As I cupped his orbs he turned his head and smiled huge. Could it have been that he was expecting a day like today would be in his immediate future, even with Pickles tormenting him in such a manner? Either way, he wasn't telling, but his thickened sheath and tail kept up without my holding it told me he was enjoying my touch.
Getting the blister-pack out from under my arm, I peeled off the foil and then slid the semi-slick thumbtip-sized white bullet into Hugo's tailhole, which brought about a voof from the front and reflexive muscle squeezes on my finger in his rear. He looked back and, apparently having realized what was going on, pushed back a bit so my entire finger slid into his somewhat-loose pucker, his tail tip swishing a bit as it stood firmly out to the rear. I couldn't help but laugh. "I think you DO know what's coming... and that you'll be cumming, too." Again he turned and smiled at me.
Having extricated my digit from his rear, I looked to see that it was actually rather clean and perhaps he didn't need the suppository after all, but... it was part of things expected for the day so no worries either way. I opened the door to "the park" and patted my leg for Hugo to follow.
"The park" is really a smallish room between two of the exam/treatment rooms with pseudo-natural decor. There's the similar windows to the main floor providing some illumination, astroturf on the floor, with perca-tile and drains beneath it, and some other "natural" accoutremants. Its intent was to give the cats a contained place to relieve themselves when being examined, and for a few other purposes in which somewhat-close containment would be helpful, but a humanistic indoor environment wasn't advantageous. On one wall was a large padded loafing shelf, enough for three big cats side-by-side, which really contained the spray-down equipment and other controls and tools relative to the room, but making a lovely place for cats to snuggle up to each other, or their humans.
I sat down on the edge and, having made a patrol check of the room, Hugo jumped up to join me, flopping out on his side and then rolling to the classic spreadeagle that most big cats enjoy. I gave him his favored tummyrubs as we waited for the chemical reaction within him to do its work. Soon he started shifting around, clearly becoming a bit more uncomfortable. I moved around and scooted about. Moving above his head and putting one leg to each side, I reached to each forelimb and dragged his upper body to lay against my stomach and chest, folding him a bit in a manner I knew would temporarily alleviate some of his intestinal discomfort. He allowed me to manipulate him as I saw fit and he licked my forehead in return when I leaned over and kissed his nosie. Having worked with, cuddled with, and medically examined Hugo in the past, I knew he enjoyed being able to look down his body when unusual things were happening to him. Or even some somewhat-usual things, like would be happening fairly shortly. Each cat has their own individual personality, of course, but just like humans they can also be grouped into personality types, and Hugo was one that was frequently curious, but thankfully not to the degree in which would have gotten him into trouble for having investigated things he wasn't supposed to stick his nose into.
I could hear the rumbling within Hugo's guts, and now and again physically see tremors of his lower abdomen. He shifted his head to look up to me with a pleading expression. I couldn't help but smile down at him and nod. "Go ahead, you can do what you need to. I'm not going to be offended by you getting up from us cuddling," I told him. His expression softened into a smile. His gaze again fell to his own sprawled form and he let out a grunting sigh, though he remained there with me for a bit longer. Soon, though, the workings of the medication became too much and he grudgingly rolled himself over and padded off to the far corner to take care of the insistent bodily need that befell him. I nearly laughed out loud from the audible squirting-squiding sound that echoed off the masonry walls from Hugo's evacuation, and felt a little sorry for whatever member of the janitorial staff would be assigned to clean it up.
I just watched him from where I was sitting, and after a bit he padded back over to me and put his left forepaw on my leg, extending his claws a little, and tugged at my jeans. His inquisitive expression spoke volumes. "Come on... that part's over, now on to the fun?"
I couldn't help but laugh and scritch-tug through his mane between his ears. "Ok, ok... I get the message. You certainly seem ready," I commented as I scooted off the padded loafing shelf and followed Hugo to the door back to the larger exam room.
Opening it again, I flicked another switch which illuminated a red light outside both doors that led to the room, signaling to other staff that the room was in use and not to be disturbed. This is essential, especially when working with conscious animals in either training, preparatory, or actual medical situations because undesired activity, such as someone coming into the room unexpectedly, can have serious consequences to those working around large predators. Or even when an animal is anesthetized it can startle a surgeon and put him off his game, so to speak, to the degree of causing unintentional errors in judgment or even surgical screwups.
Hugo padded over to one of the surgical/exam tables and, with only a bit of effort appropriate for his mass, leaped onto it and rolled again into the spread-eagle position. His rump was right at the bottom edge, tail dangling over the edge and though the table was a bit longer than his nose-to-tailbase measurement, he long ago learned that this was the position expected of him. I smiled and moved over to the table, having grabbed a paper towel along the way. I wiped his rump for him, cleaning any mess left behind, and tossed the used toweling to the dustbin. Hugo made no real reaction to my cleaning apart from raising his tail a bit to try to cover his butt at the initial contact, but relaxed after a second or two. He watched me with his amber eyes as I moved about the table. I petted his soft tummyfur as, one at a time, I lifted the somewhat y-shaped legholders and clicked them into position. He, without provocation from me, casually lifted one of his hindfeet into position, hooking it in the padded metal brace, though couldn't quite hit the other one on his own, so I helped guide his leg into position before using the vinyl straps to secure them there, keeping his hindlegs spread somewhat widely. I then went about and got two padded sandbags, used to position animals in surgical situations, and lifted his head and shoulders to prop him up some, letting him look down his tummy as he was wont to do. I also enjoyed watching his face as I performed these procedures on him. Hugo was always quite expressive when it came to being collected.
After getting him relatively set up, I moved about the room getting the collection tubes and water-bath tray from the incubator, set some slides on the warmer, turned on the microscope light, got out a half-dozen or so sterile pipette tips and other supplies for doing the sperm count and then flipped on the video refractometer and the computer-actuated camera atop the microscope for doing progressive motility rates. Even though what I had planned was somewhat for enjoyment - both Hugo's and mine - it was also an opportunity to prepare for something I had planned for later, and that would be helped by doing the routine paperwork of just an ordinary semen collection.
Hugo watched with mild curiosity as I moved about the room and eventually put a few things on the wheeled cart next to the table he was on. I opened the latches of the case on the top and flipped the lid open to reveal a Siremaster Pro electroejaculator. This device is originally meant for cattle but it had one feature I found indespensible - a semi-automated sequence called autoTHROB in which the pulses of current are given in an evenly timed manner, but the intensity of the current is controlled by the control knob... In other words it can stay pulsing at the same low rate for awhile before it would be increased, and requires less effort on the part of the person operating the machine. This was the secret to my success with semen collections in big cats and other animals with the technique I developed. Cats like Hugo would no longer have to be knocked out to be able to cum for their keepers, and even relatively intractible cats could give a better semen sample than they would if totally anesthetized, since the process would be closer to natural ejaculation rather than wholly artificial.
Hugo didn't care about that right now, though... what he was thinking of was likely the fact that I was caressing his lower bellyfur, sheath and balls in a gentle kneading motion. His eyes had mostly closed and his jaw hung loosely in a semi-smile as he started to pant a little bit. His sheath firmed up as I opened a couple of the other cases on the lower shelf of the cart. Therein lay a number of commercially available probes for use with the electroejaculator - probes specifically meant for zoo animals - as well as some custom-made ones created just for me. Fortunately, few other keepers got the curiosity to check out these supplies, and of those who were interested enough to go snooping, they almost universally shared my enjoyment for bringing pleasure to their charges, whatever animals that might be. One or two, however, were simply curious about the process, but that's for another story.
Hugo's eyes shot fully open as the click and sqidge sounds echoed through the room followed quickly by the scent of gel lubricant as I applied some to the semi-rounded end of one of the probes. Made of medical-grade grade plastic, about an inch and five-eights diameter and 14 inches long, this particular instrument was meant for the backside of tigers, not lions, but I felt Hugo could take it reasonably readily. If things went how I figured they would, it would be the smallest thing going up into him today.
Hugo's rump muscles contracted as the cold lubricant touched his most intimate of openings. A bit of belly petting and leaving the probe-tip in place resulted in him relaxing after a moment and, with some gentle pressure, the end started spreading his pink pucker. The end was both rounded and somewhat tapered, and it opened Hugo's experienced rear quite easily, readily sliding into him as it widened into the full diameter. I kept it slow and the pressure gentle as his body accepted the instrument at its own rate, right up to the three copper electrodes that would carry the current to my maned friend's prostate and internal glands. The coldness of the metal caused his rear to twitch in a somewhat amusing or cute manner as his butt tried to figure out what it wanted to do about the uncommmon sensation. His face was awash with feelings - his eyes alternating between concern and erotic euphoria. His sheath firmed more and more with each passing moment, causing me a bit of concern in that if he swelled too much inside his sheath that I couldn't get all of his member out into the open as the opening wouldn't permit it.
Having decided, I pushed the probe more firmly and it sank rather quickly into his back passage, and used my cupped hand pushed his sheath down towards the base of his penis, the phallus now fully exposed in my hand. His reaction to the combined sensations was to roll his head to the side for a moment, tongue lolling out of his mouth, and he began drooling. His forelimbs were curled in sort of a puppy-begging manner, and he adducted them - drew them closer to his body - as well. He turned back when the probe had settled in and my hand stopped moving and remained enveloping his maleness. He then twitched his hips, softly voofed, and smiled at me, as though to say "Well, come on, I know what comes next and so do you. Let's do it!"
I couldn't help but laugh at his expression and insistence. "Ok, big guy, you got it." The electroejaculator was already connected and turned on. You do this before inserting the probe just in case the electronics are screwed up a little as you don't want a pulse of unmoderated current freaking out your animal. Pushing the "Go" button, I gave the control knob a gentle nudge and I could tell immediately that it was working. The end of the probe handle which remained outside Hugo (it was only in him about 4 inches or so) started moving a little as his internal muscles were being stimulated to contract by the low-level electric current. It was barely perceptible, but it was there, and my hand around his shaft could feel it throb a bit, engorging more and more as the machine helped stimulate the big lion.
Hugo's eyes again became slitted and he was visibly panting, though his mouth remained relaxed and showing no signs of objecting. I nudged the current up a bit after about a minute and this caused the twitching of the probe handle to increase a fair bit. Hugo showed no reaction to this. Minute after minute I nudged up the current and soon his cock was completely hard in my hand. I slipped one of the warm collection devices over his member, his tip meeting the ring of the glass collection tube, and he opened his eyes to see what I was doing.
Looking down his body from his propped position, I must have been an interesting sight. One hand holding this odd object over his erect cock, a cord trailing up over his one leg to a box that was causing his butt to squeeze beyond his control on some thick up under his tail. However, after he satisfied himself that things were alright his eyes remained open and they lost focus as he groaned a little and tipped his head back a bit. His hindlegs stretched a little in their bonds and from the feel of his shaft I could tell he was close to blowing his first load of the evening.
I bumped up the current a fair bit more. Now the probe was readily bobbing as his ass grabbed it quite firmly with each apogee of current. His leg muscles were starting to engage and his cock was bobbing and throbbing along with the probe. He stared at me with a totally blank look, which could be read as any number of things, though I knew he must be right on the cusp of exploding given his unfocused gaze and the fact his forepaws were waving some, trying to find something to grip. His jaw was working on its own, too. Not exactly gnashing his teeth, but as though it was aimlessly trying to loosely grip something that wasn't there.
With one strong thrust of his hips upward into my hand, he gripped his forepaws tight to his chest and let out a tremendous roar. I could feel what he was roaring about from the hand encircling his cock. Pulses of lioncum started flowing through the pulsing pickle in my hand. I quickly hit the button on the ejaculator tripling the pulse rate and bumped up the voltage a fair bit. I then gripped the handle of the probe and moved it so the tip would push even more firmly against the lion's inner pleasure gland and the reaction was clear. More cum spurted into the tube than would normally happen and Hugo started to wriggle his front end while trying to thrust his hips, the machine prolonging his orgasm substantially.
Lions usually cum quite quickly when in their mates, and don't usually produce that much semen when they do ejaculate. However, it seemed that my process, or perhaps just the cats that took pleasure in it, seemed to produce far more. I quickly zeroed the control knob and unclicked the button increasing the pulse rate, letting my leonine lover come down from his earthshattering climax.
Hugo lay there panting, limp as a plush toy, as I carefully removed the collection device and set the tube into the warmed water bath, preventing cold shock to his little swimmers. I moved to the side and pet his chest and cupped his large muzzle in my other hand. If others had been there, I certainly wouldn't have done things this way, but it was just he and I, so I kissed his nose.
Hugo's eyes opened wide and suddenly came into focus at my kiss. He must have been a little startled but then his expression softened and his eyes slitted. He licked my face back in a return show of affection as his mind continued swimming in it's abyss of orgasm-induced euphoria. I sat down on the nearby stool and just continued petting him until his breathing returned to closer to normal.
I couldn't help but laugh as every now and again the cord and the probe it was attached to would wiggle a bit. I knew the electronics weren't causing the contractions, but that it was Hugo's own body signaling its pleasure at something within him. I figured that he would enjoy what I had planned for later all the more.
Hugo was dozing a bit there on the table, and I didn't have the heart to interrupt him. I pet through his mane, along his muzzle, down his chest and he made no move at all, but for a bit of ear-fwipping when my caresses tickled the sensitive appendages. "That's it, big guy, rest a bit. There's a lot more to come before the afternoon is done. And you'll be doing most of the cumming."