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This story was written by and in collaboration with Jeeves the Roo, and is the first part of a series concerning a wonderful place called Valhalla Industries. This series contains M/M sexual acts throughout! :)

Originally posted here -> Valhalla Industries : The Interview

Valhalla Industries Part One: The Interview

Jeeves could feel his cheeks glowing as the mechanised door before him slid open with the soft, soothing hiss of hidden pneumatics. The kangaroo stepped through the door, shivering despite the fact that the air was still and warm, yet not the slightest bit stale or muggy. Again he heard the door hiss its way closed, and turned his gaze towards the figure standing at the far end of the square office, seeking advice regarding what he was to do next.

"Sit down please."

The panther paused, glancing down at a clipboard held in his right hand and smiling softly. He placed the notes, whatever they may have said, down on his desk, and stepped around the rich brown oaken slab of furniture, the only other piece of furniture in the room aside from the couch towards which Jeeves now moved. It did cross the kangaroo's mind to ask why this lab-coated feline had a desk in his office when there was no chair behind it, but he supposed it didn't really matter given that his interviewer was now standing rather purposefully in the centre of the room. Jeeves sat down, pressing his legs together and crossing his arms over his chest in an instinctual protective gesture. He could feel the panther's eyes roaming over his body, clothes as he was in nothing but a pair of tight fitting black boxer shorts. As he met the interviewer's gaze, he could have sworn that the big black cat winked at him.

For a short while the two men waited in terse silence, Jeeves feeling his heart begin to race ever faster as the tension grew. After a short while he couldn't even bring himself to meet the panther's gaze any more. It was too intense. Too piercing.

When the silence was finally broken, it did so like a taut piece of wire. Jeeves jumped violently, and when he came back to his senses a split second later the panther was talking to him in a soft, friendly voice, referring down to the clipboard which had somehow returned itself to his hands.

"So, Jeeves... oh, do you mind if I call you Jeeves?"

Jeeves shook his head. The interviewer beamed.

"Jeeves, we've analysed the results you gave us in your written evaluation and reviewed the data from your physical, and we're very pleased to say that you seem like quite a promising candidate. Of course, given the sensitive nature of the products we work with here at Valhalla Industries we will need to know a little bit more than a simple set of questions written on paper can describe. You don't mind answering a few more questions, do you?"

Again the kangaroo shook his head, met with the same expression of delighted approval.

"First of all, you list yourself as a university student.. Can I just confirm that you are free and fully available for the duration of this study? You don't have any summer classes or placements which could hinder your participation?"

About to shake his head for a third time, Jeeves stopped himself. He smiled sheepishly, and spoke his assurance aloud instead. "I'm definitely free. I made sure to double check before I first signed up with you guys."

The interviewer nodded, eyes darting rapidly from left to right as he continued to browse Jeeves' chart.

"Okay, these next few questions are a bit more personal. First of all, have you ever used any Valhalla products before?"

With his reddened cheeks glowing a little brighter than before, Jeeves answered. "Yeah. I've used your condoms, lubricant, and... a, uh... a toy from your beginners range."

A flash of white teeth as the panther grinned made Jeeves' blush burn ever deeper.

"But you haven't used any of our more exotic products? The kind that you'll potentially be working with on this programme?"

The kangaroo frowned, slightly nervously, and his head swung from side to side once more. "No, but I was told that you guys were looking for people who hadn't used your more specialist products. Was that wrong?"

A soft chuckle from the interviewer simultaneously set Jeeves' mind at ease and also made the male marsupial blush even harder. It was amazing how the slightest sound of mirth could feel as though it was at your expense when you were sitting alone in your underwear with a stranger.

"Not at all. As I said, we just need to confirm a few of the most important details you filled in for us. Just one more question now, then we'll see about getting you more accustomed to the kind of environment you may be working in for the next couple of months. Okay?"

Jeeves nodded gratefully, and watched as the interviewer cast his gaze down to the clipboard in his hands once more. Again a broad, toothy smile crossed the panther's face, and when he lifted his head there was a visible twinkle in his already bright eyes as they presumably caught the light reflecting down from the LED bulbs built into the ceiling.

"I see that one of the kinks you have listed here is 'Mind Control'. Would you please tell me a little more about what makes this particular fantasy so enthralling to you?"

The kangaroo felt his entire face start to burn as he considered what was being asked of him. He wasn't a prude. After all, a prude would be highly unlikely to apply for a summer internship in a job which essentially consisted of trying out new products for the sex toy market! But of course there were bound to be initial nerves, and those nerves were showing themselves now that the time came to do more than just confess the content of his most delirious fantasies on a sheet or two of paper.

Somehow though, mere moments later, Jeeves found the courage from somewhere that even he could not place. Still wrought with embarrassment and shyness, he heard himself answering the interviewer's question in a bright, almost proud tone of voice. "I love the idea of being subject to the slightest sexual whim of a person I'm gonna be intimate with. To have them not just ask, but tell me to do whatever they want with them, and to have my entire being... mind, body, the works, know without hesitation that it doesn't just want to do it... it needs to!"

Seeming to consider this answer for a moment, the panther nodded understandingly towards his interviewee. He turned towards his desk once more, then back to Jeeves what felt like a millisecond later, the clipboard gone from his hands.

"So, you don't just want to be physically controlled, you actually want your mind to believe what you're feeling, or seeing, or tasting. You want to be able to do anything, and actually believe that it's happening no matter how impossible it might be?"

Jeeves swallowed heavily, and heard himself answer once more. "God yes."

The kangaroo blinked, and suddenly noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, and stared, stunned silent and still at the sight which awaited him. He saw an otter, built with the lithe strength of a swimmer that was the perfect sexy stereotype of that species, dart in through the sliding office door. The otter was naked, his fur shining wet, though with some clear substance that seemed of a thicker consistency than water. Though not fully erect his pink cock was thickened and clearly in a state of at least partial arousal. He slammed his paw against the manual release for the door, once, twice, three times in rapid succession, and the hiss of pneumatics signalled the door's attempt to close. It failed, however, as when just a few inches of clear space remained between the near edge of the door and the wall into which it nestled when closed a thick, dripping tendril of some unknown, unfathomable nature darted through, wrapping itself around the door's metal frame and pushing it back open with what looked like effortless ease.

A cry rang out from the otter, one of mixed horror and delight, as more tentacles came rushing through the now fully open door. They wrapped around his arms, legs and torso, lifting him up into the air and spreading his legs wide open, clear for the kangaroo to see. One thick, particularly moist tendril pressed against the tip of the otter's cock and began to pulse, suckling on the shaft which now sprang to full mast and began to throb under the sudden onslaught. Another pair of tendrils gently and dexterously peeled apart the otter's rump cheeks, a third darting between them and causing the otter's whole body to buck and thrash in unbearable ecstasy as he was penetrated by inch after inch of the slick, slippery mass.

"Well, that's certainly an interesting response. We don't get many applicants as open minded and trusting as yourself, Jeeves."

Frowning, Jeeves squeezed his eyes tightly shut for a moment before opening them again. The interviewer stood, smiling, exactly where he'd been all along, and as Jeeves glanced towards the office door he saw... nothing, of course. What was he expecting to see?

Jeeves turned back to the panther. "I don't think it's a matter of trust, really. I mean, I think safety is implicit in almost any fantasy. Even the most dangerous and extreme of fantasies, you never believe that anything other than what you want to happen will happen. That's what a fantasy is, after all. Right?"

Again the interviewer gazed at the kangaroo as though mentally picking apart Jeeves' response, then spoke once more, his voice soft and placid as any that Jeeves could remember hearing in his lifetime.

"Down on your knees."

Jeeves watched as the male unbuttoned the front of his long white lab coat, stepping towards his interviewee as he proceeded to loosen the buckle of his smart black trousers and reached for its zipper. The kangaroo moaned softly as he slid off the couch, licking his lips as he saw the black furred feline push down the front of his tented underwear and expose a thick, swollen red cock, already oozing pre-cum. He felt the panther's strong hand touch the top of his head, stroking his ears and gently tilting his head back, urging him silently to open his maw. He saw that rigid shaft approaching him, and-

The panther stood still and calmly in the centre of the room, not appearing the slightest bit fazed as Jeeves gasped loudly and put a hand to his mouth, touching his lips and seeming to taste for an absent flavour in his muzzle as he did so.

"Let me pose you a hypothetical question though, Jeeves. If indeed you were mind controlled to believe that something was happening to you, then surely you could live your life a hundred thousand times over. You could be filled with memories of a dozen lives lived from beginning to end in a split second fantasy. Every dream, every wish you've ever had could come true in a heartbeat. But at the same time, how would you ever know what was real and what wasn't? How would you be able to tell what you were feeling now from what a fantasy was telling you to feel? How is it rationally possible to enjoy true mind control as a kink, if when mind controlled you couldn't possibly be aware of it happening?"

To be perfectly frank, Jeeves had never considered this before. He did so now though, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he regarded the interviewer and mused on his rather philosophical conundrum.

"To word it another way, Jeeves, how do you know that this is real, right now? How do you know that you're not down on your knees, being bathed in ribbons of my hot cum, while I make you imagine that you're sitting on a couch in the midst of an interview you actually finished the moment you stepped through my office door?"

Jeeves opened his muzzle to respond, and cried out as hot ribbons of cum lashed his face. He closed his eyes, maw hanging open as the panther's gasps and growls of lustful pleasure filled his ears. A strong hand gripped his hair, holding him in place despite the fact that the kangaroo was gleefully trying to catch every strand and streak of cum he could on his outstretched tongue. Between his legs, within his tight boxer shorts the marsupial could feel his own cock throbbing with arousal, demanding attention, but for now he did not feel the need to tend so immediately to its needs. After all, better to delight in the taste of hot cum on his face, his lips, running smooth and thick down his throat, and reminisce upon it countless times later, than lose himself in the moment and forget how it felt in the haze of orgasm.

"How do you know that you're not the figment of someone else's mind? That someone is fantasising about a kangaroo caught in the tendrils of some sexually ravenous experiment gone wrong while I interview them about all their deepest sexual fantasies?"

Jeeves rushed into the office, panting and shuddering with the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body and the fevered desire burning within his aching balls and swollen but untouched cock. He saw two figures glance towards him curiously; a black panther in a lab coat holding a clipboard stood in the centre of the room before an oaken desk, and on a soft couch close by an otter wearing a pair of black boxer shorts and nothing more, staring in stunned confusion at the male who had just so unceremoniously interrupted his interview. The kangaroo shook his head and turned his attention back to the matter at hand, slapping his paw down over the manual release for the door mechanism. It was too late though. Before the door could slide all the way closed Jeeves could feel a slick, powerful tendril coiling around his left foot, its gooey yet somehow solid tip weaving between his toes as it dragged him off his feet and upside down into the air. He tried to cry out as the creature's pheromones began to sink into his flesh, his cock already dripping pre-cum down onto his own upturned face, but mere seconds later more tendrils were worming their way into the room and plugging his every orifice, mouth included.

"How do you know that any of this is happening at all, or if I'm just distracting you. To keep your conscious mind busy while I get to know the real you. Your subconscious. To learn every little dream and desire that makes you tick. To find out not just the fantasies you want to share with me and the world, but those which are so deeply personal and intense that you dare not even write them down in a tell-all questionnaire!"

Jeeves' eyes widened as he felt his cheeks burning, his cock twitching between his legs, tight and hot within the confines of the boxer shorts which had been provided to him for his physical earlier that afternoon. He could feel his lips moving, speaking an answer to a question which he wasn't aware of having been asked, and which he couldn't hear the answer. The expression on the interviewer's face however, the giddy, gleeful grin that spread across the panther's muzzle when he heard what Jeeves had to say, made its impact perfectly clear.

The black furred feline beamed from ear to ear, and his eyes shone with abject delight as he addressed the kangaroo one more time.

"Oh my. You naughty kangaroo. Well now... that little bit of information is going to make all the difference, I promise you."

Stepping forward, the interview stretched out his right hand. Jeeves did the same, and though he didn't know why, he smiled joyously as he warmly shook the panther's paw.

"Welcome to the Valhalla Industries intern testing programme, Jeeves. Believe me... you're going to have a lot of fun over the next few months."

By Jeeves With editing and input by Shakal. :)