Note: Please read Test Subject before reading this story. Thank you! ;)
Lord Boxman gently rapped on the metal door. It opened to reveal Professor Venomous.
"Come in, Boxman," Venomous said with a warm smile. He was expecting Boxman.
As Boxman entered the lab, the door slammed behind him, making him start.
"So, how are you getting settled in, P.V.?" he asked as he twiddled his thumbs.
"Hmm, it's going quite well. I have all of my equipment in place and I've found time to work on some experiments," Venomous remarked. He placed a hand on his hip while he scratched his chin. "Changing subjects, how's that Sybian of yours? Did the bots keep it intact while you were away?"
Boxman scratched his head and wondered why Professor Venomous was breeching this subject. Nonetheless, he answered the question, a bit of sweat on his brow. "Uh, Darrell took it out of my lab. Thought it was kind of creepy, you know. He had it stashed in a storage closet in the back of the factory." Boxman's demeanor quickly changed. He released his clenched hands waved them in an erratic pattern. His face now lit up with delight, he continued, "But, they should be moving it to our bedroom before you know it!"
"I see," said Professor Venomous dryly while raising his eyebrows in mild amusement. A wistful smile grew on his face. "You know, I owe you."
With a wave a hand, Boxman said, "Aw, it was nothing." But then, a sudden bolt of thought struck him. "Oh, wait. What do you mean?"
"The toy you made for me. I owe you for that, even though I lost it when my house exploded."
"Oh-ho," giggled Boxman with his hand clasped on his mouth. "I can just make you another. We can do it together!"
Professor Venomous held his finger up to Lord Boxman's mouth. "Say no more. We can worry about that later. I have a little something for you."
From a large tank on his lab bench, Venomous pulled off a cover. Inside the tank was a gelatinous, colorful slug-like creature. The organism was at least a foot-and-a-half long. As it writhed, its shape distorted, giving its form a fluid look.
"So this is one of your experiments, I take it?" said Boxman while feebly pointing at the creature with mild disgust. He was trying his hardest not to stick out his tongue.
"Yes. This is your reward," Professor Venomous said while gesturing his hands towards the tank. His eyebrows were raised as he eagerly awaited Boxman's response.
"Eh? I don't follow." Boxman's face drooped as he wondered what in Cob's name he would do with a slug. He thought that Venomous knew him well enough not to be giving him any organic pets.
From behind, Professor Venomous caressed Boxman's hips. He bent forward to give Boxman a kiss on his cheek. "Oh, you'll see. Now, take off your clothes."
Boxman was doubly confused. He stared at Venomous in slack-jawed disbelief. Venomous had decided to get undressed. Boxman shrugged and decided to follow suit, shrugging out of his lab coat.
As Boxman threw his clothing in a heap on the floor, Venomous grabbed a stool and placed it behind his partner. "You'll probably want to be sitting down for this," instructed Venomous. As Boxman struggled to remove one last sock, he plopped down onto the hard metal stool. He flung the article of clothing onto the floor with aggravated heft as he closely watched Professor Venomous.
Venomous stuck his arm into the tank and retrieved the slug. He carried the slug towards Boxman much like an inexperienced child would carry a cat: dangling and away from his body. As Venomous edged closer, Boxman flinched back and held his palm forward in an effort to get him not bring the slug any closer to him.
"Oh, seriously, Box. Calm down," Venomous said dismissively, noticing Boxman's distress. And with that, the slug was dropped onto Boxman's crotch.
"Ahh, ahh, AHHHH! GETITOFF!" shouted Boxman. His arms and legs flailed wildly. As Boxman panicked, the slug began to coil itself around his penis. "Whazzit doing?" he whined as he tried to pull the creature off his member. Tugging only made the slug wrap itself tighter.
"Relax. It's doing what should be doing," said Venomous in a nonplused tone. "Now stop pulling at it! You'll injure it!"
Boxman abruptly pulled his hands away as if he were touching something red-hot. "It's supposed to be doing this?" Boxman said. He was still upset, but he had calmed down a bit. His breathing slowed as he took a deep breath and focused more intently on the moment.
Professor Venomous gave his head a slight nod.
Boxman continued in a somewhat tentative tone, "Oh, now that you mention it, this feels kind of good." He had noticed the slug's smooth, damp skin and slimy secretions against his cock. The slug squeezed rhythmically as it continued to coil around his dick and made its way down to his balls. "Mmm," mumbled Boxman as he noticed his shaft stiffening.
While the slug contracted and slithered, Venomous began to stroke himself and pinch his nipples, aroused by the sight of one of his experiments being such a success. "Oooh, Boxman. You have no idea how exciting this is," he purred. He focused on rubbing his glans before sliding his hand up and down his shaft.
Boxman's member was firm, hot, and throbbing underneath the cool, soft slug. He panted heavily as the slug continued to squeeze, sometimes gently, other times strongly. A certain giddiness rose in his heart as his soft body became flushed. Sweat dripped from his forehead and cheeks. Boxman's mind started to feel scrambled. "It-it might b-be my i-i-imagination, b-but this i-is g-getting me really worked up!"
Venomous puffed and chuckled before answering Lord Boxman. "That slug secretes a powerful aphrodisiac which is absorbed through the skin."
"Oooooh! Thisfeelssogood!" Boxman exclaimed with his hips jiggling.
"Here, stand up," ordered Venomous as he edged closer to Boxman.
Boxman dismounted from the stool. Venomous placed his glans flush against that of Boxman. As Venomous steadied his erection against Boxman's shaky shaft, the slug slid up from Boxman's balls so that it coiled around both erections simultaneously. "Mmm, Venomous," gasped Boxman, watching the slug in surprise.
"Boxman," Venomous whispered. He was thoroughly enjoying the massage the slug was giving his dick. He cried out in pure ecstasy as the aphrodisiac entered his blood stream. Venomous' legs quivered like gelatin as he raggedly panted.
Professor Venomous slid his fingers gently on the slimy creature in a circular motion. "Your-your nipples need th-this," he breathily declared as he rubbed his goop-covered fingertips on Boxman's nipples. Boxman softly swayed his chest as his nipples became extremely hard. He could feel his pulse throb in them.
Sweat poured down their bodies. Venomous and Boxman looked each other in their eyes, leaned towards each other, and kissed. As Boxman ran his powerful arms and hands up and down Venomous' back, Professor Venomous slid his tongue into Lord Boxman's mouth. Both continued to make-out as the creature did its magic.
"H-h-hngh!" exclaimed Boxman. His vision grew white as his body released a white load. All over he felt tingles as he spurted in several long bursts. Lord Boxman's semen coated both the slug and Professor Venomous' member.
The slug loosened its grip. Venomous grabbed the slug before it fell to the floor. "Is it okay?" voiced Boxman, surprisingly feeling sorry for the slug.
"I-it's f-fine. I-i-it doesn't like the a-alkaline pH of the s-semen," Professor Venomous answered as he ran the slug under an open faucet before returning it to its tank.
"Why don't you sit down, P.V." Boxman wearily said, eyeing Venomous' erection.
"A-aren't you sp-spent?"
"Yeah, but you're not."
Venomous sighed and sat on the metal stool. He knew that Boxman was correct. Boxman knelt in front of him and delicately handled the length of Venomous' penis with his human hand. Boxman inspected it as if he hadn't seen it before, closely looking at all of its bulging veins and creases. Professor Venomous used to get impatient with Lord Boxman's ritual of high-scrutiny, but he had learned to enjoy it as he came to realize that Boxman was truly savoring moments like these and appreciating him for who he was.
Lord Boxman ran his tongue over Venomous' shaft. The secretions from the slug left it tasting mildly acrid and overpowered the bitter taste of his residual cum. Boxman flinched slightly due to the unfamiliar taste, but he grew accustomed to it quickly, especially as the flavors of the slime and precum intermingled. The slug's slime left a mucilaginous residue that was unusual to Boxman as he stroked the base of the member and its balls; feeling up Venomous had proven not to be as straightforward as usual. Venomous didn't mind or even notice these delays as Boxman moved along.
Boxman trailed deep kisses along Venomous' shaft before taking the length into his mouth. Venomous quietly gasped as he gently pushed Boxman's head downwards so that he took in more of his penis. Boxman looked Venomous in the eyes as he sucked. Venomous' heart fluttered as he made eye contact. "Oh… Boxman…" he hissed, running his fingers through the seafoam green hair.
"Oooh-ahhh!" It didn't take much for Venomous to push past the brink of orgasm as he was already passionately red-hot. He felt explosions from deep within him as his cum dribbled from out of Boxman's mouth onto the tiled floor. He heaved a heavy sigh as he crumpled forward. "My. You've worn... Me out," Venomous said with a chuckle.
As Boxman gotten dressed, Venomous' breathing slowly returned to normal. As he started to rise, he wearily continued, "You're free to use the slug almost any time."
"Hm. I think it's more fun when we both use the slug together," Boxman responded with a huge grin. Boxman hugged Venomous with great heft and gently stroked the skin on his back. "I have to say, I really enjoyed my gift," Boxman continued. "Sometime soon, we have to make presents for you."