Note: This story takes place before Lord Boxman loses Boxmore and takes place in an alternate timeline (please see the note at the end of the story if you are still confused by this).

"And I'll talk to you later. Stay cool. It's been a scorcher," said Lord Boxman. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he quickly added, "Though, you're always hot."

"Box, really?"grumbled Professor Venomous as he rolled his eyes. He regained his composure. He commented, "Likewise," before ending the video call. Venomous was thankful for a productive call, but he was also relieved that it was over as the sun was setting in the sky.

Venomous stretched and yawned before entering the living room to find his minion playing videos game. With his hands akimbo and a confident smile, "Fink," he cheerfully said to her, "Good job. You didn't once interrupt my conference call with Lord Boxman. This deserves a reward."

The two of them entered the kitchen and Professor Venomous retrieved two popsicles from the cold storage. The coolness was a welcome relief to Venomous' scratchy, parched throat, and he found himself enjoying the icy treat more than he expected. Fink squeaked in absolute delight as she devoured her pop with much gusto. She astonishingly finished about the same time as Venomous as she normally ate at slower pace due to her rodent-like nibbles. "Great popsicles, Boss," she gleefully remarked.

"Now, it's time to get ready for bed," stated Professor Venomous.

"Aw, do I hafta?" complained Fink.

"I intend on going to bed early myself because I'm tired." He had almost snapped at Fink due to the busy day and heat getting to him. His shoulders were heavy and eyes were sunken.

Fink sulked as she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Venomous multitasked by keeping a watch on her progress as he made nightly preparations of his own. After Fink was finished with her routine, he tucked her in and bid her "good-night."

Afterwards, Venomous retreated to his bedroom and locked the door. Because of how warm it had been, he decided to sleep in the nude. He tucked himself in between a couple of thin blankets and fell asleep.

"Good evening, professor," said a familiar voice. It occurred to Venomous that the voice belonged to Lord Boxman. He was wearing nothing but a purple Speedo and a smile. His hair was a ruffled mess and sweat was pouring down his heavy-set body.

"I brought my favorite flavor of popsicle: grape," said the Boxman while holding up an unwrapped purple ice lolly. He brought the frozen treat up to his lips and licked the tip of it. Venomous cocked his head in confusion as he watched. Boxman then slid the long edge of the popsicle along his moistened lips, staining his mouth violet. Professor Venomous now understood what Boxman was doing and gave him a lustful glance.

"Ah… Ah. Keep going," Venomous sputtered.

Boxman paused. "Oh?"

"Continue!"

Boxman sneered and licked the length of the confection in small, tight circles. He popped the tip into his mouth and started to suck strongly. Venomous shuddered and felt an extreme throbbing sensation building up at his crotch. Boxman slid more of the popsicle into his mouth, and started to slide it in and out at a frenzied pace. Saliva started to accumulate along the sides of the pop and dripped onto Boxman's hand. Venomous shakily reached for his groin to relieve himself as he heavily panted. "Uh-uh-uh," Boxman chided Venomous as he saw Venomous' movement.

"Please, Boxman! I'm burning up!" whined Professor Venomous.

"I'm not," declared Boxman, before inserting the popsicle in his mouth once again to suck on it hard.

"Agh! I can't take it!" cried out Venomous with both of his hands on his temples.

Suddenly, Venomous jerked awake from his erotic dream. He turned on his bedside lamp and confirmed that he was rock hard. He touched his erection and hissed loudly. The throbbing sensation momentarily turned into tingling. But after that dream he had, Venomous knew that it would be better to take matters into his own mouth rather than his own hands.

Venomous sat upright, and then bent forward at his waist and neck. At first, he felt a bit silly kissing his own hard-on, but his embarrassment faded away once he pretended that it was Lord Boxman doing the kissing. As he took his penis' head into his mouth, he imagined Boxman sucking the tip ever so deftly. Professor Venomous shivered in pleasure at the thought of Boxman pleasing him. Venomous released the tip from his mouth and started licking his head furiously. He could taste precum oozing from his slit and was amazed at how good he tasted. Venomous returned his penis to his mouth, and managed to suck more of its length. As he started to bob his head, he could see Lord Boxman sucking his member in his mind's eye. Venomous cupped his balls as he sucked himself off.

Professor Venomous heard a loud knock at his bedroom door. The abrupt noise caused Venomous to come in his own mouth, being momentarily surprised by a strong, bitter taste and overwhelmed by frustration. As Venomous wiped his lips, a shrill voice could be heard from the other side of the door. "Open up! I had a bad dream!" The rapping and pleading continued as Venomous put on his bathrobe.

Professor Venomous opened the bedroom door and knelt down at eye level with Fink. "There, there. It was just a dream. Why don't you take a deep breath and we'll get you back to bed."

"Can't I sleep with you?" asked Fink.

"Now, we've talked about this before. You're too old to be doing this."

"Aw, Boss. Can't I?"

"Hush. Let's get you to sleep."

After Venomous tucked in Fink, he rubbed the back of his neck as he left her room. "Just a dream," he chuckled to himself, thinking about her. Instantly, it dawned on him that he had been trying to remedy his own discomfort from a dream prior to his minion's interruption.

An idea flashed in his mind: Venomous' dream could become a reality. Even though it was very early in the morning, he decided to take out his cell phone and give a certain someone a call.

"Hey, Boxman," he nonchalantly stated.

"Huh? Professor Venomous?" Boxman wearily responded as he decided to answer his phone. "Am I… dreaming?"

"No. Can you come over right now and help me with something?"