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First time
Clark clasped firmly on the table that Firm used as a desk. Rather than holding onto it, he pressed his fingers around its edges, releasing a bit of stress. The adult Doberman didn't want to let it show, but he was quite anxious about his first session on the receiving end.
Finn, on the other side, looked excited to start. The young lion tossed his shirt on his bed and started pulling down his shorts.
The adult looked away, giving the boy as much privacy as he could under his circumstances. The Doberman didn't know why the young guy would want to go nudes, but he didn't see fitting to call him out about it. After all, the boy gathered a lot of courage to ask him for a session in the first place. At least that was what Clark assumed at first. Now, it looked like the lion cub was a lot less shy than the Doberman thought.
Completely naked, the white furred feline stood before his foster caregiver. "Are you okay, Mr. Meyer?" The thirteen years old cub scanned the canine's face, expecting the big guy to speak sincerely. "You look like you need a break."
"What? We haven't even started yet." The adult wondered if his nervousness was too obvious. Looking at the boy, he took a deep breath. "I'm okay, Finn. Not a big fan of getting my balls hit, but I'm happy to do this for you," the thirty years old assured to the young feline.
"Really?"
"Yep," the canine nodded, raising his chin and closing his eyes.
"Sure?"
"Sure. In some way, I take it as a compliment." Clark gave Finn a warm smile.
The young cub paused for few seconds, just looking at the adult to the eyes. "Okay." He shrugged and adopted a wide stance.
Once again, Clark leaned back, holding on the table and spreading his athletic legs. Pushing his hips forward, the adult presented his genitals to the younger male. "This is gonna hurt..." he thought, swallowing his nervousness. All the adult said was true. He really appreciated that Film trusted him enough to ask him for a Control Bestow Therapy session. That didn't change that just like the average male, the canine didn't like to get hit in the gonads.
Taking the first step, Finn wrapped his fingers around Mr. Meyer's scrotum, trapping his puppy-makers under his thumb and index finger. The grab was firm enough to make the adult wince. As the boy pulled the twin organs away from the big guy's pelvis, the Doberman did his best to keep his position, felling his spermatic cords tensing painfully.
-It hurts?" asked the lion cub.
"I'm good," responded the canid as calm as he could, encouraging the young guy to continue. Clark's eyes opened wide when he saw the boy's right hand forming a fist. Knowing what was coming, he shut his eyes and slightly turned his face, hoping for the best, or better said, the least bad outcome of getting punched in the nuts.
Next, Clark felt a small line of knuckles digging into his tightly held nutsack. A sharp jolt shook him for a split second, but as soon as it hit, it disappeared. It wasn't until the little guy moved his fist away that the Doberman could feel a burning ache slowly forming in his pelvis, running up to his stomach and compressing his lungs. The big guy didn't get the chance to voice his increasing pain before a second punch from the cub left him winded. That second punch was all the canid knew to know that he bit more than he could chew. For a second, Clark considered calling quits, but soon he discarded that option. It took him several months to earn that level of trust from Finn, and the Doberman didn't want the boy to step back from it.
Fortunately for the adult's plan, not as much for his testicles, the cub didn't notice his aching face. Finn's blue eyes were no longer on his spotted brown face. The boy's attention was entirely on his tan scrotum, slowly taking a reddish tone.
Just when Clark started getting used to the ache, a firm palm landed flat on his pup-makers, a clapping sound echoed through the boy’s bedroom as the adult doubled over, cupping his swollen balls. Clark tried to take a deep breath and shake off the ache, but it was so paralyzing that he couldn't move. The pain was so bad that he started fearing the boy just broke something down there. As nauseous waves of ache ran up and down from his pelvis to his throat, the Doberman cradled his male-orbs, checking for any permanent damage.
The lion cub took some steps back, "Mr. Meyer?"
Slowly, The Doberman knelt down. "T-this is jus-" The adult tried to tell the young male that everything was fine, but he couldn't finish his sentence without coughing. "I'm fine," he stated breathless as his abdominal muscles sensed in, and his floppy ears pulled back against his scruff.
"I'm fine with this," responded the feline.
Clark took several deep breaths before straightening his back and answering. The adult kept his knees spread, placed both hands behind his lower back, and shook his hips, making his reddish nutsack to swing back and forth. "Are you sure you don't want to give them one last shot before we call quits?" Clark knew he was going to regret that invitation, but he didn't want the boy's first therapy session to end on a negative note.
"If you can take it..." chuckled the boy.
There was no small talk after that. The boy took one left step forward, and mimicking the movements of a soccer player, he landed a firm right punt on the adult's uncovered sack, compressing flat the pup-makers inside. A high-pitched yelp escaped Mr. Meyer's maw as his body curled again. With both hands cupping his throbbing gonads, his face sunk on the floor, and his tail bending inwards between his buttocks, he slowly let himself fall to his side.
There was little Finn could do to help the adult to ease his ache, so it was several minutes of the adult just moaning painfully, unable to move from his spot; while the lion cub gave him little taps on the lower back.
Once the Doberman was ready, the young feline helped him to sit up. Both males, being now face to face.
"Boy, I will be feeling that tomorrow," said the big guy still flinching. "Yeah, sorry." The young lion looked away embarrassed. "-Hey. That's a compliment," the adult responded with a smile. "Just don't ask me for another session for one or two weeks." Both males chuckled.
"Mr. Meyer?"
"Tell me."
"Thank you."
"Anytime, boy." Clark petted the back of Finn's head and kissed his forehead. The Doberman couldn't help but notice that the feline's fur felt different around the nape. The young lion might haven't had realized yet, but his mane was growing already.