Egaran Stars - 16. Galen- Teaching

Furred fingers wandered over Galen's thigh, the tiger panting quietly. His rod was spent, his body limp. The tiger was cautiously happy, Iason looking well fucked himself.

"That… that was amazing…" he breathed, looking at Iason.

"I know," Iason chuckled, stroking Galen's inner thigh. "All you have to do is do what we just did, in front of the camera. You just did, but it was off. When it is on, forget about it. It will be no different."

"But I thought you wanted me to pretend-"

"And you did. You were gentle, caring, letting me take charge even as I bottomed."

"That wasn't pretending… I wanted you to feel good," Galen frowned.

"Then you will do wonderfully in the brothel," Iason smiled at the tiger. "But remember, a shower after every rut. You want to keep clean."

He rolled off the bed, helping Galen to his feet. Heading to the shower, the white tiger started up a warm stream of water, guiding Galen under the liquid.

"This is where we… well, I... do most of my work with urine. As far as I know, we have never made a single video with skatá."

Galen shuddered at the thought.

"So… did you bring me here to-"

"To clean you up. And myself. Unless you were interested, but you've done so much already," Iason said.

Galen thought for a moment, before shaking his head.

"No, not yet," he said quietly. "Maybe we can do it tomorrow?"

"Come up with a scene for the camera, and I'll be glad to take part," Iason smiled, roughly rubbing the tiger down with shampoo.

"Maybe role reversal? How does that work though…?"

"Easy enough. I act like a big dumb brute, and then you push me around and fuck me," Iason chuckled. "I want you to know I am proud of you Galen. You faced a fear today."

"But we didn't get the video."

"About that… there is a camera that runs in every room, for the safety of the performers and workers. We have a video of me riding you. That video will be destroyed, and no one else will see it. To be fair, the video it produces is rather poor, but that is not what it is used for. Oh, by the way, you should stay away from the toilets in the back of the building, unless you want to be on camera."

"Wait… really?"

Galen let out a low chuckled, his tail flicking with excitement.

"Yeah. You aren't allowed to use them until you get at least one video posted of you inside me though."

Iason smiled at the blue tiger, reaching down to wash his sheathe. A finger ran over broken fur, tracing a scar on Galen's sheathe.

"So, care to tell me what this is from?"

"Something stupid. I'd rather not," Galen muttered, his tail thrashing.

"Understood."

Sliding the sheathe back, Iason took his time washing Galen's rod, Galen hissing quietly as his sensitive skin was exposed.

"I want you to wash me too," Iason said. "Once I am finished with you, clean me up. Whether a film or a brothel visit, every act you do should end with a shower, and you should aim to please your partner just as much in the shower."

Galen nodded as Iason slid down one leg, and then the other, vigorously washing his fur. The white tiger pulled Galen forward, rinsing him off before handing him the shampoo.

Lathering his hands, Galen began massaging Iason's head, cleaning his cheeks and ears before moving to his neck.

"A little harder. You want to make sure they are clean. No disease can be spread, or we will all have to quarantine until we can visit the doctor," Iason said.

Galen began rubbing a little harder, suds covering them both as he worked. Pulling Iason's rod out of his sheathe, Galen began washing it slowly, staring in concentration.

"Don't focus on one specific spot. We want them all clean."

Nodding, the blue tiger moved to play with Iason's balls. The other tiger hissed quietly, pulling away.

"Easy there…"

Galen chuckled nervously, his hand sliding over Iason's inner thighs. As he dropped down to wash Iason's feet, the blue tiger looked up.

"Was that okay?"

"It was a good start," Iason nodded with a reassuring smile. "Go ahead and get dressed. You're done for the day."

He stepped under the water as Galen got out of the shower. The blue tiger grabbed a warm towel, spending nearly five minutes drying his fur. When he was done, his fur was way too puffy, but the lack of a brush kept him from fixing that.

"I've been trying to get brushes in here for years," Iason said, handing a brush to Galen. "You should bring your own."

"I'll make sure I do that," Galen nodded.

"You should also get on a diet that will increase your stamina. You'll probably be seeing anywhere from five to ten people a day. Depending on the hours you work, of course. We do tend to see more people at night."

"What do you suggest?" Galen asked.

"Citrus for taste, plenty of protein. Oh, and if you start avoiding masturbation before bed, that helps too."

"I don't think that will be much of a problem…"

Galen pulled his clothes back on, running a hand through his fur.

"Do you know if Reinard is off yet?"

"The Faro? I have no idea," Iason shrugged. "I'm trying to avoid him, to be honest."

"Yeah, you and me both…"

Galen let out a sigh.

"I'll see you tomorrow then."

"I'm looking forward to it. You are one of the few with the rare talent to make me enjoy something up my tailhole," Iason smirked.

Galen laughed, shaking his head.

"Thanks… that's… actually really inspiring."

He headed out of the room, spending a few minutes looking for Reinard. When he didn't find him, Galen shrugged and called a boat. A few minutes later, the tiger was sitting in a taverna, a glass of wine in front of him and pasta on the way.