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The vinyl seat of the public bus was somehow bony under Prince's ass, the afternoon heat baking through the grimy window stifling the rust-colored fur beneath his Starbucks uniform. He wanted to sit on the other side of the bus, because that side would be shady, but the bus was mostly full by the time he got on and there was only one fully-open seat left. The city bus lurched over another pothole, and Prince's head banged against the glass window, interrupting his thoughtful reverie of the blur of passing storefronts. His shift at the coffee shop had dragged on forever, the espresso machine's hiss and the endless parade of demanding customers leaving him drained and eager for the sanctuary of his apartment.

"Rough day?"

The voice came from beside him, smooth and conversational. Prince turned to find a raccoon settling into the seat next to him, despite the abundance of empty spots throughout the bus. The stranger was older than Prince, maybe in his mid-twenties? With sharp amber eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses and an easy confidence that made Prince immediately self-conscious about his disheveled appearance.

"Yeah, I guess," Prince replied, his natural friendliness overriding his exhaustion and his usual wariness of strangers. "Just work, you know? Nothing too exciting."

The raccoon smiled, revealing perfect white teeth. "I'm Seth. And you look like you could use someone to talk to."

Something about the way he said it made Prince's ears twitch. There was an underlying warmth to the raccoon's voice, a suggestion of understanding that Prince rarely encountered. "Prince," he offered in return, then found himself adding, "I don't usually talk to strangers on the bus."

"But today's different?" Seth leaned back in his seat, one arm draped casually along the backrest. His posture was relaxed, inviting, and Prince felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease.

"Maybe." Prince glanced around the bus again, his unease at being approached randomly tempered with the sheer number of people on the bus. If the raccoon was some weirdo, all Prince had to do is shout for help. "Actually, I've been dealing with something kind of... embarrassing lately."

Seth's expression shifted to one of curiosity, raising an eyebrow as he looked the fox over. "Oh? Embarrassing things are the most interesting. And I've found that if there's something I feel... funny about... it helps to get things off your chest with someone who doesn't know your whole history. I mean, what do I care, right? I'm just a raccoon."

The bus swayed around a corner, and Prince propped an elbow against the seat in front of him, turning to better face the raccoon as he considered the offer. There was something about Seth that put him at ease. He just seemed understanding. "It's... sexual," the fox admitted, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper.

"Ah." Seth nodded knowingly. "Those are often the hardest problems to discuss, but also the most important ones to address. Trust me, Prince, whatever it is? You're not the first person to deal with it, and you won't be the last."

The reassurance in his tone gave Prince the courage to continue. "Yeah, I know." He felt his cheeks blushing hot beneath his red fur. "So I have this girlfriend, and she's, like, really hot. Too hot. I, um... when I'm with her, I have this problem with... lasting. Like, I can't. At all. It's so embarrassing. I'm worried she's going to break up with me." His cheeks burned beneath his fur, and he stared down at his hands clasped in his lap.

Seth was quiet for a moment, and when Prince risked a glance, he found the raccoon studying him with professional interest rather than judgment. "Premature ejaculation," Seth said matter-of-factly. "It's more common than you think, especially in younger guys. The good news is, it's very treatable."

"Really?" Hope flickered in Prince's chest. "I mean, I've read about techniques online, but nothing seems to help."

"The internet is full of garbage advice," Seth said dismissively. "What you need is hands-on instruction from someone who knows what they're doing." He paused, seeming to consider something. "I actually know a technique that's incredibly effective. It's all about training your body to recognize the point of no return and learning to back down from it."

Prince's tail twitched with nervous excitement. "You mean like... edging?"

"Similar concept, but more sophisticated." Seth's voice took on a teaching tone, authoritative yet gentle. "The key is precise pressure application and timing. It requires someone experienced to guide you through it properly."

The bus hit another bump, jostling them both, and Prince felt a strange thrill run through him at the proximity to this confident older male who seemed to have all the answers. The idea of being able to control himself, to be able to be the stud in bed that he wanted to be, gave him a rush of reckless excitement that he hadn't felt in weeks. "Could you... I mean, would you be willing to show me?"

Seth raised an eyebrow. "Here? On the bus?"

The absurdity of the suggestion should have made Prince laugh it off, but instead he found himself glancing around again at their isolated bubble of privacy. The idea was ridiculous, dangerous, and completely unlike anything he'd ever considered doing. Which was exactly what made it so appealing.

"I know it sounds crazy," Prince said, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "But I'm so tired of this problem controlling my life. And if it's just... educational..."

"It would be purely instructional," Seth agreed, though there was something in his amber eyes that made Prince's stomach flutter. "But it would be much easier to do somewhere private, like at your apartment - or at mine."

Prince thought about that, his tail twitching, the fluffy tip of it tapping between his ankles. "Well, no offense, but... I don't really know you... I can't trust you enough to invite you to my house." He cleared his throat, embarrassed at the contrast. 'I'm willing to let you play with my dick but I don't want you to know where I sleep.'

"Of course, I understand," Seth said, with a twinkling smile. He glanced around, weighing options, and then shrugged. "That's fine, we can do it here, but you're only going to have one shot at this, and you're going to have to trust me completely. This technique requires very precise manipulation, and any hesitation or embarrassment on your part could interfere with the process."

Prince's heart hammered against his ribs as he considered the proposition. Every rational part of his mind screamed that this was insane, that he was about to expose himself to a complete stranger in public. But the promise of finally addressing his most shameful secret overrode his better judgment.

"Okay," he breathed, his fingers already moving towards his fly, gripping the zipper of his work slacks. "Just... be discrete, please?"

Seth's smile was warm and reassuring. "Of course. Now, just relax and let me guide you through this."

Prince's hands trembled as he worked his zipper down, the slow metallic sound seeming impossibly loud despite the rumble of the engine and the hiss of air brakes at the next stop. He glanced nervously toward the front of the bus, but the driver remained focused on his route, and the exiting and boarding passengers were only interested in free seats, which were all several rows away.

When Prince finally worked up the courage to pull himself free, his uncut penis was already responding to the illicit thrill of exposure, beginning to swell in the warm air of the bus. He wasn't especially large - maybe six and a half inches when fully erect - but it was eager, the soft brown skin of his groin tapering to a blushing pink glans peeking out from his thick, plump foreskin. Prince had always taken pride in its appearance. The rust colored fur of his groin framed it perfectly, and his foreskin made and the way his foreskin puckered almost over over the tip of his cock. It felt weird, showing his dick off to another dude, but it was no different from the guys on the swim team, really... Right?

Seth made a soft sound of appreciation, unabashedly staring, the raccoon openly taking in every detail of Prince's prized endowment. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice carrying the indulgent pleasure of someone who knew quality when he saw it. "Absolutely beautiful. You should be proud of your piece, Prince."

The compliment sent a wave of heat through Prince's core, but he couldn't think of anything to say. He glanced around, ahead and behind, but nobody else was interested or looking at the fox with his dick out on the bus. When he looked back, Seth had extended one paw towards the prince's erection. His breath hitched as the other man's paw approached his cock, the fur worn thin and the pads calloused from years of unknown work. When those experienced fingers first made contact with his sensitive flesh, fingertips caressing along either side of his maleness, Prince let out a squeak.

"Oh, don't be so nervous," Seth said, as he traced his fingers along the gentle upwards curve of the fox's cock. "Your cock is beautifully proportioned, and uncut, too. That alone is going to make this technique much more effective. Your sensitivity is crucial for proper training."

Prince's breathing grew even more shallow, as the raccoon's skilled fingers explored his most intimate anatomy, gradually rolling and shifting towards the tip of his cock. Prince was eagerly erect, painfully erect, gripping and lifting up the hem of his uniform shirt as he watched the raccoon's fingers map the ridge of his glans beneath its protective hood and felt them test the silky texture of his foreskin. He'd never had anyone handle him with such clinical appreciation, and the combination of expertise and admiration was exotically intoxicating.

"Now," Seth said, his fingers curling around the base of Prince's shaft, and tightening, his grip becoming more purposeful, "let's begin your education."

The raccoon's soft, calloused paws began to milk Prince's shaft, squeezing and pulling along the fox's length with methodical precision, working with the focused attention of a potter sculpting clay. Seth's worn fingertips traced deliberate, calculated patterns along Prince's shaft, each stroke designed to build sensation in carefully controlled increments.

"The key," Seth murmured, his voice low and instructional, so that the other riders couldn't hear, "is recognizing the physiological markers that precede climax. Most males - especially younger males like you - rush past these signals in their urgency to ejaculate without learning to identify them."

Prince nodded weakly, though he could barely follow the raccoon's whispers. He wasn't sure he could focus on anything beyond the raccoon's skilled ministrations, watching unblinkingly as his straining erection was toyed with so professionally. He was hard, rock hard, his glans flushed dark beneath the protective hood that Seth gently kneaded against the sensitive flesh. The whole of Prince's awareness was watching and feeling, as his balls tightened in the suddenly too-tight grip of his whitey-tighties.

"Feel that tension building in your lower abdomen?" Seth asked, his grip shifting to encompass more of Prince's shaft, as his other hand moved to press just above the fox's hip bone on his left side. His fingers were warm, soothing, as he stroked the fox's belly with one paw, and his shaft with the other. "That's your body, preparing for release. Most males would push through at this point, but we're going to teach you control instead."

The pressure was exquisite, unlike anything Prince had experienced in his fumbling solo sessions. Seth seemed to know exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply, when to vary the rhythm to keep Prince balanced on the knife's edge of sensation. The fox's breathing grew ragged as heat pooled in his groin, his muscles beginning to tense in preparation for the inevitable. He felt his shaft spring upwards, trying to poke against his belly, but the raccoon's fingers kept it pointed directly at the raccoon.

"I'm going to-" Prince gasped, his hips shifting involuntarily.

"No," Seth said firmly, and fingers shifted downwards, to pinch against the underside of Prince's shaft, just where it jutted out of his groin. It was a precise pressure, firm and shocking. 

"Not yet."

The sensation was extraordinary. The urgent need to climax simply vanished, as if Seth had flipped some internal switch. Prince stared down in amazement as his erection actually softened slightly, the desperate edge of arousal backing away to a manageable simmer.

"How did you do that?!" Prince asked, his voice too loud for the confines of the bus, but Seth was already beginning again, his touch light and teasing as he coaxed Prince back toward full hardness.

"Pressure point technique," the raccoon explained, his amber eyes focused on his work with professional intensity. Fingers of his spare paw shifted down into the fox's slacks, cupping loosely around the bulk of the vulpine scrotum there. "Ancient practice, though most people don't know how to apply it correctly. Next time you get close, I want you to tell me, instead of waiting for me to tell you." As he talked, he lifted the fox's balls up and out into the open, the heavy orbs filling the raccoon's palm. A thumb stroked along the top of them, squeezing just firm enough to make Prince's fur bristle. This hadn't been part of the deal - if any of this could be considered a deal - but Prince couldn't bring himself to tell the raccoon to stop. 

The bus lurched through a series of traffic lights, the stop announcements crackling over the intercom as more passengers filtered on and off. Prince was dimly aware of the urban symphony surrounding them - the wheeze of air brakes, the rumble of the engine, the distant honking of car horns - but his world had contracted to the warm bubble of sensation of his maleness being openly teased and toyed with, where anyone could see.

The second cycle built even more intensely than the first. Prince's thighs tensed, pushing restlessly against the sticky vinyl seat as Seth worked him toward the edge again, those calloused fingers finding new sensitive spots along his shaft, tickling against the underside of his foreskin. Prince wanted the raccoon to skin his dick back and forth, like Prince did when he masturbated, but Seth's teasing had so far not even skinned his dick back even once - and somehow Prince was still about to climax. When the desperate need crested again, threatening to spill over into release, Prince gritted his teeth, realizing only as he felt the pinch against his shaft that he was supposed to say something. Prince's climax retreated like a tide pulling back from shore, and the fox panted in frustrated excitement.

"This is incredible," Prince whispered, his voice hoarse with suppressed pleasure. He stroked the back of the seat in front of him with his paw, trying to anchor himself as Seth began the third cycle. "I never knew it was possible to feel this much without..."

"Without losing control?" Seth finished, his smile carrying a hint of something Prince couldn't quite identify. "That's exactly the point. Your body is learning that pleasure doesn't have to end in immediate release."

The bus hit a pothole, jostling them both, and Prince had to bite his lower lip to keep from making noise. An elderly badger sitting across the aisle from them glanced over briefly, but her attention returned to her knitting without apparent concern. Prince realized he was completely exposed to anyone who cared to look, his erect penis jutting up from his opened shorts while a stranger played with his balls and jerked him off, and the knowledge only heightened his arousal.

Prince's stop was coming up, but he still had a couple minutes left, and he rested his head back against the vibrating window as Seth  brought him closer to his edge again. Again, Prince felt himself about to climax, the fox closing his eyes and opening his jaw as his hips pushed up into the raccoon's paw, and again, he was stymied by the firm, pleasant, dick-softening pinch of the raccoon's fingers.

"Prince, this isn't a free ride," Seth said, as he let the fox's shaft droop down to rest against his wrist. "You need to tell me when you're getting close, so that I know that you're learning how to control your urges. If you can't do that, then unfortunately, I won't be able to help you."

"Of course," Prince said, bashfully, but all he could think of was the flush of arousal that had his entire body tingling. His balls tightened, churning in the raccoon's paw, and the only thing Prince could think of was showing his girlfriend how to jerk him off like this. Seth watched for a bit longer, evaluating Prince by some hidden metrics, and then with a small smile, began to start again.

Another stop, and more people came on the bus. A tall maned wolf glanced down at the fox's groin as he walked by, glanced again, and then kept walking. Prince wanted to be confused, alarmed by that - how could someone see a guy being jerked off and not care? But he was so close to cumming again, that he couldn't think of anything else.

Something new was happening, something that Prince wasn't quite familiar with. He could feel something pressing out from inside him, a subtle, slick, tickling pressure oozing down the length of the inside of his cock. He knew the familiar sensation of pissing, of ejaculating, but this was... less urgent. He felt the growing tickle of it near the end of his penis, and watched in fascination as a clear droplet formed at his piss-slit. It beaded at the tip of his glans, pearl-like and glistening in the filtered sunlight streaming through the bus window behind him. He'd never seen his body produce anything like it before. It wasn't cum, or pee, so-

"What is that?" he asked, staring at the bead of fluid with wonder.

"Precum," Seth explained, though something shifted in his expression - a flicker of what might have been sadness, or perhaps anticipation. "It's perfectly normal. You see, the longer a male's body is aroused, the more of that it produces. It's a natural lubricant that your body produces to prepare for... well, for what comes next."

The raccoon's thumb brushed over the sensitive tip, the very edge of his thumb pad catching the edge of the precum, and pulling down. The clear fluid touched the fox's foreskin, and disappeared between it and the cock underneath. He could feel the precum seeping beneath his hood, coating the sensitive head of his penis in warm, silky moisture that made even the lightest contact almost unbearably pleasurable. Prince winced, shivering at the tickling slickness - a sensation that he associated with his cock after he had finished climaxing, and his dick throbbed hard in Seth's paw. 

"It makes everything so much more sensitive," Prince observed, his voice tight with amazement. "I had no idea my body could do this."

"Most males your age never get the chance to discover what they're really capable of," Seth agreed, his ministrations becoming more focused, more purposeful as he began to slowly stroke the fox's foreskin between his two finger tips, tugging it down over the bulbous glans, revealing its supple wine-colored glistening blush to the air, and then covering it back up again. The raccoon clearly knew that what he was doing was extremely stimulating for the fox, but he didn't seem as if he was going to stop. "You're experiencing your sexuality the way it was meant to be - slowly, completely, with full awareness of every sensation."

Another droplet formed, larger than the first, and Prince watched it with the fascination of someone witnessing a miracle. His cockhead was slick now, glistening with his body's natural lubrication, and Seth worked the foreskin back and forth over his pronounced glans with an expertise that suggested years of practice.

"I'm glad you got to experience this," Seth said, and there was something almost wistful in his tone. "Not many males get to see what their bodies can produce when given proper time and attention." The fox could only grunt, missing the way that Seth's expression shifted, becoming more businesslike, more focused. The raccoon's fingers slid down to the root of Prince's shaft, and gripped firmly, the bulk of Prince's shaft jutting needily out from the clutch of the older male's slender fingers.

"Now," Seth said, his amber eyes meeting Prince's with sudden intensity, "I think you're ready for my super secret technique."

"I thought the edging was the technique," Prince replied, watching eagerly as Seth maintained that firm grip. The pressure was different now, more possessive, and it sent a thrill of anticipation through Prince's core.

Seth smiled, and for the first time, Prince caught a glimpse of something predatory in that expression - something that should have alarmed him but instead only heightened his excitement. "The edging was just preparation," the raccoon said, his free paw moving to a holster at his hip that Prince hadn't noticed before. "This is where the real magic happens."

Prince's breath caught as he watched Seth's movements, his naive trust overriding any instinct for self-preservation. He was completely under the raccoon's spell, his body thrumming with controlled arousal, his mind focused only on the promise of finally learning to master his most embarrassing weakness... and to get off while he was doing it. Would the raccoon give him head? Would Seth point Prince's dick at the fox or the raccoon - or perhaps straight up. Prince looked up at the ceiling, realizing with certainty that he could definitely splatter it. 

When he looked back down, he saw that Seth was pulling a dagger out of his holster, a dagger unlike anything Prince had ever seen, its silver blade emanating an otherworldly blue-white glow that seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat. The edge hummed with contained energy, casting dancing shadows across the interior of the bus as Seth smoothly moved it from his hip to Prince's. Prince found himself transfixed by the luminous metal, his analytical mind trying to puzzle out what kind of technology could produce such an effect.

"Wow," he breathed, leaning closer to examine the blade despite the obvious danger it represented. "What kind of metal is that? Some kind of electroluminescent alloy?"

Seth's smile was enigmatic as he angled the dagger so the light played across Prince's fascinated features. "Something like that. The important thing is how precisely it cuts. Most tools are crude, imprecise, but this..." He rotated the blade slowly, letting Prince admire the way the glow seemed to flow along its edge like liquid light. "This is designed for very specific work."

Prince nodded eagerly, his scientific curiosity overriding any concern about why Seth had produced a weapon during what was supposed to be a lesson in sexual technique. The fox was so focused on the blade's mesmerizing properties that he barely registered the way Seth's grip on his shaft had shifted, had gripped his shaft more for stability than for pleasure. He didn't quite notice the way that Seth tugged, stretching the fox's penis away from his groin, creating a gap between where his fingers clutched Prince's cock, and Prince's groin.

"The technique requires absolute precision," Seth continued, his voice taking on that same instructional tone he'd used throughout their encounter, as he moved the blade down to Prince's groin. The fox's precum-slicked cockhead and foreskin gleamed in the ethereal glow, the clear fluid making his shaft appear almost translucent in the strange illumination. 

The blade was beautiful in its otherworldly radiance, and he found himself wondering about the science behind its construction even as it drew closer to his exposed flesh. "One wrong move and the whole process is ruined."

"Okay," Prince said, his mind struggling to come up with an explanation for what was happening, as Seth brought the edge of the knife down and underneath his shaft. He could feel the warm, smooth flat of the blade as it rested on top of his plump, aching nuts. "What.. process?"

"This is going to feel very different from anything you've experienced," Seth warned, ignoring Prince's question. "Trust me completely, and don't move a muscle."

Prince nodded, his tail twitching with anticipation as he watched the glowing edge pushed into his most sensitive anatomy. The first touch was barely perceptible - just the whisper of energy against the underside of his shaft where it emerged from his body. Prince wasn't even sure if it was touching him, as he expected to feel the press of metal against skin, but instead he felt only a strange warmth that sank up into the underside of his shaft. He realized, with a start, that he could see the edge of the blade slicing up through the root of his maleness, even if he couldn't feel it - could mark each millimeter of the blade as it sank deeply upwards into his tissues. The sensation was oddly pleasant, like sinking into a hot bath or basking in summer sunlight.

"That's so weird," Prince said, letting out a nervous laugh. "It looks like it's cutting...?"

"Don't be silly," Seth replied,  his voice steady and professional. "It's not cutting your dick off." Between them, the knife tickled its way up through the widest part of Prince's shaft, and closed in towards the top. "This is just part of the process that I have to do, to help you stop from ejaculating too quickly."

Prince accepted this explanation with the same naive trust he'd shown throughout their encounter, too fascinated by the unique sensation to question why such a tool would exist, or why Seth possessed it, or what exactly it was doing to his precious penis. It wasn't until the blade completed its path that Prince began to understand what had actually occurred. The warm, pleasant sensation gave way to a strange emptiness, a sense of absence where fullness had existed moments before. The blade separated through the top of his shaft, appearing into the open air, and the second it finished slicing off his cock, the raccoon lifted his hands up and away. Prince was left staring at the smooth, unmarked skin where his penis had been attached, the area glowing faintly with residual energy from the blade.

"What..." he started to say, but the words died in his throat as he saw what Seth was holding.

His penis - his own beautiful, precious penis - stood erect in the raccoon's grasp, completely severed from his body yet still flushed with arousal. One last, single, clear bead of precum had crested the tip while the knife had pushed through it, and Prince could swear he still felt phantom sensations as Seth rotated it slowly, examining it with the appreciation of a connoisseur.

"It really is a magnificent specimen, Prince," Seth murmured, his professional detachment a stark contrast to the intimacy they'd shared moments before. He held the severed organ up to the light, admiring the way Prince's foreskin caught the glow from the overhead lights. "The curve is absolutely perfect - not too pronounced, but enough to add character. And the proportions..." He inhaled deeply, as if savoring a fine wine. "Exquisite."

Prince stared in fascination and horror as Seth continued his examination, running calloused fingers along the shaft that had so recently been part of Prince's body. The raccoon traced the prominent veins, tested the silky texture of the foreskin, even gave the glans a gentle squeeze that scraped the droplet of precum free of the glans to soak into the fur of Seth's paw. He brought the penis to his mouth with his paw, as the other paw reupholstered his dagger, and took a long sniff along the stolen length, savoring the gentle musk of the eighteen year old penis with heady satisfaction.

"The scent is remarkable," Seth observed, seeming to catalog every detail. "A little starchy, but not besmirched by the stink of ejaculate. Just sweat, and your natural musk." The raccoon wiggled his nose, thoughtfully. "Hints of graham cracker. Oh, yes, that's the mark of a truly premium specimen."

"You're... you're taking it," Prince said, the realization finally penetrating his shocked confusion. His voice was small, uncertain, as if he couldn't quite believe what his eyes were showing him.

"Of course I am," Seth replied matter-of-factly, tucking the still-erect penis into his shirt pocket with the glans peeking out the top like some obscene boutonnière. "Why else would I have cut it off?"

The bus shuddered to a stop, air brakes hissing as the doors in the front opened with a pneumatic wheeze. Seth stood smoothly, adjusting his shirt to ensure his prize was secure, while Prince remained frozen in his seat, staring down at the space between his legs where only his heavy, aching testicles remained, draped over the front of his unzipped slacks like forgotten luggage.

"But I don't understand," Prince protested weakly, his hands moving instinctively to cover the absence where his manhood had been. "Why would you...?"

"Well," Seth said with a gentle smile as he moved toward the exit, "you'll never have to worry about premature ejaculation again. Your problem, my dear prince, is solved."

The casual cruelty of the statement hit Prince like a physical blow. He watched through the grimy window as Seth stepped off the bus and melted into the crowd of pedestrians. The raccoon turned back to the bus, waving, and Prince could see the flash of pink of his stolen cock jutting out the top of the raccoon's pocket. The fox remained motionless, trapped in a nightmare that felt too surreal to be real yet too viscerally immediate to be denied.

The bus lurched back into motion, and Prince became aware that his arousal hadn't diminished despite the trauma of his loss. His testicles felt heavier than ever, swollen with need that had no outlet, aching with a fullness that would never again find release. He sagged back against the seat, confused and still horny, feeling something that he had never felt before and didn't particularly enjoy the sensation of: Sexual frustration.

"Excuse me."

The voice came from beside him, and Prince looked up to see a large tiger settling into the seat Seth had vacated. The feline's amber eyes were fixed on Prince's exposed groin, specifically on the swollen, vulnerable sac that hung between his legs. The tiger's rough tongue flicked across his lips in an unmistakably predatory gesture.

"Looks like you've had some trouble," the tiger observed, his voice a low rumble that made Prince's remaining anatomy try to retreat closer to his body. "Don't worry, though. I know the perfect little trick to help someone like you with a case of blue balls."