Professional Sheath Cleaning

By Silver Sheep

The grey wolf, Wenzel Bardawulf was sitting in a small office. It reminded him of a dentist's office with medical posters on the walls, a table with out of date magazines and the tame paintings lining the walls. The room was painted white with a lemon coloured ceiling. The commercial carpet on the floor was green, and it had looked like it had been replaced recently. Judging by how new it looked. His boyfriend Braxton had booked him in for an individual appointment.

A middle-aged red fox entered the room from the far doorway. He beckoned and the grey wolf to follow. The red fox had introduced himself as Peter earlier. Peter was wearing a lab coat and black business slacks. Wenzel jumped up and followed the fox into a back room. This room was set up like a locker room it had white tiles on the walls and floor and a pair of lockers on the wall. Otherwise, it was a pretty standard room.

"Alright, Wenzel. We need you to be nude for this procedure," said the fox in the disarming tone of a medical professional.

Wenzel just nodded and began to disrobe. His clothes consisted of a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He wore boxer briefs as underwear and with most critters was barefoot or bare paw to be precise. The grey wolf picked out a locker and neatly placed his clothing inside. He didn't bother to take his cell phone, or wallet out of his pants pockets thinking that it was much safer to keep them inside his pockets. Not that he had much to fear, this was only a tiny office with not many furs seen coming or going.

"Join me in the next room when you are ready Wenzel," said the fox.

It didn't take much longer for Wenzel to undress. The wolf wasn't too shy, it wasn't the first time he was seen nude with another man. He crossed into the next room. This room was a little more foreboding. There was a narrow bench of some kind. It looked like a dentist chair only that it laid flat. It had metal supports and mechanisms around its base. The chair had a hole for a creature's tail and space under it that was reserved for tailed critters.

This room was tiled just like the other one. The only difference being that the floor sloped towards the wall where a drain ran the length of the wall’s base. On the wall itself near the bench, there was a variety of hoses with different types of nozzles and three different taps. The taps were of the lever design. Easy to use with a red dot marking which position changed the water temperature to hot and a blue dot doing the opposite. Coming out of the ceiling was a large mirror it was round and on an adjustable arm. There was also an adjustable halogen light on an arm of its own that could be repositioned with ease.

The red fox motioned for Wenzel to take a seat. The grey wolf gulped as he neared the bench. Wenzel laid down on the bench. It was laying flat down, so the grey wolf had a view of the ceiling. It was painted white and was unadorned otherwise. Peter went to the side of the room where a control panel with built into the wall.

"Wenzel can you reach down with your arms under the bench. You should feel two metal bars. I would like you to grip them please," said Peter.

Wenzel reached under the bench. He soon found the two hand paw holds. The bench was narrow enough so that he could hold on to them without discomfort. Suddenly there was a series of clicks. Metal cuffs had tightened around both his wrists and another four had clenched around his lower limbs. Two for both ankles and two for his legs.

"Don't be alarmed Wenzel, it's required that you are restrained for this procedure," said the doctor.

Despite the doctor's reassurance, Wenzel couldn't stop himself from testing his bonds. He found that he was quite trapped. He was beginning to get the idea that his boyfriend had booked him into something a lot kinkier than a routine medical checkup. The bench began to rise until it was about waist height with the fox, who was still at the wall controls.

The back of the bench suddenly came forward not enough for a sitting up position but just enough to make looking ahead a bit easier. The fox came around to the grey wolf's side. He reached under the bench and produced a strap. This strap buckled to another one on the other side of the bench these strapped around the grey wolf's torso further securing him to the table.

With a final tug, Peter was satisfied that Wenzel was secure. Wenzel looked up, and he could see his reflection in the mirror. He had green eyes and a green flaming Mohawk on his otherwise grey-furred head. Peter adjusted his mirror until Wenzel had a view of his own crotch. Wenzel's sheath and balls were on full display. Then the doctor arranged the light. He positioned the light, so it illuminated Wenzel's crotch. Peter walked to the other side the room and rolled a stool on casters towards the bench Wenzel was secured to.

"Alright, Wenzel are you feeling comfortable?" asked Peter.

“Yeah,” said the grey wolf.

“Do you know what we do here?” asked the doctor.

“Medical checkups,” answered Wenzel.

“We're not general practitioners. We specialise in a few sexual health-related tests. The service Braxton book you in for is a professional sheath cleaning,” explained Peter.

“O-Oh,” Stammered the grey wolf.

"We're going to start off today by asking you a few questions regarding your genital hygiene. All our conversations here are strictly confidential. We do not disclose anything discussed here to third parties," began the fox.

Wenzel Bardarwulf was quite literally a captive audience. 

"How often do you wash your sheath?" asked the doctor. 

“Every day when I shower,” answered Wenzel.

“Do you just rinse over it or do you clean the inside?” asked Peter.

Wanzel could feel his blood rushing to his cheeks. It took a few moments for him to answer the penetrating vulpine gaze demanded an answer. “I clean inside most of the time only accept when I'm in a rush,” he explained.

"That’s better than many, terrific Wenzel. Some furs have poor sheath hygiene. That carries many health risks as well as being poor manners for their sexual partners,” said the doctor.

Wenzel nodded. He was glad that his answers had impressed the doctor so far.

'When you are cleaning your sheath in the shower do you put a finger inside and give it a good swirl?" asked Peter

Wenzel’s cheeks continued to warm at the doctor's line of questioning.“ I don't do that. I peel it back and run it under the water,” said the grey wolf.

“That's not a very thorough cleaning. Is there a reason why you don't use your finger,” asked the fox.

“I don’t want my claws scratching in there,” replied Wenzel.

“That’s just down to poor technique. Do you use soap when you wash it?" asked the doctor.

“I did o-once but it-it stung,” answered Wenzel. The doctors penetrating gaze made him shutter.

“In that case, you didn't use the right soap. There's a special soap designed for cleaning delicate nether regions. One that does not irritate the more sensitive parts of the body,” said the doctor.

Peter rolled himself on the stool across the room to a wheeled cabinet. He took out a pair of latex gloves and began snapping them on. He rolled back over to Wenzel.

“Wenzel I’m going to show you something. Look in the mirror,” said the doctor.

One of Peter's gloved paws reached down towards Wenzel’s genitals. The doctor took a firm but gentle hold of Wenzel’s sheath. The fox began to slowly retract it. At a certain point, Wenzel winched. The doctor stopped there. The flaccid pinkish-red of the grey wolf’s cock was on display.

“Sorry if that was uncomfortable. You can see why the pullback method is inferior. Most of your penis is still covered, so all of the gunk is still trapped inside,” said the doctor.

Wenzel didn’t answer until Peter ran his thumb paw over the tapered head of his exposed penis. Wenzel gashed as he twisted in his bonds trying to escape the sensation.

“Can you feel my paw pad? Even through the glove, you can feel the slight abrasion. That’s what you really need in there,” said the doctor before he released Wenzel’s genitals.

The grey wolf was glad that his sensitive organ was back inside his protective sheath. The fox got off the stool and went over to the hoses hanging on the wall. He took one with a relatively thin metal nozzle that had a bend in it much like a dog's leg. He turned on the water, and a water jet came out the end of the nozzle. He waited for a few moments before he put a gloved finger into the water stream. It became apparent that he was checking the temperature of the water.

He came over to Wenzel with the water jet still spraying. He moved the spray closer and closer to his sheath. The water was a warm, comfortable temperature is it sprayed on Wenzel's groin. Suddenly the doctor took hold of Wenzel's sheath and squeezed open its tip. The grey wolf jerked as the tip of the metal nozzle was lowered inside. The small flow of water was magnified being trapped in such a tight environment.

Wenzel gasped as the fox moved the nozzle around inside. He was gentle, but the strange feeling made the grey wolf struggle in his bonds. With the initial shock over, the sensation of the water jet spraying around his sensitive nether regions was something quite pleasant. As the fox brushed over some sensitive areas, it made Wenzel flinch and jump, but he was secured enough not to move his pelvis with the metal nozzle still inside.  After several more moments, the doctor removed the hose. He walked over to the wall cut off the water flow and returned it to the wall holster.

Peter crossed the room. He opened a tool tray and took out a small bottle. As he bought it close Wenzel could read the label; it described its contents as delicate soap. The fox proceeded to pour a quantity of the soap into one of his gloved hand paws. He lathered up the soap making sure his hand paw got a good coating.

"I'm going to show you how the properly soap up your sheath. You can easily do this at home as part of your hygiene regiment," said the fox.

Wenzel rocked in his bonds, but he was still quite secure. Peter then began to feed one of his fingers inside Wenzel's sheath. The grey wolf wiggled as much as he was allowed as the fox slid is soaped up finger inside of his sensitive nether regions. The size of the fox's finger was more substantial than the nozzle had been. He began to rub the grey wolf's cock and worked around circling it.

"Your sheath hasn't been cleaned properly like this. Use your paw pads as a brush just like I'm doing," said the doctor

Wenzel couldn't answer because he had been moaning. It was a very alien sensation as the doctor made sure to visit every crevice. Peter continued to rub and circle the grey wolf's penis. Soon, It didn't feel like cleaning anymore more like teasing. The rubber gloves and the copious amounts of the sensitive soap made Peter's finger glide around inside freely. Wenzel had to get a hold of himself. He was becoming quite heated down there now that the initial shock of having his sheath fingered had worn off.

Despite himself, the grey wolf felt his penis begin to stir. With the constant teasing, he just couldn't get a hold of himself. The sensations were just too pleasurable. Finally, the fox withdrew his probing finger. Wenzel could see in the mirror that his sheath couldn't contain his semi-aroused penis. The tip was poking out, it had a frothy bubbly coating from the soap.

“It looks like your sheath needed a good lathering. It's the best way to apply soap, and the gentle abrasion of a paw pad will not chafe your sensitive penis inside,” said Peter.

Wenzel tried to get a hold of his arousal as the doctor returned to the wall and took the hose out of the holster. Again he adjusted the temperature and flow rate of the hose. This gave enough time for Wenzel to settle down. When the fox doctor returned, Wenzel had control over his arousal again. His maleness has slipped back inside. Wenzel tried to relax as the jet of water slowly approached the opening of his sheath.

"Now for a good rinse," said the fox.

Peter used the same trick as before, he pinched Wenzel’s sheath gently just enough to produce an opening big enough for the tip of the nozzle. The lovely warm water began to wash around Wenzel’s penis. Again this made Wenzel thrash in his bonds, but he was locked tight quite helpless in fact. The doctor swirled around the water nozzle. And after about a minute Wenzel was sure that he had been thoroughly rinsed.

The doctor didn't stop, and the mood became much more sexual. Peter began to gently knead Wenzel balls in soft, gentle circles with his other soft rubber encased hand paw.

"It's alright Wenzel you're allowed to become aroused it's all part of our treatment here. I'm surprised you've made it this long without giving into my touches," encouraged the fox.

Wenzel relaxed into the sensations. Braxton must have put this fox up to this. He knew he liked erotic surprises. Peter continued to tease the grey wolf's balls, all the while moving the pleasurable hose and its powerful jet all around inside Wenzel’s sheath. It didn't take long for the tip of Wenzel's canine penis to make an appearance even with the nozzle still inside.

“I know you're like most of the naughty boys that come here. They never give their knots a thorough cleaning. I find a way to coax them out into the open. Yours is coming up nicely," said Peter, his voice now husky.

Wenzel let out an erotic moan. The doctor knew how the work his equipment. Both the one attached to the wall and Wenzel's personal equipment. His lupine length began to engorge. The fox kept the nozzle spraying inside providing stimulation. He moved his other paw up to stroke at the tapered tip of the grey wolf's erection.

As Wenzel became fully aroused, the fox withdrew his spraying nozzle but kept it spraying over his erection. Drawing it close and running it in soft circles. The lovely waterjet was doing a number on Wanzel he was loudly moaning and groaning as the pretence of this just being a purely platonic medical procedure was cast away. Much like how his lupine cock easing out of his sheath.

Under the fox's close attention Wenzel was being stroked and loved. The fox's graceful paws were teasing and rubbing. The doctor stopped his teasing. Peter placed the water jet back in its holster after cutting off the flow. He took out more of the sensitive soap and lathed up his gloved paws.

"You need another soaping Wenzel. Braxton has told me what a dirty boy you are. That's alright that's what we here for," said Peter.

The gentle soap acted like a lubricant, and soon Wenzel’s cock was given a thorough coating.

"See this soap is quite something. It's good for when you're alone in the shower or even with a friend," teased Peter.

"Wenzel's knot slipped out into the open. It seemed to receive the fox's full attention. He made sure the coat every inch of it in the lovely soap making it shimmer and glisten under the bright light.

“How often do you masturbate in the shower Wenzel?” asked the doctor.
Wenzel struggled to answer. Eventually, the grey wolf said, “I don't usually.”

"Just what I suspected. You neglect your lupine cock at shower time," said the doctor.

The fox reached down and squeezed the grey wolf's cock and began pumping at it. Wenzel was panting and enjoying the treatment now letting out the moans as the fox pleasured him. Peter was getting into the fun too, he increased his pace. His vulpine eyes watching his patient for his reactions. Wenzel watched in the mirror as the vulpine’s gloved hand paw glided up and down his thick lupine erection.

Under the doctors expert treatment, it didn't take long for Wenzel to climax. Thick ropes of his pleasure sprayed onto his abdomen. The fox stopped pumping as Wenzel creamed himself. The room was filled with the guttural cries of joy from the grey wolf. The fox gave Wenzel about a minute or so to a cover. He went over to the wall and took a different hose this one with a showerhead attachment. He adjusted the flow and temperature of the water and returned to Wenzel and began to clean the wolf’s cum covered body.

He only stopped to apply more of the soap washing around the areas that had gotten a splattering. He thoroughly rinsed Wenzel, running his free hand paw through the soaped wolf’s fur. Wenzel relaxed as he knew the fox meant him no harm. It didn't take long for him to be clean again. The doctor had even sprayed over his retreating erection. Peter returned the hose to the wall shutting off the flow of water.

The doctor crossed the room. He took out a large fur dryer from the bottom shelf of his cabinet. He placed it on top of the wheeled cabinet and then shifted the entire unit close to Wenzel. He plugged in the dryer into a wall socket and switched it on. Peter then went to the control panel pressed a few buttons and Wenzel could feel his limbs being released from their bonds. Before the doctor could return, Wenzel had unbuckled the additional strap by himself. He laid on the bench and let the dryer do its work.

It took about ten or so minutes for the wolf to be thoroughly dry. Peter or Wenzel didn't try to speak over the loud fan. The fox didn't talk again until it was switched off.

"Now Wenzel, I'm gonna give you a bottle of our special sensitive soap. I expect you to clean yourself just like I showed you. If you need another professional sheath cleaning Braxton has my number," said the fox.

Another fifteen minutes later Wenzel left the small offices with a bottle of Sheath Shampoo in his hand paws. The wolf would have to surprise Braxton then.