The Massage
#1 of An unlikely pair
Abay's Massage Parlour. A small, humble building, made entirely from wood, except for the massage tables. The jingle of a few small bells sounded when a fox walked in. His visible fur was all a nice brown color, black hair coming down just to his eyebrows. He wore a red t-shirt, plain, and a pair of blue jeans. He seemed to be very well taken care of, having a nice clean appearance, standing at five foot nine.
The feline behind the counter smiles, moving a hand over discreetly to readjust a small plant on the countertop before quickly moving it back in front of him, behind and under the counter. He give the fox a nod before speaking. "Ah.. Are you here for the free massage?" A flyer rests upon the counter, reading in large bold print, 'Free massage weekend, an hour long, please donate to charity'. The charity happened to be unnamed, though.
Nodding slowly, the fox also smiles, although he seems to be a bit uncomfortable. There was nothing but guys in this place. 'This could be a bit akward,' he thought. Nontheless, he agreed, figuring that it was free anyways. "Of course."
It was quite simple then. The cat simply pointed down a hall to the right. "You'll be in room three then. Just go right on down there, and the masseur should take care of you from there." He smiles politely, glancing over at the lapine to his right, flashing a grin to each other as the fox walked down the hall.
When the fox entered the room, an excited looking doberman greeted him. "Oh yes, another customer!" The doberman reaches forward and shakes the foxes hand excitedly. "My name is Onyx. Yours?" The fox responds, a bit startled by the doberman's enthusiasm. "Faolin.. Nice to meet you also."
The doberman is a thin one. He stands at around five foot five, holding himself tall, confidently. He wears the same uniform as the ones at the counter. A simple blue polo shirt with 'Abay's' written on it in fancy cursive, and blue jeans. The dress was casual enough for him.
Onyx quickly makes his way over to a padded table sort of thing, although it had a hole near the top, another one just below the middle, closer to the end opposite of the first hole. He eagerly pats the table. "Just lay down here please, on your stomach.." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I'll need you to strip down." When he sees the startled look on Faolin's face, he laughs softly. "Dont worry.. What, you've never been in a locker room before? Dont worry. I can cover your lower half with up with a sheet if you'd like."
Faolin nods uneasily, quickly slipping his shirt off, folding it neatly before looking down at a basket on the ground. He glances up at Onyx, dropping his shirt into the basket when he sees him nod. Faolin stands up straight, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, quickly slipping them down, along with his boxers, blushing slightly under his brown fur. Onyx took the time to note that the fox's body was near perfect. His muscles were toned, but not bulky. Faolin quickly folds his jeans before setting them into the basket, making his way over to the table.
The fox lays down on the table, squirming slightly. The holes were padded a bit more than the other parts of the table. His head fit perfectly into one, holding his head in place, supported by the pads. The other hole fit around his crotch, which the fox found a bit odd. "What's the other hole for?" The doberman simply chuckles. "We wouldn't want the important stuff having a chance of getting hurt, right? The massage is for an hour, remember?" He moves around the table, only his feet visible by the fox. "Are you ready to begin?" The fox responds quietly. "Uh-huh."
The doberman speaks as he opens a compartment from the side of the table. "I need to get a few things, oils, you know?" Everything he was doing was unseen by the fox, though. "Sure," he responded. Onyx grins to himself as he raises a strap out of the compartment, already attached to the table. He arcs it over to the fox, continuing to talk, just in case there was any noise. "So have you ever had a massage before?" The leather strap attached to the other side of the table silently, stiff enough to stay arched above the fox without touching him. "Never. This is my first." Onyx quickly and silently pulled the other strap, this one by the fox's legs, attaching it to the other side of the table.
Grinning happily, the canine responds. "Well this.." He grabs the slack of the leather straps that reached the edge of the table, pulling them both down at the same time, quickly locking them in place. "Will be a massage you will never forget." The fox was now strapped tight to the table, having no apparent means of escape. Onyx kneels down at the head of the table, looking into Faolin's eyes with a soft smile, reaching forward to caress his cheek, giggling softly at the surprised expression on his customers face.
Faolin remains wide eyed, squirming helplessly under the straps, his arms pinned to his sides. "What are you doing?" He shouted the words, hoping to draw attention to the room. The doberman simply chuckled. "It's soundproofed in here you know.. In between the walls, there is a lot of insulation." He pauses. "What am I doing?" Chuckling lightly, he continues. "I forgot something." He stands up and slowly walks to the side of the table, loosening the lower strap for a moment. Onyx swiftly tugs the sheet out before tightening the strap once more before Faolin even had time to react. Patting the fox's rump softly he giggles. "Cant have that hidden, can we?"
Kneeling down in front of the fox again, Onyx muses, "To gag you or not.. Lets find out, shall we?" He grins and lowers himself down onto his rump, quickly pressing his lips against the fox's unwilling lips. His tongue dips between Faolin's lips quickly before he pulls back from the kiss. "Not too eager, but I like your taste.. I don't believe a gag will be necessary. There's no reason for you to struggle anyways, right?" The doberman glances down towards Faolin's exposed crotch, grinning widely now. "Looks like someone else is liking this too.. And from how to struggled, I would have thought you were straight."
Faolin merely lets out a quiet whimper. His cock was betraying him, already at it's full length, around eight inches. Onyx grins and taps the tip of it softly. "Nice and big too.. I like it. Think you'll last the entire hour?" He wraps a hand around the fox's shaft and begins to slowly stroke up and down, scooting down a bit to lick at it while one of his feet traveled off to the side. Onyx's eyes lit up as his foot found the pedal he was looking for, quickly pressing down on it, watching the table begin to slowly lift up, giving him better access.
The fox could only squirm as Onyx worked on him, letting out quiet moans, the doberman just out of his line of sight. He felt him stroking his shaft, the squirming getting a bit more subtle. Faolin lets out a slightly surprised gasp when he feels warmth around his cock, closing his eyes, almost forgetting that this was a guy doing it.
Onyx takes the tip of Faolin's length into his muzzle again and suckles on it softly, licking in small circles, closing his eyes also. Reaching up, he stroked the rest of his length at a steady, fairly fast pace. He felt pre leaking into his mouth and eagerly swallowed it, thinking to himself, 'This guy really is a virgin..' Not long after the thought entered his head, he felt his muzzle being flooded with warmth. It tasted almost sweet to the doberman, a nice ending to his day. His ears perked up, almost definitely picking up a moan from the fox.
The doberman holds the fox's seed in his mouth before scooting backwards, kissing him firmly again. Faolin returns the kiss slightly, opening his eyes again when he tastes himself on the other man's lips. He begins to squirm again, shaking his head, trying to pull away, although the straps only gave him limited movement. With a gulp, the canine swallows, licking his lips. "Aw.. We'll have to get you used to the taste, wont we?"
Smiling, Onyx scoots down, giving the cock a last lick before scooting out from underneath the table, standing up again. Faolin hears a shuffling, then feels the doberman's weight upon his back. "Want that massage now?" Weakly, the fox shakes his head. "No.." Onyx couldn't have grinned any wider. "Well, I'd hate to do it without your permission. You're free to go I suppose.." He pats Faolin on the rump as he continues. "Don't bother telling anyone about this. Who'd believe you?"
With a dramatic sigh, the doberman hops down from the table and quickly unstraps his customer. He helps him up from the table, then quickly retrieves his clothes for him, setting them on Faolin's lap. Standing to the side, he watches him redress with a happy smile, hands clasped in front of him. The instant the fox is dressed, Onyx quickly steps over to him, just before he reaches the door, planting a firm kiss on his lips. "You have a nice day now, okay?"
Faolin quietly left. Onyx heard the two working at the counter giggle, then the faint jingle of the bells from the door. He hopped up onto the table, eagerly waiting for his next customer. Humming happily, Onyx was very pleased. He even managed to slip a business card into Faolin's pants pocket. It had 'ABAY' in the top left, and going down from each letter, was 'All', 'Boys', 'Always', 'Yiffy,' respectively. The doberman's phone number and address was printed in the bottom right, along with his name.