Freedom to Flex
#3 of Spa Parlor Series
Richard Thompson, gamer, cosplayer, gym goer is finishing up his routine when he notices his towel is gone. He then hears a loud, rather pointed laugh from a lion and wolf pair.
Is that his towel the wolf is drying himself with?
"Touch me, touch me
I want to feel your body..."
The current song finished its run and switched once more, and the sound of males grunting and huffing, with machines clanging and crashing slowly entered the buck's awareness once more.
He'd finished the last of his exercise routine on the inner/outer thigh machine and let it go with a grunt, leaning back into the seat to allow himself a moment to breathe.
Rick had left his hotel room out of boredom. He was visiting the busier, more eclectic northern part of his city to attend a small but growing comic convention as a last-minute guest speaker. He'd provided his time, signed autographs, taken pictures and the like, but a sudden accident with the sound system, and then the collapse of the cosplay stage. To top it all off, one of the attendees had a horrible case of fleas, well...
"Fucking Tina..." he sighed.
He wouldn't put it past her, not after the shit he'd seen when she'd stormed in and out of conventions.
Regardless, that left him stuck in the hotel with little to nothing to do aside from gaming on his laptop, watching crap TV, or sleeping.
His boyfriend, Caleb, was not having it.
"Maldita sea, Ricky, just go out and see the town! Go to the park! A bar! See a movie! I'd love to go down there but, well, I'm the strict worker of the two..." the ginger-mangabey had sighed. "Like, go to the gym even, scope out some guys, shake your grade A behind at them, or something, I will not have you come back and complaining about how bored you were."
He had a point.
"Why notgo to the theatre? If you want something serious, there's a decently reviewed showing of Carmen playing at their local theatre, however, if you're feeling light-hearted and cute, L' __E_ lisir d' A more_ or The Elixir of Love," Ean Hellminn, the local Literature Professor, stallion hunk, and Cal's (and his for that matter) partner had interjected, taking the opportunity to openly show his love for the classics. "Finally, if you want something that will have you laughing, Il Barbiere di Siviglia, or, The Barber of Seville, is also playing," he added.
"Cariño, they're in French and Italian...," muttered Cal.
"Yes? Beinir knows you two boys could use some culture," he said with amusement.
Back in the present, Rick sighed - he missed both of them terribly.
"Well that's my mood done, time to go," he told himself. He might find a digital showing of Carmen to pass the time.
Maybe.
The buck sat up and ran a hand through his thick poof of brown hair, matted as it was from all the sweat. His chest was fully bare and exposed, chest fur plastered to it, same for the trail that ran and vanished into his shorts; soft and smooth running ones that he knew showed off his ass and kept his bulge where it needed to be.
He usually used it under actual sweatpants or when feeling sexy at work - he had nothing else to take to the gym.
What was missing, however, was his towel...
"Where..." he muttered, looking around the machine for it.
A laugh made him look up and over.
Rick had noticed this duo of a lion and wolf. They were loud, rambunctious, prone to fits of laughter. They touched freely: shoulders, arms, chests, and sometimes butts. The lion was as unique as he'd seen them, his fur was black and grey, with tones of dark brown in his mane. The mane itself was dreaded, twisting tightly to make one giant tail at the top but shaved elsewhere around his face and chin. He was very much built like a king who would fill an expensive suit.
Meanwhile, the wolf had a pair of arms that Cal would love to swing on, pecs that they would both love to massage, and a belly that probably appreciated the finer things in life.
"And a belly rub or four...," he thought.
The wolf also had an uncommon fur color and pattern. He had a pale cream coat that was slashed with black and a rusty brown, fading to white at his muzzle. He'd caught a hint of amber eyes whenever his own blue eyes surveyed their general area.
Needless to say, both males were lookers, but Rick would be lying if he said he didn't have a soft spot for the wolf - sure, both of them were Predators to his Prey, but, well, he was more a dog person than a cat person.
"Not that I have anything against barbs... _,_" he thought, his fingers flexing, remembering the one and only barbed cock he'd played with, the memory of the face and sounds of that tryst still in his mind.
His bulge twitched and threatened to swell, urging him to snap back to the task at hand--his towel.
The wolf and lion seemed to have followed Rick around the gym. He was not sure he was being stalked, but the gym was large, modern and open; it had all kinds of machines, some that did better work for shoulders, stomachs, legs and backs more than others.
Yet these two, who seemed at home here, chose to stand around the set of machines that Rick would mark as intermediate, versus where the regulars (who greeted them) frequented.
And then there was the fact that a familiar purple towel was laid out next to the sitting lion, who watched his standing wolf pal wipe his face with a simialr purple towel.
There was a third towel, a green one, laid on the machine the wolf had vacated.
Point to Rick.
Steeling his nerve, and gripping his phone tightly, Rick walked over on cloven feet.
"Why did I decide to do this?" Rick asked himself as he stood behind the wolf, willing himself to touch his back, to clear his throat...
Damn his Deer-In-Headlights complex.
"What if you've imagined the whole thing and they just took it because they mistook your towels for their __s? What if they're not as nice and friendly as they seem? What if they've been talking about your form the whole time? What if they're rude? Wonder what Cal is doing right now? Riding dick or flinging cheerios?" his mind went on and on, face neutral yet eyes clearly checked out for anyone who was looking.
And someone was.
"Uh, hello? You need something friend?" a voice asked, breaking through the rather loud questions in the buck's head.
"I..." Rick blinked and looked up, his snout staring at the dark, fuzzy chest of the wolf before he raised his eyes to those amber eyes, eyes that stared at him with a kind worry.
He took a breath through his nose and nodded.
"Yes, sorry, I...I think you have my towel," he finally said.
The wolf blinked.
The lion behind him hid a snicker behind his paw, and Rick felt vindicated.
Two Points to Rick.
"I...your..." the wolf looked terribly confused, first to the purple towel in his hand, then looked over his shoulder, looking down and over at the one on his friend's lap. "How did..." he muttered, glaring lightly at the lion.
"I dunno man, thought it was ours when we moved at some point," the lion shrugged. "Didn't notice it was a little small, pal?" he asked with a grin.
The wolf sighed - a sigh that said 'fuck this, not again'.
"Sorry about that," the wolf said, handing the clearly smaller hand towel to the buck. "I thought it smelled a little weird, but..." he shrugged.
"Probably a different detergent, no big deal," Rick said, taking his towel from the wolf's paw, unable to keep himself from checking him out, noting how baggy his shorts were and how little they hid him in any way.
"Get out of here with your tight short shorts, Cal," he told his inner-shenanigans inducing monkey, easily imagining Cal's easy-going grin and leering eyes over his shoulder, if he were here.
"Anyway, that was all, thank you," Rick said, clicking into a hushed exchange between the lion and wolf, the former looking both terribly amused, yet annoyed, with the wolf just all kinds of annoyed.
He thought no more of it.
"By the way...," the wolf said, rubbing the pads of his left paw together as he looked anywhere but at Rick and then seemed to settle on his antlers, "...just wanted to...compliment you...on your form...and if you ever needed a spotter for anything harder...," he shrugged, leaving his offer in the air.
"Oh, um, I'm not a local, not sure when I'd be around but thank you," he replied politely, and for some reason he thought he heard Cal groaning in the back of his head.
Did he butt dial him?
He checked really quickly - he didn't.
"Goddammit Artie," the lion muttered with a click of his tongue, standing up and pulling on the wolf's tail. "Look, my friend here wants to take you out for food, we know this food truck nearby, wanna come?" he asked the buck, ignoring the 'Drey, no!' from the wolf.
Rick blinked, looking between them.
Then chuckled, grinning wide.
Three Points to Rick.
"Look, am sorry, Drey here is just...," both the wolf and the lion shut their maws as Rick's long, nimble fingers rubbed the wolf's chin, his wide amber eyes closing to half-lidded as a rumble left his chest. Rick ran the tips of his digits from chin to throat, then let all of his fingers slide down the wolf's chest to dig and squeeze at the thick chest fur that settled between his pecs.
"I could go for something to eat. Sadly I have to get back to my hotel room rather quickly, so...," he shrugged, looking to the gobsmacked but impressed lion to the utterly gone wolf.
"Which you stayin' at?" the lion asked.
"The Orcariott," Rick replied, keeping his eyes fastened to the wolf who's ears kept twitching, his whole body seemingly frozen from his action.
"Damn, bit too far from the one we want to go to..." the lion said with a shake of his head. "Ah, well, rain check?" he asked.
"Depends, can doggy speak for himself?" the buck asked with a grin, the dark-furred feline letting out a bellowing laugh at his words.
And then an arm wrapped around his waist, and a wet tongue ran over his cheek.
"I know a place near your hotel, we can get it to go, okay?" the wolf finally said, pressing the buck close to his side. "I'm Artie by the way, and that asshole is Drey."
"Richard, but call me Rick, please," he replied, letting his arm and hand that was closer to the wolf's back run through the wolf's thick, fluffy tail. "Now, I'm gonna go and shower, meet you outside?" he offered and got a very enthusiastic nod in return.
He chuckled.
"I suppose I'll tell the boyfriend that I actually have plans tonight, he was worried I'd be stuck playing bad cartoons for the rest of my night," Rick added as an after-thought. This was always the make or break of when he went on trips without Cal - always keep his monkey informed of everything, and lay his simian card out plainly and openly.
He ignored the effect his words caused and simply walked past the two males, giving them a small wave of parting.
As he neared the locker rooms, he couldn't help but take the little purple towel up towards his face and take a sniff.
"Oh god, this smell," his body shuddered, cock hard in seconds.
It stunk of wolf.
"Fucker better come after me, or else," his own voice threatened, happily high-fived by the orange chimp next to it.
To CarrotTail, Neighlectual:
_I'm finishing up at the gym. _
Might go out for a bite to eat with two guys I met here.
From Neighlectual:
A successful and productive evening, then? Good to hear.
Are we expecting just a 'bite' or will some eating be occurring for tonight as well?
Rick chuckled at his phone, smiling at the reply that Ean gave him.
To CarrotTail, Neighlectual:
Currently just a bite. One of them is a wolf...
From CarrotTail:
What!? Are we finally getting a doggy? I want pictures, Ricky! P-I-C-T-U-R-E-S
Also, have fun - I want details before you go to bed, or in the morning.
And be safe, querido, I don't want to go to jail over some rando <3
From Neighlectual:
Seconded - do be safe, have a good night, and please send us the details for anyone I'll be kicking in the near future.
Rick sighed.
To CarrotTail, Neighlectual:
I appreciate you both. Have a good night as well.
To CarrotTail:
Love you lots, funnymonkey. Staying over?
From CarrotTail:
Te amo mucho, querido. Other way around actually - he's staying over. He made fucking gumbo! I'm going to try and save you some. But hey, have fun, okay? I love you, Ronnie <3
From Neighlectual:
I'll make sure to make some of my gumbo when you come back, no need to save it for days _. Now stop texting us and go have fun_. I'll make sure to record anything for your review later ;)
Rick laughed.
To Neighlectual:
Thanks Professor. Have a good night :)
With a lighter mind, full heart and duty done, Rick left his phone and headphones inside of his chosen locker, grabbed an actual towel and slipped his shorts off, throwing the musky item inside and running his hand over his soft cock and balls, giving the pendulous orbs a small tug and strut his way over towards the shower.
He ignored the now familiar smell of wolf close to his cloven heels.
The shower area for this gym was maze-like: rows of shower stalls separated by tall tile walls, the walkway in the middle allowing for plenty of men to come and go as needed, the whole thing looped however, with two entrances and exits to accommodate large males that came and went through it.
Rick chose one of the showers to the right side of the entrance he'd come through, one towards the middle that allowed him a modicum of privacy from the entryway or from the inner showers farther in.
He draped his towel over the railing atop his chosen stall, chose his water temperature and let the water start to flow to allow it to warm up, thankful that the soap dispensers in it were full as he had forgotten to bring his own.
"Hopefully it's odorless," he thought, remembering the one gym that used floral soaps like it was going out of style.
The sound of paws coming up next to him caused him to look up and over and he caught sight of Drey coming towards him, the lion showing off his nude, fur-trimmed body as he got closer and closer. He had to admit, again, that the lion was a looker: with big, dark nipples, one of them pierced, a decent tuft of chest and stomach fur, and the body of someone made of diamond.
Thinking on it, Cal might love to take pictures of this man - he'd think about it.
"Like what you see, Rickie?" the feline asked with his customary smirk, flexing an arm for him.
Rick nodded.
"You're a good-looking lion, yeah, I love how your dreads finish off your look, too bad you can't do that with your tail," he added, now thinking about how much he'd have to grow it out to do that.
For his part, Drey was surprised. He expected some swooning, maybe a denial, but not a direct answer. Most people just ogled and tried to get more.
It was nice.
"Damn, if Artie doesn't get his hands on you...," the lion challenged and Rick had to chuckle, as if to touch the feline, just as he had the canine, before poking him on the chest.
"...that'll be my decision, hm?" he told him, and with a decisive, and impressed nod, the lion walked to the stall across, but to the left of Rick, leaving the one directly across empty.
He completely ignored the grumbles of 'sassy', 'outspoken' and 'not even my type, but...' that the feline muttered to himself.
A deep, long sigh of relief left Rick when he finally got under the spray, the water cascading down his body. He ran his fingers through his hair, causing the normally soft yet stiff pouf of hair to droop and drip over his shoulders, careful to gently brush his antlers, always feeling the missing tips on his left with a small thump of his heart.
Ah, youth.
He let the water simply hit every spot - from his chest, to his navel, letting his hands rub and tug at his genitals before turning - his half-lidded eyes catching the voyeuristic wolf across from him, those amber eyes glued to his movement. He let the water hit his back and he threw his head back, running his hands over his torso again, before slowly moving forwards, bending his body in half and making to touch his toes, looking up to see those large wolf paws grip the pole above his shower as he watched him.
He let a little moan go as he let his hands spread his cheeks, the hot water washing over his musky crack, tail raised.
Those amber eyes darkened.
Drey whistled, leaning over for the view.
"Shut. Up. Drey," the wolf rasped, his toes digging into the tiles of his own shower, Artie trying his damnedest to not jump the deer right then and there. "You exercise often, Bucky?" he managed to asked.
"I enjoy swimming, and jogging," Rick replied, standing normally now but facing the wolf openly, moving his hair off his face. "Sometimes I'll have one-hundred and forty pounds of monkey backpack on my back during some, it makes my legs fairly strong," he added, and winked when the wolf was smart enough to put two and two together.
And then preened because he watched him flex one of his legs at him, and the wolf licked his chops at him for it.
"...don't see that combination often," was all Artie said, almost aggressively smacking the soap dispenser near him and starting to soap his chest and arms.
Taking that answer for consideration, Rick took the moment to feed his own eyes for the moment: the wolf was fully naked now, his dark chest fur ran the length of his torso and stopped above his sheath, giving the plump casing a lovely pillow of pubic fur that Rick wanted to just sniff and dive his snout into. Said sheath was clearly stuffed, it throbbed, there was a peek of red coming through the opening, and he knew it was his doing.
The balls nestled below it where the size of large eggs, and his mind could only imagine the mess this wolf made if brought to the brink and back over and over.
Apparently he made some type of face, because he could hear Drey choking on either air or water while Artie showed his fangs and growled.
"Like what you see?" Artie asked, stepping forwards a little and raising his arms, showing a thick forest of fur under his pits and flexing his generous arms, his smooth belly flattening down some and his pecs jutting out invitingly, more red peeking from that sheath in the process.
"I'm not sure yet, why don't you turn around?" Rick asked.
With a wag of his tail, Artie did as asked and turned, flexing his back muscles for the buck, raising his tail to show off his muscled ass, thick thighs and how his balls hung between them. Rick's sheathless, uncut cock twitched in his hand, the appendage having moved of its own accord to fondle its owner.
"Fuck, will you two just...," Drey hissed at them, his own paw fisting his thick, dark colored and barbed cock, thumb rubbing and running over the tip. Both males looked over to the feline, causing him to blush, but not take his paw off his cock.
They grinned.
"I think we're good," Rick said.
"Yeah, and you're more than good there, Drey," Artie added with a very amused grin.
Drey growled at them.
Artie turned back to his shower, feeling rather gleeful at getting his friend back, but had to stifle a yelp when his tail was insistently tugged - he was about to tell Drey off for it but then noticed to whom the insistent hand was attached to and looked over his shoulder at Rick, who beckoned him over...
Never let it be said that he was not an order-abiding wolf.
"Is this really okay?" Artie asked, suddenly a little self conscious as he stood in front of the buck, his arms boxing the smaller male in. "I mean, you have..."
Rather than giving a verbal answer, Rick placed his digits on each side of the wolf's muzzle and caressed him, letting his thumbs rub over his eyes and between them; he watched with satisfaction as the canine relaxed, even his tail going limp at the action. He scratched lightly with the black tips of his hoof-fingers, running them from muzzle tip to cheeks, then pulled the wolf down and closer, pressing their muzzles together for a firm, sweet kiss.
Amber eyes opened into determined, happy and amused blue, and Artie walked closer, mesmerized.
"Oh, he's going to love you," Rick answered huskily. "I can picture him now...climbing over your back..." and as he spoke, he ran his hands over it. "...hugging you from behind, from the front, kissing your face..." and he let his lips kiss at that snout, Artie's claws scraping the tile as he tried hard not to pick the deer up and do unspeakable things to him right then and there. "And then, when you think he's done, my Cal will let those nimble feet of his do the talking...always watch the feet, never his mouth," he whispered against Artie's lips, before letting his fingers squeeze that sheath gently, thumbs hooking and roaming the opening and letting that red rocket slip out of its casing.
"Fuck!" Artie hissed. "Watch his feet, or your hands?" the wolf growled, eyes dilated but wide and watching as those fingers coaxed his cock out, the tapered tip pushing out pre as much as the shower head was spilling water, the hot liquid causing his fur to become heavy and even darker, heavy.
"You look like a drowned dog," Rick commented lightly, with amusement, his eyes locked onto Artie's face as he let his hands do their work, his right moving to cup those heavy balls, gently rocking them, rolling them, tugging them and then squeezing them as he squeezed that thick, red cock with his left, coaxing more and more free.
"Fuck, fuck, you're such a tease," Artie gasped, shocked into more pleasure as Rick somehow found his right nipple under his fur, licking and chewing it out despite the fur.
That hand continued to move up and down his cock, all thick yet modest six inches free of the sheath, knot swollen yet stuck inside of the sheath, slick with water and pre.
"Hey," Rick suddenly said, and the wolf managed to look down, catching those amused blue eyes looking at him. "I hope where you're taking me is good, I'm starving," he said nonchalantly.
Not really in the mindset to think, those words caught him off guard, Artie sputtered to answer, confused.
Then he howled as those hands sneaked into his sheath and squeezed his knot, then gently did the same to his nuts, the wolf's claws scraping the tile of the shower as he spilled his seed all over Rick's brown and white coat, ropes of thick cum shooting like bullets all over his fur as he moaned and howled in sudden release.
To say he fell on his ass from the shock was an understatement.
Rick licked his fingers clean from the spill he'd caused. If there was one thing he could say he was happy to learn about Artie, it was that he was responsive. It seemed that no one had been gentle with him and it showed - it was the same with Cal and to his unsurprising shock, Ean also.
Most men wanted to get in and get out, even the cuddlers and the ones who enjoyed foreplay, they didn't really take their time. It was why he enjoyed seeing each of them simply come undone from his hands alone, and why he honed his skill with them so well. He felt those dazed amber eyes stuck on him and he ran his left hand over his own dick, having spilled his own load without much fanfare, another talent of his; he collected what he could by pulling his foreskin as tight as he could over the tip and fed his fingers to the wolf, biting his lip as he hungrily licked and sucked his fingers clean.
"Good boy," he told him huskily, grinning as the wolf at least rumbled at him happily. Knowing he had to act quickly however, he cleaned off the cum on his chest fur as quickly as he could, lest he be left with sticky and matted fur.
When he stepped over Artie's legs however, to help him up, he froze, again, all of his bravado vanishing at the sight before him.
Two newcomers were there: a blue furred rabbit with a long, cat-like tail was in Drey's stall, the feline breathing heavily on the floor. The lion's chest and face were painted white, as was his belly and paw, and Rick could easily put two and two together to see that the male rabbit-cat had fed the big cat his load and then some.
And then there was the short, naked rat with a hard, throbbing boner, an annoyed face and a mop in his hand.
"Oh shit, he works here, doesn't he? Am I about to get kicked out? Is he gonna call the cops? God, he's really, really hard. Maybe if I offer to suck his dick he'll let me go? For fucksake, no, that'll end badly. And who the heck is the new guy? Is Drey a big bottom? Drey is a big, big bottom isn't he? Looks can be deceiving. Good for him. Oh my god, the rabbit is rubbing his neck, his dick is hard again. Oh God, he's looking at me, oh don't wink and smile at me guy, we just met..."
"Sorry about this Al, again," Artie's voice suddenly took him out of his spiral, again. Rick's hands stopped fiddling with each other and he found himself pulled into the wolf's side again, his thoughts halting and melting in that warm embrace once more. "Have some fun there, Drey?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, a lot of fun," the blue-furred rabbit replied, petting the lion and watching as he purred. "Big guy here just could not stop slobbering on my dick, he's a good kitty, aren't you?" he cooed.
"Yeah, yeah, y'all are studs - look! I keep tellin' ya to at least page me so I know I need to bring my shit to clean all yer cum off my damn drains!" Al, the rat, exclaimed, cock still painfully hard. "And fuck, invite me too, eh? Look at'meh!" he added, pointing to his dick.
"I don't think Drey is done for tonight, don't you?" Artie asked Rick, who managed to shake his head in muted shock.
Al huffed, looked at the big, buff cat and sighed.
"Yeah...I remembah that mouth..." he grumbled, part wistful, part annoyed. "Get out of here already," he said to the wolf and buck, moving to let them pass, though not before smacking Artie on the ass with his broom handle. "Das for bein' a rude fucker, dog!" he exclaimed.
All Rick could hear after was the word 'please' and then the sounds of sucking. Sounds like Drey was going to have a fun night.
Back at his locker, the haze lifted from Rick's mind and he looked to his side, Artie was still draped around him, satisfied but only slightly worried.
"You okay? You zoned out again," he asked.
"Yeah...yeah, I'm okay...I just..." he shrugged, too tired now to explain.
"No worries, you still wanting to get food?" Artie asked, rubbing his paw over the buck's neck.
"Oh, but, that's my secret Mr. Wolf...I'm always hungry..." Rick replied with a look and a grin.
Artie laughed.
"Of course, Doctor, of course," he said to the buck.
"Oh, wait," before he could let the wolf go to get dressed, Rick opened his locker and pulled out his phone. Ignoring the notices of pictures and a video - from Ean - he opened his camera and pushed the wolf to sit on the bench behind them. The buck sat on his lap and Artie, having the longer arms, took a selfie of them to send, both them naked, exposed and grinning; the wolf couldn't help but take a second one, his maw closed on one of Rick's ears, the shocked expression on the buck making it all the better.
The blushing and mumbling was worth it.
"Go, get dressed," he ordered the canine, who left with a salute.
Rick sent the picture with a small smile.
He captioned it: Dog acquired. Doc says he's house trained. Can confirm has a good diet.
Once they met up outside to leave, and Artie bought him a gyro the size of Ean's face, he sent a picture of the wolf and the grand piece of food.
Caption read: We're keeping him.
And so they returned to the Hotel room, chatting the night away...