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By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by @T4anasi0_R

All he needed was a change of air. Sevas found the spa by mere coincidence, looking for a place where he could relax without ending in a sexual encounter--not that he disliked the idea, but even his libido needed a rest. The bird of red and cream feathers, with a slender body and 6 feet of height, was an eye-candy for males wanting to have a good time. For once, he wanted to rest.

Most of the places on that list had the same reviews: great service, frequented by mature males, has a lot of fresh meat at certain hours, and so on. He pictured himself surrounded by said males, being fondled by those big hands while having his cock sucked by a stranger. Sevas felt that tingle spread all over his body, tempted to just give up and look on a sexual encounter for the relaxation he required.

That's why it surprised him to find a solitary ad that led him to a spa with extremely positive reviews that didn't mention anything sexual-related.

"I feel 20 years younger!"

"Excellent service. The guy giving the massages is an expert."

"It took him one session to relieve my back pain. 10/10."

"I feel like a completely different person every time I go. Absolutely recommended."

Every review made his smile grew more and more. That was all the encouragement he needed. The young Kingfisher of red and cream feathers left that same morning, following the address indicated to a small and discrete building that didn't have the look of a spa. Even with the sign on top of the door, Sevas double-checked the Maps app on his phone.

"This has to be the place," he said doubtfully, taking another look at the sign.

The logo was a whirlwind formed by two lines--red and green--intertwined together, with the name "Oculus Spa Center" in black capital letters. At first sight, it looked like a two-story house with white walls and brown pots on each one of the six closed windows. Vines came from each pot and grew alongside the window grilles, giving the building an aspect that reminded him of certain Latino households. A closer inspection of the wall revealed a texturing work in the shape of spirals, barely visible even from close.

The front door opened. Sevas took a step backward while a huge crocodile walked out. Wearing short pants and a short-slaved shirt, both white and tidy, the reptile offered him a welcoming smile while holding both hands in front.

"Good morning, gentleman. Is there something I can help you with?" He asked that reminded Sevas of a butler.

"Uh, yeah-I mean, no, no, it's fine," Sevas stuttered. His hands rushed to stop his noisy beak to say something else.

The crocodile's aspect had left him momentarily dazed. He was visibly above his forties--hell, he was probably in his fifties, yet he stood and talked with the joviality of someone younger. The muscles barely fit on the tight shirt, and a single flex could rip off his shirt to reveal the perfectly sculpted body that Sevas knew was hidden under it. The rough green scales gave him a threatening look that contrasted with the charming smile and the serene aspect from the two big eyes that shone like emeralds.

He was visibly entertained by the nervousness in Sevas' voice. His giggle somehow relaxed the young bird, who couldn't stop from feeling dumb after reacting that way.

"Uhm... this is gonna sound dumb but..."

"Yes, you're in the right place," the crocodile interrupted to save him the shame. "The façade can be misleading, for which I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. I mean, I think the sign is very clear," Sevas replied, pointing over the door.

The crocodile looked at it and chuckled. "I should have called a professional to design the logo. You wouldn't come to be a graphic designer, by any chance?"

"No, but I know a very good one. I can give you his number."

"I'd appreciate that. But perhaps you might prefer a special discount in return. It's the least I can offer," the crocodile moved aside and raised his right arm to invite Sevas inside.

His presence inspired trust. His smile was contagious. Although he couldn't say exactly why, Sevas accepted the invitation and walked in believing he had no other choice. He could have blamed the embarrassment of rejecting his offer and gratitude. He could have expressed joy from finding a place that made him feel welcome. But he didn't. The bird simply entered the building under the idea that it was his only option.

The crocodile had a nice smell. His beak couldn't ignore it after he passed by his side. Honey and lavender, an unusual scent to him, and one that fit perfectly with the serene nature of his host.

The reception had a humble decoration. Completely painted in white, the walls had framed pictures of different species doing yoga poses. In front of him was a desk attended by a small and thin coyote, attired like the crocodile in tidy white clothes--he leaned his head forward to greet him, a gesture Sevas returned as best as he could. Five wooden chairs were lined to his left, all of them empty. While the crocodile approached his clerk, Sevas took the opportunity to inspect the frames. Small and large species made all types of poses, from the simplest to the most complicated ones, in no particular order. The backgrounds differed from picture to picture in what Sevas thought was an excellent edition. There was no effort visible on their relaxed expressions, yet he couldn't but find them slightly uncanny the more he looked at them, as if they weren't thinking about anything in particular... anything at all...

"It seems one of my clients postponed his appointment for today. I can receive you right now," the crocodile said. "I can give you the details if you come with me."

Sevas felt again that unquestionable obedience. It was hard to say no to a male with a smile like his, and whose calm voice could break anyone's guard with a couple of words. They went through a door next to the clerk's desk and walked across a small, white hallway with more framed pictures similar to those in the reception.

The crocodile presented himself as Alphonse and began to explain the treatment offered in his establishment. It was no different from the services offered in any other beauty spa, but the passionate way in which he explained how each step would help him find the relaxation he looked for convinced Sevas to accept even before listening to the price--which, much to his surprise, was not that high! Besides, he wasn't looking for a special and unique experience, just a moment of quietness that didn't end with him being used.

"What's more important, we'll take care of you personally," Alphonse clarified as he guided Sevas to a small locker room for him to change. "I do not see this as a mere business. Nothing matters more to me than your satisfaction and relaxation--not as a client, but as a person. We do not attend more than one guest at a time. You are my number one priority right now."

With those words said, Sevas entered the locker room with his heart beating fast and the blood on his cheeks boiling. He doubted for the first time if it was a good idea to stay there. It's not that he had lost trust in Alphonse but in his self-control. Words that could have made any other person look like a creep came out of the crocodile's maw like a subtle invitation to something more intimate.

Sevas held both hands against his chest, blaming his weakness and lust for misinterpreting Alphonse's good nature. It was obvious through his actions how seriously he took his job, and there was no reason for Sevas to think his gentleness had an ulterior motive. Yet, the young bird couldn't but wonder how the crocodile looked under those pristine clothes. It was a thought that extended his stay in the locker room, having to wait until his abrupt erection calmed down.

With nothing but a white towel wrapped on his hips, Sevas came out and found a golden fox waiting for him outside.

"Hello, my name is Louis. We'll start your day with some hydrotherapy. Please follow me."

His voice, while cordial, was nothing like Alphonse's. Sevas followed him feeling a slight disappointment from not finding the reptile outside.

This sorrow didn't last. The sauna reduced the stiffness of his muscles and got the toxins out of his system. After that, Louis gave his feathers a full treatment that included trimming and conditioners, giving more life to the red and cream feathers decorating his fit body. His beak was next, which required a more careful approach that was done flawlessly. Sevas went through the entire treatment confident in the skills shown by the staff, who at any moment treated him with disrespect. Instead, they all make him feel at home.

For the final step, Louis the fox led Sevas into a small room with a massage bed in the center. Like all the other rooms, it was completely white--however, this one had something... different. When Sevas looked behind, he found no trace of the fox, not even his scent, which had been already overwhelmed by a sweet air coming from a discrete humidifier hidden in the wall. He found no door either, until he approached the wall and find it camouflaged within the wall. The entire room was painted to give the illusion that it spread into infinity, with the walls only noticeable up close.

Behind him, another door opened. Alphonse walked in, dressed in the same short pants but with a white tank top instead. His presence not only brought peace to Sevas' heart--who was starting to feel dizzy by the illusion--but also awaken again that physical attraction, boosted now by the sight of his thick arms.

"Welcome to the end of this journey," he began to say in that cheerful voice of his. "We have given your body all the attention and care we can, and now it's time for your mind to receive the same treatment. I designed a special massage meant to connect back mind and body, giving you full control of the person that you are. But to do so, we must disconnect you completely from the rest of the world. There is no one else in this room but you and me."

With his arms extended, he admired the small and infinite chamber. The illusion gave Alphonse a majestic aspect, making clear who was in control of the situation.

"Why don't you lay down?" He asked, pointing at the bed. After Sevas took a couple of steps, he added. "You can take off the towel if you want."

The surprise in Sevas' eyes, and his quick reaction to tightly hold the towel, made Alphonse laugh loudly for a moment. It was a contagious laugh. A harmonic laugh. The bird laughed briefly alongside him.

"We are the same, my friend. And I hold no prejudices. Remember this is our place; nothing comes in or out. Nothing can hurt you. No one can judge you. But act within the limits of your comfort, I won't pressure you."

His explanation came in a casual manner, one that tranquilized Sevas. As Alphonse spoke, he took a brown flask from a small table next to the bed and poured a white oil on one hand, rubbing both thoroughly afterward. It took a moment for the coconut scent to reach his nose. It gave him that bit of courage he needed to let go of the towel.

Following Alphonse's instructions, Sevas laid face down with his beak going into the hole of the face cushion. He repeated again in his head how Alphonse didn't have an ulterior motive and instead focused on relaxing. He was a professional that wanted nothing but to offer a good service. That's the thought Sevas kept in his head while the crocodile made the final preparations.

"You came here to relax," he said in his head. "You're here to have a good time."

"Relax", Sevas repeated closed eyes. Then he felt Alphonse's hands on his shoulders. The crocodile applied little pressure, enough to give the Kingfisher a general idea of how strong yet delicate he really was. His fingers, despite how big they were, moved exactly in the right way to relieve the tension from his muscles. A large groan came out of Sevas' mouth after the first seconds.

"That's right. Well done. Enjoy it," Alphonse replied.

A couple of minutes into it were all Sevas needed to confirm the crocodile's talent. He knew where to push, when to rub, and how to press. He wondered for how long Alphonse had been a massage therapist, as that type of experience wasn't easy to attain. But how glad he was from having picked that place in particular.

From the shoulders, he moved to his back. Using his full palm, Alphonse began to apply more weight while he moved both hands up and down, pushing all that tension down his hips. With his arms hanging, Sevas couldn't but groan louder as his satisfaction increased. A careful but still dominant and masculine touch like that was hard to find, especially on species like him that were commonly rougher.

"You're doing great. Keep your focus on my hands. Feel them moving over your body. Pay special attention every time I push down. Your tension is slowly abandoning your body. You feel lighter. And relaxed. You feel happy for not having to carry that weight with you anymore. Take a deep breath and focus. Clear your mind of any thoughts and focus on my hands moving up and down. Up and down. Feel your youth coming back to you."

Toes curled, fist clenched. Sevas did as the crocodile said and breathe deeply. Lavender and honey. But he also caught a salty scent in the air, too weak for him to identify it. He took another deep breath. And another one. And another one.

"Good. Keep going. Let this scent fill your lungs and warm you from the inside. It will heal your body and mind from the tension you had accumulated for so long. Breathe deeply and focus on my hands."

Alphonse reached his hips, made a stop at his buttocks, then moved down his thighs. Using only his thumbs, he pushed the skin and muscle down while pressing with both palms. Sevas felt slightly dizzy, drunk by the delicious scent that was slowly getting saltier.

"You feel lighter. The tension is abandoning your body and you feel healthier. Younger. Happier. Follow the movement of my thumbs. Feel them pushing down your tension. Your stress. And breathe."

He did his best to follow his command, but each time he kneaded his thighs, it was impossible not to notice how close he was to touch his cock. "He's a professional", Sevas repeated. "It probably happens during each massage". And with that thought in mind, a moan escaped from the bird's beak.

His embarrassment came immediately. Blushing, he considered running away with what little shame he had left, and the only thing that stopped him was feeling Alphonse continuing the massage as if nothing had happened.

"Don't worry about it. Experiencing pleasure is a natural reaction. There is no reason to be ashamed. Besides, I'll take it as a compliment. I'm doing a very good job if I got a moan out of you."

Again comforted by his words, Sevas giggled in response and tried to put that moment away while Alphonse continued with his massage. "He's a professional", he repeated in his mind. "He won't judge you". And as if the crocodile had read his mind, he said:

"Don't forget this is our place. Nothing comes in or out of here. You can be yourself without worrying on what I might think."

With that said, and his skilled thumbs pushing down his embarrassment along with his tension, Sevas finally calmed down and went back to focusing on the massage. Alphonse was someone he could trust. The crocodile wouldn't judge him. He was safe there with him. Sevas changed the groans from quiet moans that only grew in intensity as the massage on his thighs continued.

"Excellent! Well done. Stop worrying about what others might think and just relax and enjoy this moment. You're feeling great. Younger. Healthier. Happier. You deserve to express your joy. Let yourself go. Don't feel ashamed to do so. Moan and scream if you want. Trust me with your enjoyment."

His encouragement pierced through his barriers and, added to how relaxed his body already was, gave that last push Sevas needed. The Kingfisher huffed and moaned loudly as those massive hands continued kneading his muscles like dough. He felt his shame and stress disappearing with each push, with a smile of satisfaction taking his place.

"I'm very proud of you. You're doing a great job. Embrace this freedom that you feel in here and moan from the top of your lungs. Share with me your joy and satisfaction. Let me be your guide as I transform your mind and body. Take a deep breath and relax. Feel how your fears and shame vanished with each moan."

The scent was getting saltier. His body got hotter. Drops of sweat began to run down his arms and face, disappearing on the white ground that extended into infinity. It was his old self, weakened during the treatment, now melting away under Alphonse's warm aura.

"Turn around, son."

And Sevas obeyed without thinking. Paying no attention to his half-erect cock, Alphonse instead focused on the bird's chest. His sharp claws moved carefully across the tidy feathers, barely touching the skin.

"Your body starts to feel different. Your muscles are no longer tense. You're taking deeper breaths too. Keep going. It makes me proud to see you changing like this."

Sevas opened his eyes to a crocodile whose tank top was soaked and semi-transparent. From there, he looked so imposing and majestic, with his scales dripping sweat and his green eyes admiring him from head to toe. The bird took deeper breaths, filling his lungs with the salty scent emanated by the crocodile. Strong. Virile. Dominant.

"You feel better. You feel healthier. You feel happier. You feel hotter. Leave behind the person you were before and embrace this new body of yours."

Alphonse's hands approached more and more to his crotch, but Sevas didn't give importance to it. He's a professional, he had said. Those things were normal during a session. His wrist grazing his cock was normal. His sweat falling over him was normal. His green eyes fixated on him were normal. The way his touch became more intimate was normal. Sevas got drunk with his manly musk and that was normal.

He was in good hands. In that infinite white room, Sevas felt safe. He closed his eyes again and relaxed, leaving himself in Alphonse's hands.

Sevas came back a week later.

Then five days later.

Then three days later.

On each visit, he skipped straight to the massage. And with each session, he felt healthier. Happier. Younger. Alphonse gave him back the youth stolen by the monotony in which he was trapped. His soft touch went beyond the skin and muscles, straight into his soul. His voice encouraged him to leave his shame behind and express his pleasure through loud moans. His strong musk numbed his mind with each breath taken.

"Good. Don't worry about anything else. Nothing exists outside these walls. We are in a safe place where no one and nothing can reach you. There's nothing here but us."

Alphonse knew what to say. His words reached him through the deep relaxation to which he fell victim during each session. It inspired him trust. Confidence. Closeness. The crocodile slowly became something else for him. More than a therapist, he saw a friend in him. A confident. And even more. The gleam of his green eyes always put a smile on his face. Soon enough, his words came as those said by someone who had been by his side for years.

It was that gained trust that stopped Sevas from questioning why his touch had become more intimate. The attention put on his pecs. How he squeezed at his thighs. And when his wrists rubbed his cock, it no longer felt like an accident. But Sevas was ok with that. He enjoyed the pleasure brought by those gestures, by that intimacy between them. It didn't feel sexual. It was something else.

"I can't say how thankful I am for the trust you have put in me. I care deeply for you. Your happiness and satisfaction are my top priority even after you leave this bed."

Alphonse's words melted his heart. He talked with honesty. He was really glad to have him there. And knowing that always put a smile on Sevas' face. The bird knew he had no reason to mistrust his actions, and thus didn't dare to question when Alphonse's hand closed around his cock.

Five... six... seven... eight sessions passed. On each one, Alphonse kept a hold on his cock for a longer period of time, pulling the skin up and down with the special care a part so sensitive and important deserved. From the tip to his balls, Sevas' cock received a treatment much better than the massage given to his body. And every time, Alphonse leaned down for him to drown in the intoxicating musk emanated from his body. Drops of pre fell over him while he kept his pit as close as he could to his face.

On each session, the musk was stronger.

On each session, the musk cleared more and more of his mind, until the slightest hint of it in the air was enough to relax his body completely, leaving him to Alphonse's mercy.

And when his hand closed around his cock, the young bird lose more and more control of himself.

"Yes, share it with me. Let me hear your pleasure. In this room, it's only you and me. Don't hold yourself."

He couldn't stop it. Laying on the bed, Sevas squirmed and moaned in pleasure as soon as Alphonse began to jerk him off. The strong grip of his hand stimulated his cock completely, and the pleasure got more and more intense as he increased the speed. If Alphonse stopped, it was to show his appreciation through a deep, slobbery kiss that Sevas didn't dare to reject. Drowned as he was in the crocodile's musk filling a room that spread into infinity, Sevas couldn't think of anything else except what Alphonse said to him. And he trusted Alphonse, for he cared deeply about his satisfaction.

Nine... ten... eleven... twelve sessions later...the life beyond those walls disappeared as soon as Sevas put a foot in. His mind went white and melted with the rest of the room, leaving only the trust put in the crocodile that awaited now naked for him. He no longer cared about the massage. Alphonse embraced him in the same way a lover would do and, standing there, worshipped his thin body with his huge reptilian hands.

His touch was exhilarating. His musk was intoxicating. And he wanted nothing else but to hear his voice, that sweet and calm voice telling him what to do.

"Relax. Take a deep breath. You're safe here with me. This space is ours. This is where we belong to. Share your joy with me."

Share it. Share it. Share it. His mind claimed while the huge crocodile jerked him off.

And for brief instants, Sevas asked why. What led him there? Why he allowed that reptile to use him? What was he doing? But the pleasure and the musk soon drowned those pesky doubts, bringing the bird back to Alphonse's embrace, who kept him safe in that infinite room where no one could bother them.

Share it. Share it. Share it.

"Yes, I should share it", he thought, kissing back his lovely crocodile while he jerked him off faster.

And when the young bird finally reached that threshold, he moaned with passion. Holding from the crocodile's arm, Sevas shot a massive load during a climax that put his entire body to tremble.

"Yes! Yes!" Alphonse encouraged him, delighting himself with the sounds and expressions provoked by an unbearable pleasure. "Share it all with me!"

And his climax extended more after each session, running through his body like electricity and leaving him breathless and exhausted, at mercy of the crocodile that he trusted.

How did it happen? Why did I allow it? When was the last time I left this room? Those and more were the questions that crossed his mind during that brief lucidity following his climax. But tired as he was after cumming, all Sevas did was act like a spectator while Alphonse picked up the flask that had received his warm and thick cum.

Alphonse admired it for a moment, then licked the seed outside the bottle. His entire body shivered at the salty taste of Sevas' cum. And after closing the flask, he went and left it alongside the others. More than a dozen of bottles, all filled with cum.

"When was the last time I left this room...?"

"Do I even leave...?"

But those doubts soon disappeared with a look from those beautiful green eyes. Sevas sighed happily after holding from the arms of a male that saw on him more than a body. After kissing him with deep passion, Alphonse slowly went to his knees while saying:

"Good job. You make me so proud, my dear boy. I am so glad you decided to put your trust in me. The least I can do is return the favor."

And after that, his massive maw closed carefully around his cock, and the pleasure once again drowned Sevas' mind, keeping him safe inside that infinite White Room that Alphonse had built for him, a slave of his love and trust.

Thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... eventually, Sevas lost the count