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The office itself was fairly cluttered, dominated by a large wooden desk covered in scrathes where the paper wasn't. A highbacked leather executive's chair rested against the back wall, which was covered in diplomas, awards, certificates, and photographs from competitions. A large filing cabinet stood sentinel in the corner, the top drawer half-open, unfiled folders sitting on top. Two smaller chairs sat near the door, and a large window looked out on the gym floor.

The clutter softened Khadjair's image of the big bear a little. Not five minutes ago he rivaled the Olympian gods in his rage, and the disorganization made him seem a little more human. He slumped into one of the chairs by the door, tension draining from his body just a bit from the catharsis he'd just been through.

Josh took a seat in the chair, the worn leather groaning under his bulk. He opened a drawer in the desk, pulling out a manilla folder with a sheet of paper in it, rather like what one expects in a doctor's office. Of course like a doctor's office, you twit, Khadjair thought to himself. Didn't he just say he was a physical therapist?

Josh leaned forward a bit in his chair. "I know you haven't made up your mind yet, but in case you do decide, I wanna keep some notes. If that's okay with you, of course. I don't wanna forget anything important or worse, haveta ask you again." He smiled warmly to the tiger, who'd started fidgeting a little.

"Nah, 'salright. The fact that I didn't bolt for the door or take a swing means you're at least a little trustworthy." Khadjair tried to sound casual, but realized he came off as cocky and distant. Is this how I sound to everyone?

Josh picked up a pen and started taking notes. "First some basic questions. You said your name's Khadjair, kinda hard to forget that one. How do you spell that? I keep wanting to spell it like "codger" and it just doesn't look right."

Khadjair laughed at that. "K-H-A-D-J-A-I-R. Khadjair Alatay. It's a long story, but let's just say it's as exotic as I'm not." He gave a bit of a self-effacing smirk at that, eliciting a growl from the bear.

"Stop that. Self-fulfilling prophecy, remember?"

Khadjair nodded meekly. "Sorry," he muttered a bit. "Bad habit."

"Well, break it. Or I'll haveta beat it outta ya, and you sure don't want that." His grin offset the harshness of his words as he wrote the information down. "You said you were 29 last night. That true?"

"Yeah. Turn 30 in a couple months. Won't be able to trust me then."

"You're too young to have even been around in the '60s, kid. Now, from the look I got at you at the club, I'm gonna guess you were a runner in school. Prolly distance and sprints. Did anything else?"

Khadjair's jaw dropped. "Damn... ummm, I mean, no, just ran. Lots and lots of running. Most of it away." He gives a sheepish grin, eliciting an eyeroll from the bear.

"Note to self: real smartass." He actually writes this down on the chart. "Besides dancin', you do much for a workout in the last few years? Don't worry 'bout impressin' me. I just want the truth."

Khadjair shakes his head. "I've tried a couple times, but never get more'n a week out of it before I backslide. Too much lazy in this cat."

"That's okay, we'll work on it if you want. How about any injuries I should know about? Broken bones, sprains, carpal tunnel..."

"Knees are a bit shot from running, and my shoulders're a bit messed up, but nothin' serious. Broke my hand in a freak locker accident. Left."

"Hmmmm. Okay. Any family history of heart attack, stroke, cancer, liver disease, high blood pressure, blah blah blah blah blah."

"Well, there's been a bit of high blood pressure back there, couple heart attacks but nothing like a pattern. And never any cancer, far as I know. Things might've changed in the last few years, but I don't keep in touch." He says the last flatly, with a hint of a threat about it.

"Okay. Now, don't get the wrong idea by this, but I gotta ask it. You have, or ever had, any kind of STD, TB, hepatitis, or other chronic infection?"

Khadjair paused to think about this. "Nope. Get tested couple, three times a year." He pauses, deciding it better to not add anything else, especially not a wise-ass remark.

Noticing this, Josh grinned. "Ah, there is hope for you yet. You mind if I take you back to the therapy room for some vital statistics? Rick, the doc I work with, goes out on weekends so I'll haveta do the basics, if you're comfortable with that."

"So long as there's no needles involved, I'm fine." Khadjair shuddered at the thought, eliciting another chuckle from the big bear, who scribbles another note in the chart.

"Don't like needles, eh? Then I won't recommend acupuncture." Josh grinned, then closed the folder, getting to his feet.

"Okay, let's go back to the therapy and exam room. Hope you don't mind, I'm gonna need to get a "naked" height and weight." He rested a paw on Khadjair's shoulder as they stood at the door for a moment, waiting for an answer to the question.

"Well, you're a professional. I'll just try and think I'm in a doctor's office." The tiger chuckled nervously, the paw on his shoulder squeezing slightly.

"It's okay, kid. I know yer shy. You ain't got nothin' to worry about. I can be a gentleman when I want to be." He winked, then opened the door.

Karl was packing up to leave, his skin a bit damp from a quick shower. In his work clothes he cut a surprisingly crisp, conservative figure in a button-down cream shirt, medium-width dark blue tie, black slacks and dress shoes. He raises a paw as he headed for the door, his footsteps heavy.

"Gotta head out for work. See ya later, Josh. Nice to meetcha, Khad!"

Josh chuckles. "He's gonna be in here the tonight, and the next three nights, then I'll haveta order him to take it easy before his contest. His wife's come by a couple times, to make sure he wasn't lying and seein' a mistress on the side, that's how often he's down here."

He pushed open the door to the therapy room, while Khad took a glance where Barry was still working out, practicing with kicks against the gel-bag. He was 340 a year ago? That took some dedication.

Josh closed the door, grabbing a clipboard off the wall and clippng the folder open on it. "Okay, I need ya to strip and step on this scale."

It was a regular doctor's office scale, which helped put Khadjair at ease, but Josh's presence, strong, sure and handsome, did just the opposite. He nervously kicked off his shoes, sitting down to pull his socks off, then pulled his shirt off over his head. All the while his eyes kept sliding back to the polar bear, who was watching him with a half-smile. Shit, stop sizing him up like a piece of meat. You'll get all hard and that'll be the end of that.

Josh sensed his uncertainty and set the clipboard down, sitting in a chair next to the nervous tiger. "It's alright, kid. I saw the look in your eyes last night, so don't be embarassed if you're a bit excited. I'm actually kinda flattered, to tell ya the truth. Most people are just too scared of me." His chuckle, a bassy rumbling that Khad felt more than heard, helped put him at ease a bit more, though the implication kept all of him from fully relaxing. He stood slowly and pulled down his shorts, stepping on the scale.

Josh arched a brow as he fiddled with the weights on the scale. "Commando, eh? You'll prolly want to pick up a jock for working out. It'll make ya more comfortable."

"Hmmm. 310. Not too bad. Now, stand up straight, back againt the pole."

Khad turned meekly, his sheath rather full but fortunately no pink showing as he fought to maintain his composure. He stood, straightening out his back for what felt like the first time in years, feeling the metal slide press down between his ears, into his fur.

"6'3". Pretty tall for a siberian. Okay, now, I need to do a hernia check. Yes, 'turn your head and cough.' Stand and spread your legs a little." He was very businesslike and clinical, which helped Khadjair keep some of his composure.

Right up until he felt the big strong paw between his legs, fingers probing. The reaction, and subsequent erection, was surprsingly quick, a shudder running through his body and a slight moan escaping his lips. He'd almsot forgotten how good it felt to be touched there. He didn't even realize he was daydreaming, tongue lolled out a bit, until Josh cleared his throat.

"Well, I know one thing you like." Josh chuckled a bit, causing Khadjair to blush even brighter, though it was really only visible in his ears. He turned his head and coughed once, anemically. After a repositioning of fingers and a turn in the other direction, the warm paw was finally removed from the tiger's most sensitive regions, and he fought to relax.

Josh motioned to a massage chair. "Go ahead and take a seat on that. I want to do a spinal exam and get a look at your shoulders, see what sort of stuff is going on there."

Thankful for the reprieve, Khadjair nodded and then half-sat, half-laid in the chair. After some fiddling and adjusting, the chair was made incredoly comfortable, and Josh began to work. His firm paws had a surprisingly presice touch, at times firm and caressingly soft. As he massaged he spoke in a low, soothing tone.

"Just go ahead and relax. I need to massage you a bit to actually feel the spine and the shoulders and any other trouble spots. That's it, just close your eyes and enjoy the touch, it's alright. You're safe here, just relax and enjoy." He grinned to himself, knowing how tactile felines are, and this one in particular. Even Khadjair's tail stopped twitching as he groaned, tensing then relaxing at a particularly firm squeeze or rub.

Josh's fingers worked down the tiger's spine, working along the muscles, smoothing out sometimes to the sides, other times grinding in with the heel of his paws to work particularly tight muscle groups. There was the occasional quiet *pop* as the tiger's spine relaxed, eliciting another soft moan as tension melted away. Years of it, from what Josh could tell.

Then his fingers began dancing along the spine, starting at the skull and working down along his spine to the tail and even along it, deftly manipulating each bone, probing carefully. He examined the muscles, the bones, the cartiledge, looking for tightness, kinks, bends or anything that could cause trouble. There were a couple more pops as the spine settled into place in the configuration it was meant for, and he could tell Khadjair was nearly asleep in the chair, in total bliss.

"There's a cooler in front of you, in reach, and some paper cups. You should drink. You had a lot of tension built up, and as I work it's releasing all sorts of toxins into your blood. If you don't drink water, they'll make you feel sick." Khadjair reached for the cups, pouring himself a couple cups of water, drinking it quickly as Josh paused.

Once the tiger finished his drink, Josh set into the exam again, his fingers deft and firm. "Good. You're really tense, but your spine's pretty much okay. I don't think you're gonna need to be careful about anything where that' s concerned. Now, to check your shoulders..."

His massive paws gripped what felt to Khadjair like his entire shoulder and squeezed, wringing out all the muscles. His arms went numb and a litle limp before feeling rushed back in. A couple more squeezes and some rubbing around the shoulder joint itself and Josh paused. Then, lifting the tiger's limp arm, he rotated it, feeling a couple hitches as he worked it through a range of motion. Then his fingers pressed in deeply, making Khadjair wince.

"You hurt this when you were in school. In a sling for a bit, it feels. And then a desk job. It's gonna take some work to rehabilitate this, but there's no damage, just some wearing in the joint and the muscles are out of balance." He repeated for the other side, which moved more smoothly. "Yeah, both need a little conditioning, and that left needs a bit more attention."

He stopped for a second, stepping back for a bit. "Okay. Just relax. I need to adjust things a bit." Surprisingly, Khadjair felt the strong arms under his belly and across his chest, lifting him readily with only a light grunt as he was carried over to a table near the stimulator machines.

"Okay, now, just rest here. You did a lot of dancing, and I can see how tense you are from the glutes all the way to your paws. While I work on those, and check out your knees, I'd like to do something for your shoulders, if you're okay with it."

Khadjair turned his head blearily. "Wh.. whatcha gonna do?" His speech was a kittle slurred from the relaxing effect of the massage, and he didn't want to move at all.

"I'm just going to hook up a couple local stimulators to the muscles in your rotator cuff. You'll feel twitching as it works those muscles through a series of pulses to help with tone, some working harder than the others. It should help your posture and circulation in your hands, too. If you don't want to, that's fine, too." He was squirting some conditioner into his paws to help make them slick as he prepared to go to work on the tiger's sore legs.

"'Salright. Y'know whatcher doin'..." Khadjair sounded dreamy in his response, making Josh smile to himself.

Josh wheeled over a machine with a bunch of wires and contacts dangling from it. He lifted one arm, placing a few of the probes against the skin and fastening them down with fur-safe tape, then set up the other arm as well. He tapped on the machine's keyboard a bit, setting up the frequency, strength and rotation pattern on the probes. "Okay, I'm gonna start this up. If it hurts or anything, just say something. Don't wanna cause damage when we're trying to fix it, right?"

Khadjair nodded a little, then felt the odd tingling and twitching in his shoulders. It was easy to get used to, and was actually soothing after a moment or two. Josh squirted some of the conditioner, surprisingly warm, over the tiger's legs, and set to work with those amazing paws.

Khadjair moaned and tensed, almost lifting off the table as Josh started on his calves which were very tight from dancing the night before. After a few minutes, though, they were soft and pliable, and Khadjair felt a tingling through his entire body as blood flow returned to the tortured muscles. The same was done for his thighs and even across his rump, the touch soothing, pleasant without quite being erotic. Khadjair laid there on the table, purring softly, his breathing regular, punctuated by the occasional moans as tension melted from his body.

Josh smiled down at the tiger, running his paws over his head, down his back, and along his legs, a long sure stroke for a few minutes. "Go ahead and relax. Sleep a bit if you feel like it. No one'll bother you. Just relax, let it all go for a bit. It's okay." His voice was a near whisper, and he could tell from the steady breathing that the tiger was nearly asleep. He eyed the tiger's paws, hand and foot, and grinned. When he wakes up, I'll do them. I'll bet he enjoys it.

Josh dimmed the lights slowly and crept to the door with almost no noise. He pulled the door behind him, letting it close gently as the tiger slept.

Barry looked up from his workout, panting. "Kid's wound up tighter'n my kid brother. You able to do anythin' for 'im?"

Josh nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. "Yeah. He's takin' a nap. Poor thing needs it. I think he'll come around here again."

Barry stole a look around the gym, making sure no one could see, then smiled. He slid an arm around the bear's side, leaning up so their muzzles almost touched.

"Good... I think he'll like it here." He pressed his lips to Josh's, and they kissed for a long moment while Khadjair slept.