Am I Dreaming? (Bodies by Josh, pt. 4)
#4 of Bodies by Josh
Josh quietly opened the door to the therapy room, light lancing through the darkness as it squeezed past his bulk. Everything seemed like shadows in the half-light, including Khadjair, who's steady breathing and natural camoflage made him seem ethereal and ghostlike. Only the twitching from his shoulders, where the stimulators still worked, broke the steady rhythm.
He'd been on the table for two hours though, and much as Josh liked seeing him there, relaxed and free from all the tension he'd been carrying around, he couldn't afford to leave him in here, naked, all afternoon. He turned on one of the lights by the door, adding twilight to the mixHe walked quietly to the table Khadjair was sleeping on, trying to not awaken him. He reached over and turned off the stimulators, as the poor tiger would likely be sore from all that work.
He knelt down by the table, taking one of Khad's large handpaws in his own, his fingers brushing featherlight then more firmly from the wrist down over the heel of the hand, pressing at the slightly leathery pads. He smoothed his fingers between Khad's, pressing a little at the sides, flexing them and extending the claws, which he found were pleasantly well-kept. He lifted the tiger's hand in his own, nuzzling at the soft fur along the back, rumbling slightly, then curled his tongue gently around one of the fingers, suckling it into his muzzle.
Khadjair didn't awaken but he shifted slightly on the table, stretching out slightly, purring unconsciously at the attentions on his hand. His fingers flexed a bit, and even in the low light of the room it was clear he enjoyed his paws being worked on like this, his sheath swollen slightly from the growing arousal within.
Josh let the finger slip from his muzzle, giving the back of the paw a soft kiss before setting it back on the table. He looked down along Khad's legs, where his broad footpaws were splayed, smiling softly. He walked to the end of the table, pulling a small metal pin on either side. This allowed him to gently lower the bottom quarter of the table down, so now the tiger's footpaws were suspended in the air. There was a slight groan of protest, but the steady, deep breathing continued uninterrupted.
Josh knelt and took one of Khadjair's footpaws in his grasp, beginning to rub his fingers gently along the underside, with enough firmness that they wouldn't tickle. He smoothed his thumbs along the partial arch in the middle, liking the soft suppleness of the pads, noting the tiger took good care of them. His fingers curled over the top of the foot, the thumbs beginning a pattern of rubbing along the arch and the pads at the heel, each stroke slowly firmer, his fingers repositioning to change the angle of attack on the sore muscles of the tiger's foot.
Josh readjusted to begin rubbing and stroking firmly with his thumbs at the ball of the foot, squeezing gently to flex the bones. He worked up along each toe, sliding his thumb and forefinger along each digit, extending the claw as he worked right to the end, finding them blunted for safety.
As he worked over Khad's toes, he saw muscles tense a bit, accompanied by a groggy half-sound as the tiger finally awakened. His purring stopped for a moment, then continued as he felt the fingers along his pads. His tailtip, barely over the edge of the table, twitched back and forth a little as he realized the situation.
"Wh... when did I... fall asleep?" he asked in a slurred tone, trying to roll over or sit up a bit.
"Shhhh, just lay back and relax, Khad. Enjoy yourself. I let you sleep a bit, and decided I'd finish the massage."
Josh's broad tongue played along the underside of the foot as he moved his hands to massage the tiger's heel and ankle more directly now. Judging from the jump of surprise and the moan of pleasure from above, he knew he'd done the right thing. He licked up along the pawpads, making them glisten, his fingers kneading along the heel and up to ankle, twisting along the fur and massaging radially along the bones.
He swirled his tongue along the tiger's big toe, suckling it softly into his warm, soft maw. Khadjair moaned gently and gripped the side of the table, his sheath filling out, pulling back slightly to reveal a rather healthy-sized erection. At least, Josh hoped that was the case, since he couldn't see from here. Stupid table.
He slowly inched from toe to toe, lapping and swirling his tongue between them, each addition eliciting a deeper moan from his subject. He grinned a bit and growled low, making his muzzle vibrate and Khad shiver in pleasure. Josh worked over the toes, able to get three in his muzzle at a time, licking and suckling on them to the pleasure of the tiger above. Judging from the increasing volume of the moans, the quickening breath and the slight writhing up on the table, he'd found a hot spot, though he had to be sure.
He let go of the foot, kneeling back on his heels enough to be able to look at Khadjair's crotch. His sheath had long since pulled back, the tiger's fully erect member bigger than Josh had expected, bouncing with the tiger's heartbeat and glistening in the light from a touch of precum that had oozed down the length. Khadjair tried to grip his swollen erection but was intercepted by Josh, who held the tiger's paw pinned to the table for a moment.
"Shhh. My massage, my handsome kitten. Just lay there and enjoy." As if to make his point, Josh leaned over and licked a single broad stroke along the underside of Khad's cock, making the poor tiger arch in passion, thrusting instinctively.
Giving the tip a soft kiss, Josh smiled and crouched back at the foot of the table, beginning his work on the other footpaw. This time, however, he began the massage from the toes, licking along each one as he finished with it. His thumbs eventually workied down over the ball of the paw and over the arch as he continued his suckling, extending the claws and nibbling softly and playfully along them. Khadjair's arched, flexing both feet, groaning intensely as Josh worked further, his fingers working over pads that likely had never been touched this way before.
Josh finally worked over the ankle of this foot, kneading and massaging, flexing the foot a bit with his hands as he licked down the pads and along the sole, nuzzling it gently before finally releasing it. He sat up, looking down at Khadjair, who was obviously enjoying himself, the fur at his groin somewhat damp from his pre. Hewaning up, Josh cupped the tiger's ample scrotum in his paw, squeezing it gently. Khadjair moaned and arched even more, his eyes closed as he basked in the sensations.
"Looks like you're a big boy in all respects. And just one thing left to do..."
With no further preamble, Josh leaned down to lick and swirl along Khad's thick member, his lips closing over the tip. Khad responded almost immediately, arching his hips and pushing a goodly inch into the bear's muzzle before stopping, his body tensing up well. Josh played his tongue along the underside, teasingly soft and agile, twisting his head from side to side just a bit. He chuckled at the tiger's pleasured look, the sound eliciting another round of writhing and arching, his tail thunking audibly on the bottom edge of the table.
Josh slowly bobbed his head, each motion drawing him further to Khad's fur, his tongue working around the entire shaft, though it nearly filled his muzzle in girth. He rolled the helpelss tiger's balls gently in his broad paw, running a blunt clawtip along the sensitive folds of skin behind them. Khadjair jumped at this, but from the surge and spray of sweet pre in his maw, Josh knew that he was doing the right thing.
He rumbled continuously in his throat, the vibrations translating right from his lips through the tiger's cock, drawing a slightly strangled gasp and hunching. Khadjair was breathing quickly, tensed, on the verge of climax, encouraging Josh to bob faster, taking the entire tigercock into his maw, the tip sliding into his throat for just a moment.
This was too much for Khadjair, for whom it had been too long since anyone but him had touched his member, let alone given him such a skilled blowjob. He gripped the side of the table firmly, head rolled back, a strangled cry that could've been a roar sounding as his member throbbed, and he came heavily into Josh's throat.
The bear pulled his head back slightly, gulping at the first pulse of semen, thent he next and the next. His tongue continued to work over the thick tigercock as it filled his maw again and again. As Khadjair's climax tapered off, Josh finally became aware of how excited he was. He continued to slurp along the tiger's member before finally sliding back, letting it slip from his lips. He smiled down at Khad, standing slowly and walking to his side.
Khadjair turned his head, mere inches from a very thick, very aroused bearcock. He stared at it for a moment, then looked up at Josh, who smiled, putting a finger to the tiger's lips.
"Shhh. I did that because I wanted to. Just enjoy it." He stroked the tiger's headfur with the shushing paw, scritching him behind the ears a bit, makig the purring louder. He grinned at that and shook his head. "Cats... Well, you just rest there, and I'm gonna go jump in the shower. It's got a dryer built in, so you don't have to worry about walking through the gym wet."
He patted Khadjair on the head, padding back to the glass door in the back, stepping inside and turning on the light. Soon the sound of water filled the room, the air slightly humid. The tiger couldn't really move, but he didn't want to. His shoulders were sore, his body tingled from the massage, and he was so awash in the afterglow he couldn't think very coherently.
Josh stripped down in the shower cubicle, putting his clothes in a small locker before turning the water on. Hs own thick black erection taunted him, and he knew he'd have to do something about it before he could even look at Khadjair again. He leaned against the wall of the shower, the water pouring over him, and began slowly stroking along his thick member, the other paw gripping the base and toying with his balls occasionally. As he did so, his thoughts wandered.
In his mind, he saw Khadjair in a month or two, still soft and round, but with a nice amount of muscle under the fur. He was laughing and joking with some of the guys in the gym, having gotten a lot of self-confidence. Dancing at the club for hours, maybe, and sometimes they'd come in here and do more things. He stroked harder as he envisioned those, muzzle hanigng open as he imagined.
As his mind drifted he saw him and Khadjair sharing a shower, like this, upstairs in his apartment over the gym, their bodies pressed to one another, imaginig the tightness of the tiger's rump or the warmth of Khad's tongue on his pads and balls. His muzzle was still full of the taste of Khadjair's cum, and he found he liked the flavor, even if it was a little bitter, like the tiger himself. But there were ways to cure both.
He stroked harder still, panting, hunching his hips a bit, trying to make no noise that would be heard over the shower. His mind wandered through various things, each one hotter than the last. He jerked firmly, and the last image that came to mind was of the tiger kneeling before him in a thick leather collar.
He came violently, two pulses forceful enough to spray his seed against the far wall of the shower. He jerked his paw as he rode through his climax, that image lingering in his mind's eye. It was so hot, but so wrong. He shook a bit as the water brought him back to reality, the jets running over his now quite-sensitive cock.
He soaped himself up quickly, turning down the water temperature, trying to banish that thought from his mind. It continued to trouble him, however, even as he rinsed the conditioner from his fur, turning on the hot air jets, feeling the heat suffuse into his fur. When he felt he was finished, he turned them off, pulling on his shorts and tanktop, and stepped out to the therapy room.
Khad was already half dressed, looking up at Josh a little uncertainly. "I'll be fine to get home. Th.. thanks. For everything. I should be gettin' home, though."
Josh nodded, figuring he'd spooked the poor kid. "It's okay. Tell ya what. If you wanna come by tomorrow afternoon, we can work on a workout plan. If you're interested in comin' back, I mean." His voice was subdued, almost apologetic.
"Sure. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. G'bye, Josh." The tiger pulled his shirt on and slipped into his shoes, then was on his way out the door somewhere between a walk and a run.
Josh just stood there, staring at the door as it closed, repeating that vision of the tiger in his mind.