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“Chet-ers Never Prosper"

It was six in the morning, June. Pride month. And Sam was staring at himself in the mirror, a sense of dread washing over the orc as he stared at his reflection. He looked down at his massive muscular orc body, his perfect V-shape toned frame, his lucious raven-black beard, that beautiful medium green tone and his sharp blue eyes, then he looked at his hairline and leaned in closer to the mirror with a groan.

“I can't fucking believe it..." He said with a grunt. “God damn, Sam what the hell...what did this year do to you buddy?" His fingers trailed over that extra three inches of forehead he had this year, his head of hair had been brought back from his forehead and was now just tipping at a fully exposed crown atop his head. He had been losing hair consistently all year long. He gruffly pushed his fingers against the hair, feeling the tiny pinpricks of fuzz against the tips of his fingers as he brushed his hair back. “I can't... I can't even..." He peered hard into the mirror, trying to decide if he was somehow dreaming and he couldn't even fool himself. “Fuuuuuck!" He let out an anguished cry. “I can't be seen like this! I just can't!" He ducked back out of the way of his mirror and rested his shoulders against the cool wall behind him. “What is wrong with me? I'm twenty-two, I shouldn't be...fucking..." He looked at his reflection again and let out a bellow of frustration. “Fu-hu-huck!" He rubbed his face in frustration.

Sam had just stepped into the shower when he heard his phone ringing. He stuck his head out of the shower curtain to see his phone vibrating against the countertop nearby and he reached out to grab it. “Yeah? Hello?" He asked without even reading who was calling.

“Hey! Sam, you up already?"

“Yo, yeah I'm getting ready to hit the gym. What's up?"

It was Sam's best friend Chet. One of the few orcs that attended their college. The pair had known each other since they were kids, and despite the fact that Sam had been out and proud for many years, he also knew that Chet was really just coming to terms with being absurdly gay. He tried not to picture Chet's jock-built body, that perfect mane of dark red hair, those stunning golden eyes and that lighter green skin that covered his hairy body. But trying not to think about it only got him thinking about it more.

“Hey. If you're headed to the gym I can meet you there. I've been meaning to find a new place since my last one burned down..."

Sam had gotten out of the shower and was dragging a towel along his skin, he'd forgotten to rinse off due to the call and was instead distracted trying to wipe the soap off. “Oh- well if--if you're interested, sure I mean..."

“Great! See you in about an hour then?"

When Sam hung up he groaned and looked at himself in the mirror again. He'd only really just noticed that he was losing so much hair, a lot of older orcs tended to fall this way, but he was still so young. So vibrant. He didn't want to lose his hair in the prime of his life, why couldn't it have waited until he was old and less...virile?

The outfit Sam chose for the gym was pretty basic; a pair of shorts that traveled about three-quarters down his thighs, a black tank top shirt that really accentuated the muscles on his body, and lastly a dark blue bandanna that matched his shorts. He tightened the band around the top of his forehead, and triple checked it in the mirror. If he was going to meet with Chet he wasn't going to let the man know about his own insecurities. But that didn't stop him from commenting as soon as they met just outside the gym an hour later:

“Yo-ho, fitting to set sail on the high seas, matey?" He asked with a mocking gruff voice to imitate a pirate, putting a hand over one of his eyes and laughing as he watched Sam approach.

“Very funny." Sam replied as he approached. “It's ideal to keep the sweat out of my eyes, you know?"

Chet smirked. “Chill my friend. It's nothing you have to defend. I like the look."

Sam sighed softly, the ruse was working and Chet wasn't raising any question but as he turned to walk inside he was suddenly goosed by the other orc. “On the way to plunder the BOOTY!" He exclaimed with a loud laugh as they made their way inside.

“So, you think about this afternoon?" Chet asked as he curled the hundred-pound barbel to his shoulder as he and Sam sat on the machines.

Sam was pressing his arms together at the butterfly machine, sweat trickling down his forehead as he concentrated with his reps. He glanced at the orc with a raised eyebrow. “This afternoon?"

“Pride parade? Walking down a few city blocks, work on our glutes, maybe sweat a little bit?"

“Oh." Sam said as he released the weights and leaned forward for a breath. “I-I dunno I mean..."

“Come on. We do this every year, you and me leading our buddies, plus you did mention something about trying out that new bathhouse, right?"

Sam sighed and shrugged. “Well I mean... I guess?"

He looked at Chet; that perfect mane of hair was almost frustrating and being held back by a rather sturdy-looking headband, apparently he was not suffering from the same kind of hair loss that Sam was and Sam was getting a little jealous. He tried to push off the feelings out of his mind and began to use the machine to start his leg curls. “We meeting everyone at noon then?"

“I think so." Chet shrugged and looked Sam over. “So your little bandanna isn't doing much to keep the sweat out of your eyes, you know that right?"

“I'm fine." Sam said defensively.

Chet shrugged and inhaled, bringing his hands back through his hair, shaking it loose and infuriating Sam who took another hard rep on the machine, there was a loud bang and the weights slammed to the floor from the sheer anger in his move. Everyone in the gym froze in place to the thunderous sound and looked at the pair who were now very much at the center of attention. “You know what..." Sam said as he exhaled through his nostrils. “I think I'm gonna go."

Sam had gone to the locker room in a huff, not even realizing that Chet was following behind him, as he reached his locker he turned to see Chet staring at him with that look of concern mixed with confusion that he was so good at. “What." He pointed out Chet's stare.

Chet shrugged. “I dunno, I am sort of wondering what the fuck is wrong with you?"

“Nothing." Sam said shortly as he stripped out of his tanktop, his wet, glistening torso hitting the light of the locker room as he tossed it into the locker and dragged out his duffel bag. “I'm just a little... out of it today."

“Because of the pride meeting we had planned?"

“What makes you say that?"

“Because you've been acting strange since I mentioned it... in fact you were acting weird the moment I met up with you--what are you mad at me?"

Sam non-chalantly stripped out of his shorts, standing naked in front of the other orc as he'd done so many times before. “No. I'm not mad at you, don't personalize this shit."

Chet glanced over the wealth of hair on Sam's body, nearly losing his train of thought watching that thick orc dick flopping around as he turned to pull a towel over it, it disappearing behind the towel snapped him back to reality. “Look, then what is it?"

“I've just... been feeling a little self conscious lately, okay?"

“Self conscious, about what? Your hair?"

Sam paused for a moment, his breath catching in his throat at the guess as he looked at Chet. “You...you knew?"

“Buddy." Chet said with a smirk as he rested an elbow against the locker next to him. “We've known each other since the fourth grade, we've sucked each other's dicks and were the first ones to come out to the other one." He said as he grabbed the bandana and yanked it off. “Plus this head gear doesn't go very well with you man."

Sam gasped as the bandana was pulled from his head, exposing his scalp and balding head. “Hey!" He shouted in anger.

“Come on, it's not that bad, really. I mean my dad was pretty much completely bald at eighteen, a lot of orcs have it bad, especially male orcs."

“Yeah well." Sam replied snatching the bandana away from the other orc. “You don't seem too bothered by it. Mister... bugbear." He intended it as more insulting, but he then realized that bugbears were kind of a hot collection of creatures.

Without another word, Sam decided to storm off to the showers, leaving a confused Chet behind to watch him go. He then turned to start changing as well. Joining Sam in the showers, Chet was quiet for a bit as the two showered together, not really looking at one another. The pair had been friends for so long that he didn't think they could ever be anything more, he was happy with how their relationship was and never really thought about Sam as anything more than a quick experimental fling when they were teens. He knew he had to break Sam out of this, he knew that Sam was more than this self conscious twenty-something he had become, and he knew that he had to prove it to him.

It was almost noon by the time the pair finally left the gym and both had brought along outfits to really accentuate their intention of joining the parade that afternoon. Sam wore a rather revealing muscle shirt tanktop that was more strand than fabric over his massive body, his pectorals, his nipples hung from either side as it dangled down over his jeans in all its rainbow-colored fashion, while Chet wore a pair of shorts you couldn't even measure with a ruler and a brightly colored crop top. Not either of their styles, but it still made for an amusing time for them. They looked at each other and couldn't help but forget about the earlier drama and laugh at the other's choice in clothing as they made their way toward the street the parade typically started on. Sam wore his bandana again, covering the top of his head as Chet wore a pair of small purple tinted glasses that barely even covered his eyeballs and as they met their group of four other friends things started to look up.

“Sam! What's with the bandana?" One of their friends Roger had asked, the human looking the two of them over scrutinizingly. “It doesn't really match the shirt."

“It doesn't have to." Sam said. “I'm wearing it to keep from getting a sunburn."

Chet scoffed at the obvious lie, but the others seemed to buy it. He looked at Roger, and Tony, Chris and Alex and all four seemed to be on board. They were dressed in very summery outfits as well, shorts, hawaiian shirts, tanktops, even each sporting a bit of leather accenting their outfits, and somehow they all really highlighted a singular theme. The only thing that was bugging him was the bandana. Why Sam insisted on wearing it and throwing their crew off was maddening. He tried to be subtle about it, nudging Sam before the parade started.

“What?" He asked.

Chet glanced at the bandana. “Come on, you can take that silly thing off, this is supposed to be a summery theme not...you know... off-the-streets look?"

Somewhere deep in the parade they could hear the music building up, Sam looked at his watch, it was already five past noon and the bright sun was already beating down on them. “Come on guys let's give them a show shall we?"

As Sam directed the others to go first, Chet glared at him and that silly black bandana he wore that threw off their more festive colors. It was a hot day, but he wasn't buying it as the large darker skinned orc made his way into the bearish part of the parade followed by Chris, then Roger and Tony he couldn't help but wonder exactly what he was thinking and his thoughts didn't leave him until they had been walking for about twenty minutes. He could see that Sam was sweating under the radiantly hot bandana, droplets of moisture dripping down to his neck and causing his skin to glisten as he flexed his muscles for the crowds as they were passing. The two of them were probably the only orcs in the parade of thick, masculine men and he was definitely suffering from the heat of the day.

“Sam take that stupid bandana off, you're sweating like a pig!" He said as he moved up alongside Sam who cast a sideways glance.

“I'm fine. Really."

“No you're not. You've been acting skittish ever since this morning. What's with this? Are you really that upset about your hair?"

Sam glared at Chet, his nostrils flared. “Fuck. Off Chet." He sneered through gritted teeth. “You don't have to live with it, you know I--" He didn't have a moment to flinch as Chet suddenly thrust his hand forward and snatched the bandana off Sam's head. “HEY!" He shouted loudly as his hair fell into view, causing everyone to pause for a moment as he tried to grab it back.

“Stop this, you're fine!"

“Chet! Give that back NOW!" He roared angrily as he moved toward the other orc, his body somehow making itself look twice as large as it was a moment ago. He swiped his hands to grab the bandana and without a second thought, Chet threw it out into the street, causing it to vanish into the crowd in an instant.

“Now you are going to listen to me." Chet said angrily. “You have nothing to be worried about, there are plenty of guys who have this issue. You can hardly even notice it."

“How the fuck can you say that?" Sam growled as he grabbed Chet by the collar of his shirt and pulled him face to face. “You don't gotta worry about this." He said as he ran his hands through the other orc's long, mane-like hair as it was pushed back by the orc's fingers. “Look at this!"

“My brother. Please, calm down!" Chet exclaimed, feeling a little choked by the other orc's massive grasp. “You don't need it! You--"

“You don't even listen to me. It's not about not living with it. I can't... I can't be seen like that!" He shouted as he thrust his hands and threw Chet to the ground. “Fuck you, Chet. You can go to fucking hell!" He clenched his fists and turned around, also vanishing into the crowd that had gone still for a moment. After a few moments more, the entire crowd began to return to normal, as if shrugging off the drama that had unfolded. Chet breathed through his nostrils as Roger helped him back to his feet.

“He'll be fine." He assured the others. “He just has to realize he doesn't need to fear so much about what other people think of him. You know?"

Sam had made it three blocks before he finally stopped walking, he was fuming and hadn't realized he'd gone the wrong direction. Instead of turning around and risking facing his friends again, he simply thrust his back up against the wall of a building and watched the crowds pass with the parade as he seethed in frustration. It was getting hot and his forehead was beginning to drip with perspiration as he realized he still never found his bandana. Looking back over his shoulder, he realized that he was standing at the door of what looked and smelled like a bathhouse. “Was this new?" he wondered as he uncrossed his arms and investigated the lobby, sticking his head in out of the hot weather into the cool, air conditioned building and noticed a rather massive beast standing behind the counter. His curiosity piqued, he stepped into the building and approached the desk.

“Hey, excuse me. Is this the new...bath house that was build a few months back?"

“It is indeed." The man replied in an almost serene tone of voice. “How may I help you? Were you seeking a membership?"

“Hm. Possibly." The orc mused, thumbing his jaw gently. “Tell me, what sort of services do you provide?"

“Oh, besides our general bathing and swimming areas, we have a rather large range of amenities. Sauna, steam room, spa treatments, grooming up to and including a..." He paused, and gave a knowing smirk. “A happy ending to any of the said treatments. We encourage our patrons to be as free as they wish to be here. We have weight training rooms and--"

“Wait." Sam paused, realizing the list was still going on but his mind was caught on another resource. “What was that last thing you mentioned?"

“Free...weight training rooms?"

“Before that."

“You mean a happy ending?"

Sam shook his head. “I know what that is but--did you say... “grooming"?"

“Oh yes. That is run by our masseuse Joshua. He is quite adept in all the physical aspects of our clients. He meets the needs of clients who need a manicure, a pedicure, unwanted hair removal and actual massage...would that be the services you're interested in?"

“Not me." Sam shook his head. “But I'll probably sign up for some of those amazing features, I have something in mind for a friend of mine. When would this Joshua be available to really work over an orc like me?" He grinned wickedly at the idea that had cropped up in his mind just then.

***

Evening was falling on the city streets, the parade had long since ended and Chet was seated around an outdoor picnic table with the trio of his friends; Roger was not human, he was a hulking, black furred werewolf. Which made an interesting contrast that he wore a white tanktop shirt, bright red running shorts and sneakers to the parade. He had a sash around his waist that someone had given him made from beads in the colors of the rainbow. He sat around running his finger along the grain of the table, idly bored as he passed the time tracing the lines. Tony was the second biggest out of their friends; though he was human he still stood at an impressive six foot seven and his body looked like it hadn't had a single day away from the gym. He wore a vest with no shirt on, his dark hair slopped over his eyes in a very serious front bang hiding his otherwise green eyes. He wore a pair of blue jeans that were so tight on him that you could probably see his religion from the shape in them. And Chris was the smallest of the group, he was human like Tony but he was scrawny. His arms like twigs, his torso like a straight, lean shaft and he had gaunt features, high cheekbones and pale skin. He looked like he had just stepped out of a graveyard, which made him and Sam often joke that they were surprised he didn't burst into flame from the entourage of colors covering his body.

“So...we heading to the bar?" Roger asked gruffly, slamming his empty glass on the table and alerting everyone else. “Or we still waiting for Sam to get his head out of his ass?"

Chet sighed and glanced at Roger. “I'm gonna wait on him."

“Yeah. It just doesn't seem right to go without him." Chris agreed.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Want my opinion, we don't need to hang out with a wet blanket. You're better off with us Chet. Why not?"

At that moment, Chet felt his pocket buzz and he grabbed his phone, pulling it out. It was Sam's number, he turned the device on. “Hey! We were just talking about you." He said before pausing. “Mmhmm... oh? Really. Okay, I can meet you there."

“What was that about?" Roger asked, crossing his large arms and staring at Chet. “What did ol' baldy want?" He snorted in laughter, stopping at the glare Chet shot at him.

“He wants me to meet him at the Hot Spot, I guess to apologize for the way he acted earlier?"

“Ooh that new bathhouse over on seventy-second? Boy he really does get around fast."

“Yeah, well. I think I'll head that way alone."

Tony frowned. “Aw, why?"

“Because he's been really sensitive lately and I know you blokes. You're going to ride him about his hair loss so much he'll become a recluse for five years and it'll be your fault. So I will go and see what I can get from it, maybe glean some information of this place for you guys and we can go hang out there next weekend."

“Alright." Roger huffed through his nostrils, flaring them in frustration. “Just be sure to let us know, we'll...head back to the apartment I guess."

“Alright, I'll call if I need anything."

As the four of them parted ways; Chet headed toward the bathhouse while the rest of the group went the opposite direction, the orc couldn't help but wonder what exactly Sam had in mind. Usually when he had one of his tantrums, they lasted at least a day, but the fact that he had gleefully called him spoke volumes. As he made his way down the street, the lights at the corners slowly began to illuminate, he wasn't sure how long this place would be open, but as he approached the Hot Spot's neon purple sign he saw a sign underneath it that answered his question: “Open twenty-four hours...huh that's convenient." He said as he took a step inside, getting blasted by the cooler air within.

The man behind the counter was doing something with a stack of papers in front of him, but as Chet approached him, the man's attention turned to meet his gaze. “Ah! You must be Mister...Chet?"

Chet raised an eyebrow at the man's proper attire and greeting. He could see the man was massive and muscular under his jacket and casual attire, but it was rather subdued, which only made him a little bit hotter. He stood upright and looked into Chet's eyes with the oceanic blue color he was swimming in suddenly. “Uh...yeah?" He answered questioningly, the man gave him a smile.

“Excellent. Excellent. Joshua is going to have a treat with you."

“Joshua? Treat?"

“Oh. I'm sorry, Joshua is our masseuse and groomer. He's actually the head of the department but extremely popular, we were so lucky to get you in, I'm sure he'd take a fine interest in a big orc like yourself. Now, please, if you would step through these double doors, head to the last door on the right and wait he will be with you shortly."

“But I never--"

“Don't you worry. Arrangements have been made, please head on down. Be sure to stop at the locker room on your way, guests can walk around as freely as they'd like behind those doors."

Chet was ushered through the swinging doors without much of an argument and made his way down the hallway; he wasn't sure what he was in for, and didn't go into the locker room. He continued down to the end of the hall and walked through the right door, entering a dimly lit round room with a massage table in the center. As he looked around, he could hear the sounds of melodic calming music being played. As he bounced from front to back foot, a voice could be heard from the speakers now emitting into the room.

“Thank you for coming Mister Chet. I will be with you momentarily, please make yourself comfortable and lie down on the table in front of you, strip down to your skivvies, strip down to your bare ass for all I care. I will be your guide to pleasure today."

The orc looked around for a moment, finding nothing but the soft lighting from the candles surrounding the corners of the room and casually he pulled his shirt up over his head, reveling his deep green flesh underneath. He'd not been to a bathhouse in some time, but this he was sure felt very new to him. He looked down at the massage table and gave a sigh of resignation before laying down onto it, letting his face slip between the run of the cushioned pillow at the top of the table. The vinyl felt cool against his bearded face and the ring of foam squeezed around his head as he put his hands up on either side, breathing slowly to try and relax. He heard the door click open, then close again and a few seconds later a pair of very large hands grasped his shoulders.

From what he could see under the table, the man who entered had large, hairy looking legs and from the grip of claws on the back of his neck, he could see that it wasn't Sam either. “Good evening. I am Joshua. Please relax and I will be taking care of your body tonight and... all that that implies." He said as he directed one of his fingers up Chet's spine, making his body grow aflame with a shudder of pleasure that shot through him. “Ooh. A responsive one. I like that. Now, first thing's first; what you are about to experience will be cooling and liberating as I go from head to toe on your body; are you experiencing any areas of discomfort or pain?"

“N-not yet..." Chet replied, unsure how this 'Joshua' character would be tending to him. He then felt the cool touch of something metal across his shoulders.

“Then tell me, Chet. Do you trust me?"

“I...don't even know you?"

Joshua gave a deep chuckle as the object still touched his warm skin, the contradiction between its cool metallic feeling and Chet's warm skin being felt deliberately. “Well as a massage therapist and groomer I am here to tell you...that's all I intend to do with your body tonight. At least...unless you demand more?"

“Sure I guess...if that's what works."

Chet was surprised, the man didn't even wait for a full answer as he began to move the blade down the orc's back, he could feel it bump and grind against his hair. A feeling which gave him goosebumps the further down the metal crawled. He gasped and caught his breath at the sudden coolness of air blowing across his skin as he tried to speak up, to keep the conversation light. “What--ah...what exactly did I get into here?" He asked.

“Well let's see... your friend Sam bought the “Fully Loaded" package. Which includes a massage, grooming and even a little..." He leaned in close, the man's furry chest like a blanket across Chet's back as his lips moved near his ear. “Happy Ending..." He whispered deeply with a growl.

Again, Chet's breath caught in the back of his throat as he managed to choke out the words “Oh...okay." Before feeling the blade once again crawl down his shoulders and his back toward the small of his back. It stopped at the edge of his pants, which were already rather taut by the hidden bulge straining to free itself and Chet raised his arms to somewhat cushion himself more on the table.

Almost immediately, Joshua took advantage of the orc's raised arms and began to shave him under his pits. Chet could feel the hair trickling down and falling to the floor. As Joshua's legs passed around the table in front of him, the orc could see the man was completely naked, his massive cock dangling down under the table, swaying between his legs like some lewd tetherball game. The sight of it made him swallow hard and he felt the razor move over his other pit, baring it just as quickly as the other one. Again the blade dragged down his back, stopping at the edge of his pants once more. He felt the man's hand urgently grab at the waistband of his jeans and tug a bit. “You know this would be so much easier with these off." He added with a teasing tone to his voice.

“God damn..." Chet thought. “This is fucking hot..."

“I agree." Joshua said with a laugh, making Chet realize that the last half of that sentence slipped from his lips.

Ignoring that, he reached down and unfastened his pants. Joshua took the advantage and grappled his jeans, pulling them off in almost a single swipe. As soon as his pants left his feet, Joshua tossed it to the side and slapped his hand down hard on the orc's large, bare ass. “Now that's what I'm talking about." He said with a growl as he poured a strange concoction of a cold oil across his back and began to rub the liquid in. The sensation made Chet grab ahold of the table and let out a shuddering moan as he could feel the liquid seep into his newly shorn skin the oil itself providing a cooling layer, then a deeply warm layer of heat that washed over every muscle, causing them to tighten, then loosen in response to the rubbing. Joshua's hands went up to Chet's shoulders, then came back down in slow, methodical circles that had him growing harder and harder with arousal under him. He had just barely managed to stop constantly using the “Ffffffff" consonant by the time Joshua finally released his legs and stood up. “Alright, sir. Let's turn over shall we?"

Chet barely had a moment to react to what Joshua said as he felt the man's large furry arms grab him around the waist and fling him onto his back like he was some sort of rag doll. It was there that he finally got a good look at the man rubbing him down so eagerly.

He was a Bugbear; a large, beastial, bear-like man who stood like a human. He was at least seven feet tall, just a bit taller than Chet with a large muscular body with a tan brown fur coating his frame. He had light blue eyes and a pair of canine teeth that jutted over his upper lip from the bottom of his mouth. He was indeed naked and already had a semi-hardon going on that made Chet blush in surprise at how absolutely massive the man was. He swallowed again, wincing for just a moment as he realized that his own massive cock had slapped against his stomach upon landing and at least for the moment, Joshua was continuing on professionally, putting his hand on Chet's beard and looking him over. He started with Chet's chest. Slowly grinding the blade along his thick pelt of hair and shaving it off one side at a time, expertly traversing the circle around each nipple and as he completed each one, Joshua would go down and drag his warm, wet tongue along it. The sensations were driving Chet wild and he groaned, covering his face with the crook of his elbow before Joshua put that down to his side as well. He reached the blade up to Chet's face and slowly began to work at his beard, making the orc freeze in place as he did so.

“What's this?"

“This is the Fully Loaded package." Joshua answered, his tongue hanging from the side of his mouth as he continued to shave the orc uninterrupted. “Comes with a shave and a haircut my friend."

It was then that Chet realized the entire point behind this game. But he was too far invested now, his hands grabbed the sides of the table as Joshua shaved the beard from his face, dragging the blade along his cheek, his chin, his neck. Removing everything from him except for a thick mustache on his upper lip. He smiled at Chet's staring at him. “Oh trust me lad. You look better this way. In fact we aren't even done yet."

Chet's skin began to crawl as he felt the blade crawl across his face, down and around his cut chin, exposing his face to the bugbear, whose smile only widened with every inch removed. He gave a soft chuckle of amusement as he leaned forward, his own furry face and his lips brushing across Chet's. “Hope this is satisfactory so far... mister orc." He whispered as his hand reached down and took hold of Chet's cock, making him jump in surprise. His hand slowly coming back toward Chet's face, he leaned back as he cupped his palm around the orc's newly exposed skin, stroking the flesh softly with the tips of his claws as his other hand moved higher. “It seems we've got one more area to cover..." He said as he ran his hand with the blade through Chet's hair. As he moved to the side, Chet could feel a very erect cock pressing against his shoulder, just barely out of reach as he began to bring the razor to his hair. Chet locked up, feeling the rush of metal slide through his hair. Joshua's fingers trailed behind the cutting. He could feel the electricity of his hair falling away, tickling his scalp as the bugbear worked him over. His deep eyes concentrating now on his work. His fingers were firm, his nails dragging gently through the long hair on his head; trimming it away, making it fall across his scalp and face. He occasionally reached down and grabbed a soft brush and gently moved it over the orc's face, clearing the hair that didn't fall all the way to the floor at this point. Chet was breathing hard and fast. It was so erotic that he wasn't even bothering trying to hide how aroused he was. Precum glistened at the tip of his shaft, but Joshua wasn't even touching it yet. He could feel his balls clench and relax over and over again as the razor dragged through his hair. Joshua switched to scissors at one point to trim a little more off around his ears. He went from the front to the back of his head over and over in meticulous stripes like someone mowing their lawn. Eventually the coolness of the air covered Chet's entire scalp and Joshua placed his razor down.

“There you go. Now... we have one thing left to cover, but I think you'll enjoy this one."

“O-okay?" Chet acquiesced to the suggestion.

The large beast then reached to a shelf on the right, taking a small blue bottle into his hand and he poured its clear contents into his left palm, rubbing his hands together before bringing them up and rubbing them over Chet's scalp. Chet let out a grunt at the sudden cold sensation now washing down his head and neck as soon as the bugbear's claws made contact with the skin. His body went rigid and he clutched the sides of his chair as Joshua continued, unflinching but amused at the same time as he did so. “Mmm there we go... now this will stimulate every inch of your body." He said as he splayed his fingers out, covering the orc's now-bare scalp with the liquid. It brought an exquisite sensation shooting through his system, stimulating his body and making his muscles twitch with anticipation. Joshua reached for the bottle again, this time pouring it down and coating Chet's massive chest with it. He smirked and clicked his tongue as he put the bottle back and his hands began to rub the cooling oil into his chest. Chet could feel his heart pounding even faster now, his body writhing, twitching at the sensations going over his now-mostly shaven body. He watched it start to glisten and reflect the light as the oils washed over his skin from his chest down to his stomach down to his--

“Oh fuck..." He whispered as Joshua began to twirl his hand around Chet's massive cock. He moaned and felt it pulse, streams of almost-clear precum began to drool out, pouring down over Joshua's furry fingers as he began to stroke him slowly, moving himself toward the orc's legs as he continued to run his other hand along Chet's hips. He felt the warm, pulsing tip of Joshua's cock press against his hole as he spread Chet's cheeks and began to slip up between them like a hot dog. “Wh-what...are you doing?" He asked.

“Didn't I tell you? Your friend Sam got the Fully Loaded package, which means a happy ending and a fully loaded cock." He smiled as he lined himself up and then pushed himself inward with a feral grunt and a growl to follow. Now both of Joshua's hands were grasping his cock, stroking it thoroughly as the orc was ridden harder and harder by him.

“Ahh! Hnnn!" He grunted and growled in pleasure as he felt Joshua thrust into him and Joshua howled in a gleeful pleasure as he fucked Chet hard.

“You're so tight, Mister Chet...no wonder your friend wanted to hook you up here...oh fuck...yes..." He growled as his claws gripped Chet's hips and pulled him into him again and again. Chet's cock bounced up and then slapped down onto his stomach again and again. The stimulation making wet white marks across his belly as he began to spew precum, growling and howling obscenities to the masseuse. Joshua grabbed the back of Chet's head and pulled him closer, giving him a lewd and passionate kiss as he continued to fuck him.

“I-I'm not go-gonna last--NHHHHHH!"

Chet couldn't finish his sentence before suddenly feeling the gush of hot seed now splattering into his face. Joshua picked up the pace, grabbing Chet's legs and pulling them upright, fucking him harder and faster now to release as much tension as he could. Joshua hunched over for a moment and growled a feral, low rumble before suddenly pumping his seed deep into the orc. It was a lot of cum between the both of them. Chet getting a face full of cream while Joshua began to pump him so full of cum that it began to spill thick and heavy all over the floor underneath the massage table.

Finally, as the howling calmed down and both men were writhing together in a mix of sweat, cum and other bodily fluids, Joshua pulled Chet in for another messy kiss. “Mmm there we go, all better don't you agree?"

“Oh! What the fuck!!"

Both men were interrupted by a loud shout at the door to the room and looked to see Sam standing there in frustration as he looked at the display. “Are you kidding me? You're supposed to be feeling bad and self conscious without your hair, you dick!" He shouted angrily.

“Well...what can I say Sam?" Chet replied. “I didn't really care about my hair that much." He smirked wickedly. “But I do gotta tell you, I really appreciated the hook up, Sam. So thank you."

“Fuck. You." Sam replied angrily before storming out and slamming the door behind him, leaving the pair in a moment of silence.

“Are you going to go after him?" Joshua asked curiously.

“Nah." Chet waved a hand dismissively. “That drama queen does this all the time, he'll be fine in a few days. But for now..." He said as he pulled Joshua even closer so that their noses were practically touching. “Let's you and me have a little... after session." He said with a grin.

THE END?