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Intro :

Jackson the human was hurting... long overtime-shifts on his feet were killing him. His back was sore, his legs hurt. But thankfully he knew the answer, book a massage! He was on a prepaid monthly plan with a local and reputable massage chain that offered online scheduling. It was perfect for him, either it was just a relaxing spa-day kind of massage just to feel good, or like today, he hurt his back helping a friend move in upstairs, but he was only a few clicks away from a massage to get him right again.

He pulled up the app on his phone and looked at the openings available. One today at 6 pm with a masseuse he didn't know, or tomorrow afternoon with his regular. He almost selected his regular for tomorrow, but the thought of a restless night from his painful back was enough to let him roll the dice with an unknown masseuse.

They had never been bad, just some were mediocre, some were good, and some were awesome. And you don't know until you try a massage with them if the are the right fit for you. His regular was an older female who was painfully polite, experienced, thoughtful, and she was available to book often too, she didn't have the physical strength to really work his muscles hard, but she had good technique. But there was a masseuse that he liked more... she was younger, had a strong hand, good technique, but was...a little weird. Odd realy. But damn could she fix anything you hurt! You would be sore after a session, but wow could she fix a pinched nerve or tight joint.

For Jackson that was always an expected trade off for every masseuse, they could look attractive, be a good masseuse with good technique, or be normal acting and/or polite. Pick one, maybe two to be good. Not three. And the other one or two they would be rough at best.

He wasn't sure what he was getting today, but hopefully his back would feel better when it was over. And he wouldn't mind if the masseuse was hot too.

At the spa:

After checking in the host took him down a corridor of massage rooms, most were empty due to the late hour. Once at the far end of the hall he was let in room 9, and advised the masseuse would be in momentary. He put his phone on silent, and preemptively set it along with his wallet and keys into the wooden cabinet for the customers items. Then sitting in the chair jammed in the corner of the small room, he waited. The lights were dimmed, and soothing instrumental music played softly from the buildings sound system. The normal flow he was use to now was that the masseuse would knock, enter, ask about the customers needs, then exit so he could undress. He tried to calm his mind, preparing for a relaxing massage.

There was a slight tap at the door as it opened, and Jackson was starting to say 'come in', but stopped mid word as the masseuse did so without even asking. Ducking to fit through the normal 7 foot high door, he entered, all eight and a half feet of him. Eight and a half was from hoof to head, not horns...He also entered slightly sideways due to his broad shoulders and large horns, meaning he was wider then the three foot wide door.

Jackson sat in silence, mouth open, looking into the deep green eyes of the brown and white bull standing before him. His pelt was brown, but with a white cruciform star or diamond shape covering his neck and chest, first widening down to his nipples, then narrowing before widening again below his belt line and then tapering down as it disappeared in to his trousers, splitting each side of his thighs. Wearing the black trousers and open chested jacket of the masseuse staff, but without the undershirt, the uniform fit and looked quite different on him...his huge frame hardly fit in the clothes, leaving his midriff bare, jacket open with white chest tufts sticking out, and the long pants ended above his bovine knees, looking more like shorts then slacks on him. And they bulged in the front... alot.

Jackson had been hoping for a cute blond with big breasts, not... a guy..well, a huge muscular bull. But this was the opposite of what he wanted, he wanted a cute girl to rub his naked body while chatting him up.

Now, he had male masseuses before. They were ok, good at putting some force onto his aches, but that was missing half the experience for him. He wanted to smell girls sweet perfume, not male sweat. He wanted a big set of breasts to accidentally rub across his shoulder as girls reached over him, not to feel a guys rough hands on his bare skin. Now it looked like a scanty clad titanic bull-man was going to be touching him instead, and he was already deciding that he would keep his underwear on for this massage.

"Hello Jackson, I am Trageus, and will be your masseuse today. Tell me what brings you in this afternoon?" The bull said closing the door behind him, as he filled the room not just with his physical presence, but the bulls deep and powerful voice, even when keeping it low was enough to have Jackson gripping the arms of the padded chair tightly, pressed back in his seat.

"Well, I, uh, my back, it hurts a bit after moving furniture up a staircase..." he managed to say, as he tried to re compose himself.

"Ah. Any discomfort in your neck?" He asked eyeing Jackson

"No mainly in my upper and lower back" Jackson replied.

"I see. So I will focus on your upper and lower back, glutes, and legs." He said With an appraising look. "Go head and fully undress, and we will start with you nude, face down on the table." He said then started to open the cabinet of massage supplies, seeking some item.

Jackson stood and started to the little wooden cabinet for his clothes, but noticed the bull still rummaging in the supply cabinet. Jackson slowed himself down, sitting back down in the chair, and taking his shoes off slowly as he waited for the bull to leave the room, but the bull just casually ...didn't.

After a moment the bull had his supplies and turned back, finding his patient still sitting fully clothed.

"Oh, sorry, I may have been unclear in my instructions. I will try again more slowly: stand up and remove all your clothes, placing them in the cabinet next to you." He said as pointed at the cabinet. "Then lay face down on the massage table, under the sheet." He said slowly as he pat the table in front of him.

Jackson blushed, both from embarrassment and anger of being treated like he was stupid.

"yah, I got that, I was just waiting for you to... yah know, step out." He said curtly with indignation.

"Ahh, I didn't realize you were extremely shy, so I can step out if you need. I do for females, but not usually for males... I'm just use to working on athletes, lifters, and other gym-going men who aren't afraid to be seen in the locker room and what not." He said softly, settling down the bottle of massage oil. "I will step out and wait while you get ready." But even the soft delivery of the suggestion still got to Jackson, as he burned red with yet more humiliation and anger that swirled with in him at the insult to his masculinity.

"No its fine. I don't mind, I just ... didn't know the protocol here." He said as casually as he could, standing and starting to undress.

"Ah, very good. It saves a lot of time if we are both getting ready at once. On average it increases the time for me to work on the patient by 15 minutes a session." The bull said standing facing Jackson, who finished removing his shirt.

Jackson expected the bull to go back to setting up but he just stood there, arms crossed looking at Jackson.

"I admit I was confused" the bull said unmoving. "Your patient profile said you were on the local school baseball team in middle school, high school, and even college. So clearly you have changed clothes and been nude in a locker room environment or showers." He mused aloud.

As Jackson turned to the locker, and put his shirt in, then keeping his back to the bulls intense glare he hesitantly unbuckled his belt.

"Usually a male who is shy to undress in front of another has never participated in sports teams, or is homosexual. So naturally I was confused." The bull said thoughtfully.

To Jackson it wasn't helpful. The bull seemed to not know how uncomfortable interspecies nudity was for humans. Well ... normal humans, ones who weren't chasing giant animal cocks like his ex girlfriend. He still had hangups over his last girl leaving him for a bully because she 'liked his size'. Oh, she had said much more then that, and he shriveled thinking about it. Things like how her new guy was 'unlike him in so many ways', such as he was 'a gentle-bull in the streets, but a beast in the sheets' or how he was 'bottoming her out' and 'could rider her for hours'. Jackson kept his back to this bull as he continued to undress trying to keep his hostile feelings in check. He lowered his slacks, and leaned forward slightly as he was stepping out of them, aware the bull could still be watching him. He stood in only his dark blue briefs, as he placed his pants in the locker, his plan was to turn around, casually step over to and lay on the massage table in a smooth quick motion, he had to hide from the bull just how much he didn't stack up to him.

'Ok, ready now, it will be a quick and smooth move.' he told himself internally.

As he turned around he blushed again.

The bull had not moved an inch. He was still standing arms crossed, emerald eyes piercing through him. Jackson failed to walk very smoothly to the table, as he felt so self conscious but it didn't matter. As he started to try and climb on the table the bull stopped him with a firm word.

"No. you still weren't paying attention, remove ALL of your clothes. Underwear too." The bull said resolutely.

Jackson was mortified, he knew his equipment didn't compare to the bulls, and for the bull to see it so plainly, So clearly, was his current nightmare.

"Here just hand your underwear to me, and get on the table face down, were running behind already." The bull said extending his massive arm, huge hand open, waiting.

He was not going to submit to the bully, screw him! But then he realized he would have to turn around, walk away from the table that was sort-of shielding his loins from the bulls gaze, take his underwear off, showing his ass to the bull, then while at the furthest end of the room, turn around and walk back to the table the whole time showing the bull his currently small, fear shriveled cock.

After a seconds hesitation Jackson mustered his courage and lowered his briefs and stepped out of them, But if he handed the bull his underwear here he might be able to slide up on the table and keep his fear shriveled penis unseen under the sheet.

He handed his underwear over to the bull, who in turn curtly reminded him that he should be face down under the sheet.

He managed to climb up on the table that was adjusted to higher then usual, owing to the bulls stature.

Jackson slid under the sheet and blanket, face down, and put his face in the round face cradle opening. The bull moved about some and announced that he was starting. The bull first lowered the sheet folding it down from his neck to lower on his back, tucking the sides in at his hips. First the bull started with firm hands on his neck, powerful bovine fingers working down his back, applying light pressure as he sensed the muscles that were tense or knotted. As the bull started his work on Jacksons back, he started to noticed the bulls scent in the room. It was clean, but masculine, sort of musky. It was like a more powerful version of his own scent after working out some... he was acutely aware of it, because he always liked his own musk scent, especially after several girls he had 'gotten to known' had commented they liked it.

The bulls scent made him even more uncomfortable, as he associated his own scent with getting laid, as being something for girls to enjoy. He didn't want to smell other guys at all, but here he was in a small room full of bull musk.

The sound of a the wheeled stool that masseuses usually use rattling as he pulled it up to the head of the table and sat, it groaned a bit under his weight. The bull sat and worked powerful fingers on his neck and shoulders. Jackson was annoyed though, as good as it felt, he realized as he opened his eyes the bulls crotch was now right under his face, the huge bulge framed neatly by the round face hole. And as a powerful hands rested on the back of his head, and the other his neck, fingers moving in constant swirling motions, and damn did that feel good. He was about to ask for the bull to switch to the scented massage oil, to help mask the musk when the bull spoke. His voice felt powerful in the quiet room, and so close to him

"Ok, Jackson, I want you let me know if I'm going to strong for you. I usually provide massages for really tough men, like MMA fighters or boxers. So its ok if you ask me to go gently on you. If you want, I have a really nice relaxing massage technique I usually use on females, it may be less intense for you." The bull said in a low voice.

"No, thats ok. I'm tougher then you think." Jackson replied, cursing that the scented oil was as he recalled a rather effeminate lavender, and now he wasn't going to ask for anything girly after the bulls last comment.

"Ok, very well. But even my toughest patients have limits, so tell me when you can't handle it anymore. So let's have you start with a strong deep breath, In through the nose, then hold." The bull said as his fingers massaged the Jacksons scalp.

'Oh, god-damn-it.' Jackson thought angrily as he complied. Breathing in the bulls scent right from his crotch that was mere inches from his face.

"Ok now out through the mouth." The bull said as he completed that breathing exercise with him. "Very good, how is the pressure I'm using?"

"Good." Jackson replied honestly. So far the massage part was good, great even.

"Ok lets take another deep breath..."

'Damn it. ' he thought as he followed the instruction, and took a deep breath of bull musk right from the source. It was doubly humiliating because he could clearly see the bulls bulge right there when he opened his eyes. With his face so close to the bull-parts he could tell this guy was huge... his balls were probably softball size. He shuttered at the thought of seeing any of it, and worse the thought of that monster cock "bottoming out" his ex-girlfriend.

"Are you ok? You really tensed up there." The bull said in a concerned voice.

"Yep, just wondering when you can get to my back?" Jackson tryed to reply without any extra bite

"Ah, good, and your eager too! Don't worry, I'm swapping to that now." He said standing, his bulge rubbing the side of the face cradle as he stood.

The bull masseuse applied massage oil to his upper back and started working, huge powerful hands forced the knots out of his back, after the initial rough start this was turning in to a really good massage for him. The bull manipulated and stretched Jackson's arms in different positions, stretching muscles and tissues, both for the befit of the stretch, and altering the muscles some, granting the massage-bull better access to underlying tissues.

"Your lower back is very tight." The bull said as he started prodding and massaged there, Jackson was initially worried, but the bulls first touches to his glutes were through the sheet, as was fairly normal for most massages. But his relief was short lived, the bull pulled the top of the sheet back over his back, but then lifted the bottom half of it, folding in half, with the crease running across his ass, leaving his legs exposed, but also the bottom of his ass, and probably his balls showing. Usually masseuses were careful to expose only a tiny bit, only what was needed. The sheet was supposed to be there to protect his privacy and decency. The bulls next touch made him gasp, a firm grip on his lower calf, he didn't realize how tender it was...he proceeded to have the most powerful and effective leg massage he ever had.

"Ok now for your thighs and glutes, I will be tying that in to the work I've already done on your lower back."

Jackson was worried, but so far the bull just continued his firm and no-nonsense massage. Each new touch made him flinch some, but he then relaxed in to it as he became comfortable with it.

Then the bull flipped the sheet up more, fully exposing his ass, and a firm hand grabbed his as cheek, squeezing the muscle there in.

Jackson yelped and flinched. The bulls huge thumb was between his cheeks and brushed his anal ring as it grasped his cheek.

"Shh, calm yourself down." The bull chided him as his fingers from his other hand pressed firmly in to his tender cheek, massaging the muscle and joint.

"Your still very tense. Hmm, human males often harbor a lot of fear, and consequently tension surrounding their sexuality." The bull said as he applied more oil to his hands.

"Well, were probably out of time..." Jackson started to make an excuse to cut the sesion short, but it was too late.

A powerful oiled hand reached between his legs an under him, grasping his cock.

"Gah! The hell, don't do that!" Jackson said, but was unable to move with a bull gripping him by his cock.

"See how much stress and tension you have here? Fear too." He bull said as he started to stroke the limp member, tugging it down between his thighs, pulling it towards the foot of the table.

"No! Stop, I'm... I'm not gay!" He said shakily

"I didn't say you were. Just that its obvious your sexual tensions are affecting you." He replied as he continued to tug Jackson's soft shaft.

Jackson was in a difficult position, face down, the bull leaning over him, one hand gripping his cock, the other pressing down on his lower back, pinning him. Jackson pressed his arms down in to the table, but it didn't accomplish anything against the bulls strength and determination.

Jackson was still soft, but he gasped from the tugging the bull was giving him.

"See, this is exemplary of human-male fear of male-male sexuality...and that fear is manifesting in your body as not just mental, but physical tension and stress. Fearful Men tend to have a focal point of stress that never gets relived, it centers in the muscles of the anal ring." He said as a single huge finger reached between his cheeks, and caressed his ring, and Jackson gasped first in shock, then overstimulation. He had never been touched there before.

As the finger circled the tender quivering opening, it spread a thick trail of oil all over it.

"And the best way to release those tensions are through massage" the bull said as he stroked with one hand and his finger circled the virgin opening.

"Please, no!" Jackson begged as he squirmed in the grip of the powerful bull.

"Shh, relax." The bull said as his single finger pressed and entered. Jackson cried out ending in a soft sob. The bull's finger was easily larger then an average mans erect penis in both girth and length, the violation devastated Jackson.

"-Besides, relaxation of your tensions allow you to have better erections, and better sex." He said as he continued, his one hand tugging the mans soft penis, his finger settling in to a thrusting motion, opening Jackson up. "So when your ready just relax and let me show you." The bull now whispered in his ear. As the human started to surrender, but was still wiggling, squirming, groaning, and crying out softly occasionally.

Slowly it happened, as he lay still and ceased to offer resistance to the finger invading him, he started to get hard. Jackson was confused by it, but as he hardened, the bulls tugging became stroking and ... felt good. The finger started to curl some, touching his prostate, giving him a new sensation he never felt before.

He didn't realize it but at some point he started pushing into and pulling from the bulls tugging hand. He was moaning in pleasure and participating in his own violation. As he got close he pressed up with his arms, back arching, throwing his hips forward as the bovine finger pounded his ass. His ring clenched tightly as he neared, he cried out loud, and orgasmed. The finger continued to thrust, forcing through his clenched ring and pummeling his tender prostate. Then he had the most powerful orgasm of his life. As he pulsed cum on to the table between his thighs, Jackson's vision went dark, stars filled his eyes, and he blacked out, dropping face down, exhausted.

Later

When he awoke, he was laying on his back, covered in a sheet, and he felt hazy. Sitting up slowly he saw the bull standing to the side watching him.

"How do you feel?" The bull asked

"I... I don't know." He replied starting to feel nervous he remembered the ending of his massage.

His butt hurt, and something felt off under the sheet, and he lifted it to look at his cock.

"What is-?" He started.

The bull pulled the sheet away from him.

"That is a steel chastity cage. It prevents you from stimulating your penis." The bull said mater of factly.

Jackson tried to grab it, take it off, but it was stuck.

"Its locked on to you, and I have the key" the bull said casualy as hetouched the steel bead necklace around his neck, with a small key dangling from it between his pecs.

"Don't worry, I scheduled you for another massage next Friday at 6 pm. Till then you will need to follow the cleaning instructions i put with your clothes." He said taking the sheets and towels, then leaving the room, he didn't bother to close the door.

He re entered after a moment, waving Jackson off the table, and started to pull the last of sheets off for the laundry. "I already charged your card for the services, So you are free to dress and leave." He said as he left the room with the laundry.

Naked, cupping his steel cased cock, he turned to the cabinet with his clothes, and found first a sheet of paper titled 'hygiene and cleaning instructions.'

He put it aside and looked for his briefs, but couldn't find them, instead he found a small pink square of cloth, and unfolding them they were panties. Girls panties. He was about to toss them but he felt a presence, and turning, the bull was in the door.

"Your still here...oh, yes. Those are my gift to you - you better wear them." He stood arms crossed watching. After a few seconds of in action the bull commanded:"Now."

Jackson hesitantly pulled them on, noticing a black outline of a heart on the butt of the panties. He burned crimson with humiliation.

The bull walked in, slapped his ass firmly. "Good girl. I'll see you Friday. You best be wearing those for me." He said as he turned and left the room again."Good night" he called as he disappearing down the hall.

Jackson quickly dressed ignoring the discomfort of the metal around his junk, and the pink underwear, he just wanted to get out of there, he could figure out what to do when he got home.