Sunset Strokes
#3 of Sweet Release
Saul can't deny his bisexual urges any longer, but is this rub n' tug what it seems?
Sitting in his car outside the shady spa, Saul drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, mulling over his choices. Sunset Strokes was said to be one of the better establishments in the city, and Saul had heard that they cater to gay clientele, hiring nothing but men and allowing 'happy endings.'
Of course, it wasn't Sunset Strokes that was the problem. It was Saul himself. He was single, bicurious, couldn't stop looking at cocks online, and wasn't ugly if the countless numbers he received from a gay bar he visited last week were any indicator(not that he followed through on any of them). His problem, no doubt common among men in his situation, was that he was chicken-shit. Following through with his lustful desires terrified him, even though it gave him a raging boner. It wasn't so much the mechanics as the thought that he might be gay. What if this desire tying his stomach into knots was more than attraction to men? What if he'd find out that his entire life, all his girlfriends, failed relationships, high school sweethearts, fuck, even his kid, several states away, was all a lie he told himself to keep the dreaded gayness at bay? He didn't think he could handle starting over.
As Saul shook his head, reaching for the keys that dangled from his ignition and preparing to leave without answering his body's burning question, a knock at his window distracted him from his self-hatred. Turning his head, he quickly clamped his thighs shut to hide his manhood, though the grey basketball shorts couldn't hide the precum stains at the tip of his bulge, and no matter how he tucked his dick, it kept escaping his thighs to poke upward. "H-Hello. Sorry, I was about to leave." He stammered as he turned to the newcomer, hoping the interior of his car was dark enough to hide his crotch.
"Well, that's a shame." A heartthrob answered, leaning against the window frame and giving Saul an eyeful of his pecs and abs through his loose-fitting v-neck. Long, shaggy blonde hair like a surfer's mop blew with the breeze, and violet eyes stared at him from beneath the soft curls, brimming with confidence. "I was about to offer you a discount, cutie. Are you looking to get your dick wet? Or perhaps you're looking to be ridden?"
Saul's heart stopped, and his cock broke free of his clamped thighs once more, surging upward as if demanding whatever this man wanted to do to it. He thought about denying it, but those lips, inches from his, were hypnotic, and all he could do was run his hand through his short, black hair, breaking eye contact as those pretty purple irises threatened to make him cum from sheer anticipation. "I was thinking about it. Should you be soliciting out here? I could be a cop." He attempted a joke but instantly regretted it. What if he scared the hot masseuse away?
Of course, Saul wasn't blind. He knew his body was attractive because years of going to the gym to "masculine himself up" had forced him to harden his muscles. All that had done was give him something else to fuel his guilt when Saul noticed that women found him attractive, but his musculature turned him on far more. It was impossible to tell himself he was straight when he couldn't shower without groping himself and masturbating.
"Cops wear underwear when they come to a sting and don't look like they're about to stroke themselves off in the parking lot." The mysterious stranger cooed, reaching into the car, and tilting Saul's chin with soft fingers, scratching well-manicured nails through his scruffy beard. "So... What's it going to be? Will you come inside, or should I find someone else? I've got an open slot for someone cute before my next appointment. One of my regulars canceled."
Fuck, even that innuendo sent a thrill through Saul's body. Worries forgotten, he reached out in a trance, popping his car door and ducking his head to join the muscular hunk in the parking lot. "Y-You said you'd give me a discount? For what?" He murmured, tripping over his words and trying not to show how dry his throat was. Deep down, he knew that the blonde's words were likely an act, but still, it felt nice to flirt for once without worrying about what people would think.
"Why am I giving you the discount? Or what does the discount cover? Either way- Everything." Soft pink lips whispered the last word in Saul's ear as the stranger slipped an arm around his waist, leading him toward the front door and rolling teasing fingertips along the space above Saul's steel-hard cock, earning a wet buck from his denied cock as those tanned fingers refused to touch him. Fuck, his touch was magical. If he was half as good in bed as he was with his fingers, it was no wonder he had regulars. "I'm going to keep going until you're cumming dust. You look like you're pent up."
The blonde had Saul in the palm of his hand, almost literally. All his self-hating thoughts disappeared in the man's touch, and Saul felt like a teenager with his first girlfriend again. Boners and butterflies. Maybe giving in to his lusty nature wouldn't be so bad if it was with this hunk!
"This way." The blonde held out a hand as he opened the door to a quiet room filled with a woody scent that Saul couldn't quite place. A thin smoke filled the air, and a candle burning in the corner cast a golden light across the massage table and various crystals. To the naked eye, it resembled a stereotypical massage parlor, but the stains on the carpet told a different story. That drip pattern wasn't from a bottle of oil. Maybe light grey wasn't a good color to hide cum stains.
"Is there a certain-" Cut off by a pair of lips and roaming hands, Saul struggled weakly, then relaxed back against the wall, his tongue meekly rolling against the invading stranger's appendage. The jingle of his pants unbuttoning mingled with the gentle moans vibrating from his occupied throat, and he whimpered as his cock sprang free, immediately meeting a stroking hand. By now, he was leaking so much that the masseuse's capable hands glided along his length, adding a slippery noise to Saul's overwhelmed huffs.
"Quiet. Relax, and let me take care of you." The blonde man murmured as he broke the kiss, tugging Saul's shirt over his head and deftly coaxing a pearl of arousal from Saul's above-average length, swirling his thumb over the head to spread the slippery goo over it. Before the helpless man could protest, he was fully naked, under the muscular masseuse's total control, and so turned on that he felt like he could cum right then.
"That's it. Good boy. Mas is here." Stilling his hand, the talented masseuse gently teased Saul's throbbing cock, rolling the foreskin until he was sure he'd cum, then releasing his pulsing shaft, letting it flop, defeated. "On the table. If you want to get in my pants, you get a massage first. Store policy." Saul's companion said with what he swore was a growl in his tone. "Plus, I want to see what you look like covered in oil." He added, clicking his tongue as Saul didn't follow his orders fast enough. Was that a hint of dominance in his voice? Why was that exciting?
Mas. Somehow, it was a fitting name for someone so over the top. But fuck, his slutty veneer was working on Saul. Meekly, as the man's confidence hypnotized him into behaving, he maneuvered himself onto the table, wincing as he adjusted his rockhard erection to mash against his stomach. He didn't know what to expect from an erotic massage, but if it was anything like the handjob he experienced, Saul would probably never want to leave!
"Good boy," Mas murmured as the telltale click of his talented fingers opening some bottle echoed through the silent space. A warm slippery sensation soon followed, starting at Saul's shoulders. Tingling finger strokes rolled over his taut muscles, massaging them into twitching, melted relaxation. Saul could swear he felt electricity pouring from that touch, spreading from each motion and radiating to his curling toes. It felt like he was dough being rolled out and melting into a warm table. "You're so tense. I hope that isn't because of me. It's so much better when you loosen up." Mas murmured, his fingers digging deep into muscles and loosening them with slow care.
Mas soon made it clear what he meant as soft skin straddled Saul's back, pressing the imprint of a massive member against his spine and revealing a surprisingly quick wardrobe change. Still, those fingers continued their slow circles, working lower as his looming cock followed suit until Mas's fingers teased at the swell of Saul's ass, not quite touching his cheeks. "So, what's your name, cutie?" He asked as he melted Saul's muscles, his cock jumping each time his fingers rolled over the base of the former athlete's cheeks as though demanding he spread them and sheath himself.
"S-Saul." Saul moaned, his words punctuated by the pleasure of the masseuse's touch. "I-I don't normally- I mean, I'm not-" He tried to find the words to protest being gay, but his body's demands told a different story. Even if Saul denied it, the urge to lift his ass and see what that fat cock could do was impossible to deny. He'd never even imagined using his rear entrance, but he felt like a whore, ready to sit on whatever the masseuse offered. Was being a 'bottom' worse than just being gay? Did he care?
"Yeah, yeah. I get a lot of that." Mas's tone took on a taunting hue that excited Saul as he mimicked past clients. "I don't usually do this. I have a wife and kids. I'm not gay; I just haven't cum in a long time. Well, you know what I think?" He punctuated his mocking words by spreading Saul's ass cheeks and flopping that shaft between them, squirting a generous oil coating to slide it against his hole, letting him feel the oppressive, throbbing heat. "I think that you're a bitch in heat. I don't think it matters what excuse you spout when your body is this desperate for dick. What DOES matter is that you're going to get fucked."
Saul tried to protest, but the slow grind of Mas's cock eroded his excuses, sending a surge of hardness to his trapped cock and nearly making him cum on the spot. Would it be so bad to try it? Mas was right there, and that shaft was already lubed and ready to go. He had to stop if Saul didn't like it, or else he wouldn't be in business. His sudden surge of dominant behavior had to be an act to bring Saul out of his shell. Clenching his ass, Saul stayed silent, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"That's what I thought. You're all the same." Prodding against Saul's undefended hole, Mas showed off his shaft's size, slapping Saul's ass and drawing a pitiful moan from the overstimulated, oiled-up man. "I'll fuck you until you forget the word 'pussy.' Enjoy your new lease on life."
With those final cocky words, Mas stabbed his cock inward, splitting Saul's virgin hole open, aided by oily slickness. Gripping Saul's hips, he gave him no room to squirm away, sheathing himself to the root and slapping his balls against the confused man's, his fingernails digging into bare skin. Far from gentle, he bullied Saul open, his fat cock slamming to the root with every wet noise.
It hurt. Sault couldn't deny that his ass ached like it was being split open by a colossal metal pole, but this sudden change in demeanor was too hot for him to protest. He never knew that he wanted to be fucked hard, but his body knew what to do, and his ass welcomed every thrust with a milking clench, letting him feel every inch of that blunted cock's ramming pace. Fuck, did it always feel this good? And why wasn't it worrying that outside of his fingertips and his inner muscles, he couldn't move? Fervently, he wished he'd explored his ass before, digging his fingers into the padding beneath him as he lost himself in the sensation.
"Rrghh. Good bitch. Fuck. It's been a long time since I've had an anal virgin. So much better when I don't have to broker a deal." Mas said, his voice deepening and his thrusts taking on a sharper rhythm. His cock seemed thicker by the second, dragging overstimulated moans from the man beneath him. Was he getting harder? And what was that about a deal?
Wait. Something was wrong. Saul could feel the brush of hair against his bare ass, whereas, before, the blonde man above him had a shaved crotch. The sensation of his cock's growth couldn't be written off as anything else, either, as a bulb of flesh spread him open, popping in and out of his hole until, with a titanic thrust, it sheathed itself in him with a wet pop, stilling his squirming and sending intense tingles through his body. Panicked, he tried to speak, but his mouth wouldn't move, his eyes flicking from side to side as he tried to turn his head from its cradle in the padded seat.
"Feel that, bitch?" Mas's voice, unmistakable but WRONG, with a feral tone and a deeper, masculine sound, whispered in the paralyzed man's ear as a gooey splash painted his inner walls, filling him with heat that spread through his body as though his entire being were filling up. "That's my knot. I bet you weren't expecting that when you presented this grade-A ass. They never do."
Knot? Saul's sinking suspicions were confirmed as his ass clenched around that fat bulb of flesh, his cock throbbing as that drooling shaft throbbed hard enough to smash his prostate, spraying more of its gooey approval into his ass. There was no doubt. Whatever was straddling him was not a surfer-esque man. It wasn't even human. Saul's heart beat a mile a minute as he tried to determine what was happening. Had Mas drugged him? It couldn't be real. He had to be tripping as he was fucked. Maybe that massage oil was laced with something hallucinogenic?
"Speechless? Poor thing." Mas taunted Saul, gripping his hair and dragging him back to kneel, limp and unmoving, against a furry, heated chest, trailing a long tongue along his exposed neck and giving him a glimpse of something vulpine and monstrous. "Don't worry, pet. You won't remember any of this. You'll just think you had a long session with a hunk and limp out of here covered in cum with a chunk of your soul missing."
His soul? Saul swallowed in fear, worried about the implications of something so vicious sounding. Was this beast going to eat him? Judging by the bulging muscle against his limp body, it could have torn him apart if it wanted to. Fuck, why was his cock still so hard, bouncing as he tried desperately to move his body? It was like he was pissing precum.
"There's no reason you shouldn't enjoy this, cutie." Mas's bestial voice murmured in Saul's ear as brown-furred fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking more of his arousal to coat the faux leather padding below him in thick ropes. "I've grown softer in my old age. With a glut of hungry bodies to defile, I can take my time and enjoy myself." Digging sharp teeth into Saul's shoulder, the beastly creature tasted his skin with long swipes of his tongue, tracing muscles and threatening to break through. Before he bit down, he stopped, though, pulling back and nipping at Saul's ear. "Though I must admit, this is the first fresh young thing I've been able to devour in such a long time. Perhaps I should give Morgan a brother."
Saul could barely hear his assailant's words, focusing on the needy schlick of his cock through stroking fingers and lolling limply against Mas's slow thrusts. Fuck. Why couldn't he cum? He was so close that he felt like he was orgasming, but there was no relief, only a further build. If he was going to be stuck here, impaled on a monster's dick, the least he could do was find some way to enjoy himself.
As if he could read the human's mind, the vulpine creature chuckled, trailing his fingers up Saul's abs as the pressure inside his cum-coated innards increased, then released with a slurping pop, freeing the monster's cock from his ruined ass. "I recognize that expression. You feel like you're about to pop but can't quite get there. It feels so good that you feel like you'll pass out."
Mas murmured in Saul's ear as he wiped his cock across the human's ass, smearing his cum over the bare skin and eliciting a shiver. "That's your body's attempt to save you. It knows what's coming. Such a sweet little defense mechanism to keep your soul intact. It never works." Slowly, he moved off the massage table, supporting Saul's limp body as a steady stream of gooey monster cum drooled from the human's freshly deflowered ass. As he padded into view, his transformed body sent a chill up Saul's spine, though, at this point, nothing could dull his erection, and oddly, he found what he saw hot.
Rather than the blonde surfer model that Saul willingly exposed himself for, Mas was now a giant fox with a throbbing pointed cock and a prominent ass below a bouquet of flicking vulpine tails too numerous to count. His muscles had become bulging, bodybuilder-esque, and furry while his violet eyes glowed like a demon's, filled with gleeful contempt. Leaning in and bringing that drool-dripping muzzle closer, he trailed his tongue over Saul's chest, then gagged the captive human on his tongue, forcing Saul to close his eyes as the slippery appendage explored his throat, wrenching a soft gag from him.
Once the kiss broke, Saul coughed, feeling drool drip down his chin and roll over his chest, then down to his sensitive shaft. The kiss was vile and humiliating, so why was he so into it? Every swipe of that vulpine tongue against the back of his throat only made him harder. Fuck, he wanted to cum all over that tongue.
"Now for the main event." Mas cooed as he shoved Saul backward, leaving the limp human on his back with his cock sticking straight up and a hastily placed towel to prop his lolling head, giving him a view of his supernaturally drippy cock as that vulpine muzzle inched toward it. His tongue unfolded like a prehensile piece of wet silk, wrapping around Saul's member and drawing a moan from his slack jaw as it cleaned away the steadily drooling goo. It was wrong, but it felt so right to have that bestial muzzle slurping along his length, sucking down his leaking fluids.
Saul only lasted a few seconds between Masaru's lips once his teasing licks gave way to possibly the best blowjob the human would ever have in his life. Despite his misgivings, his cock heaved, sending the most intense release of his life bubbling from his balls, spraying across the hastily withdrawn muzzle and coating it with silvery, glowing strands rather than the off-white cum that he expected.
As Saul drifted between unconsciousness and afterglow, he felt that talented tongue cleaning his shaft, and a satisfied growl vibrated against the bucking head as that toothy maw took him to the root. Like a voracious predator, Mas milked his shaft with hard sucks, keeping him hard and wanting, and before long, his sensitivity obliterated the world, leaving him at Mas's mercy. As he blacked out, he wondered if he'd ever wake up.
Everything was so dim. Saul stared up at the grey cloth, yawning and blinking away sleep. What a strange dream. He must have drifted off during sex since he could still feel Mas's hand stroking his shaft, and the pit of his stomach rang with pleasure. Fuck, had he slept through Mas cumming inside him? Trust him to waste his first sexual encounter with a hunk on a fever-dream-infested nap. As if something as exaggerated as a fox demon with a huge cock and a lust for cum could exist.
Shifting slightly, Saul tried to grab the towel from his face, but his arms wouldn't move, tingling like they were waking up. His pulse quickened as his impotent struggles failed to move his body, and his stomach sank as the grey towel disappeared, replaced by the sight of a giant furry ass. It wasn't a dream. Fuck.
"Oh, relax. I'm not going to eat you. At least not all of you." Mas's demonic voice chuckled as his ass came to bear, moving close enough that Saul could feel the heat fogging between his cheeks and pouring off the puffy donut nestled there. Intensifying musk wrinkled his nose, but thankfully it remained just out of reach, not low enough to force his face into the reeking, animalistic masculinity. "You've been such a tasty morsel... I couldn't let you go without a second taste."
Somehow, trapped beneath that hovering ass, Saul didn't find Mas's words all that comforting. He tried everything he could to avoid that cloying stink, but it grew more powerful by the moment, and holding his breath only made it hit him that much more strongly. Eventually, Saul had to give in, breathing shallowly to keep his exposure to vulpine stench as low as possible. Still, though, the longer he sat there, the less it burned his eyes. Did he like this?
"That's it. Soak it in. Smells great, doesn't it?" The panting voice said from above as slick paw pads rolled over Saul's shaft, filling the air with a rhythmic schlicking slurp. "No one resists my hole for long. You're lucky. Normally I make boys beg for a sniff. You'll only have to beg for a taste." Bubbly cheeks clenched, threatening to swallow Saul's face, and that puffy hole clamped on nothing, its soft surface glistening with sweat. The longer he stared, the more he wanted to get a closer look, and he was on the verge of saying something when the room's door opened.
"Master Masaru." A voice murmured, filled with deference. Any hope of its owner saving Saul disappeared with the word 'master,' said in a light, unidentifiable Asian accent. "I'm sorry to interrupt your meal, but there's a situation. My client is not who he said he was. I believe he's in law enforcement."
"Cops get equal treatment here. Drain him and blank his memory. Don't tell me you've forgotten, my sweet Morgan." Masaru sat back, sandwiching Saul's face between his cheeks and pressing the human's nose against his surprisingly plush hole. Slamming Saul's head against the surprisingly sturdy massage table, he smeared his wobbly, pillowy cheeks over Saul's unresisting head, sealing him in a world of steamy musk.
"But master..." The voice's tone turned to a desperate whimper, interrupted by the unmistakable sounds of a tongue-heavy kiss. Teeth chomped together audibly, and Saul was sure that this 'Morgan' was another monster, though he was too busy opening his mouth to suck on Masaru's hole to do anything with that information. Fuck, it tasted even better than it was starting to smell. Salty and musky, with a hint of something smoky. He could die with his tongue in that welcoming ass, his nose pressed against a sweaty crack, and his tongue buried in a clenching hole.
"Master... He's a virgin. I can't touch him. Thankfully I scented it before I transformed. I'm not powerful enough to grant a wish. Perhaps you could take my place?" Muffled, his words drifted to Saul's ears around the fox creature's cheeks, his last words coming in clearly as Masaru's ass left his face, tearing his worshipping mouth away from that perfect ass.
"Fine. Keep my meal warm while I'm gone, will you?" Masaru murmured as Saul tried to squirm, robbed of the hole he was so desperately licking. His lolled head caught the sight of two fox creatures passing by each other, one dark brown and one silver before his face was once again occupied, though this time by something far more muscular and less plush, with a pink hole rather than the dusky, almost black one torn from him.
Masaru's companion was less forceful than he was. Saul could only stare at that clenching hole, craning his neck desperately to regain some of the euphoria he experienced when he tonguefucked Masaru's ass. That stink wasn't enough, wasn't as powerful as Masaru's, but his tongue tingled with the memory, and he couldn't help himself. He needed it.
Eventually, Morgan relaxed onto Saul's face, sealing him between muscular cheeks and silencing the human's pitiful whimpering. The slow rock of his hips and his drooling cock sawing between Saul's pecs provided a counterpoint to Masaru's demanding mash, but it wasn't the same. Saul lost himself, attempting to regain the full-body tingling feeling that Masaru's hole gave him, his cock protesting the change of partners and wagging like a perverted tail as it fountained its arousal, untouched.
Saul wasn't sure how long he sat there, sucking and kissing a pink hole until his lips were raw and numb, but Morgan became more animated by the minute, threatening to break his neck with rough shoves and clamping on his tongue. Greedy paws gathered his chest in a groping grip, using it to please a dripping canine cock, and he whimpered with every tweak of his nipples, his toes curling as he teetered on the edge of orgasm.
Seconds before Saul reached his crest, he heard the telltale creak of the door opening, and Masaru's voice returned. "Taken care of. Such a simple request. His only wish was to cum on my ass. Never seen someone so excited to see my transformation." Morgan's ass left Saul's face, aided by Masaru's paws, and Saul watched as the hard cock that coated his chest in animalistic precum bounced and throbbed in Masaru's fingers, further teased by the two beasts kissing just out of his reach. Was he jealous?
"You've been so obedient. Why don't you help me finish this one off?" Masaru murmured as he skillfully worked his companion, taking his place hovering over Saul and lifting his tails to reveal an ass covered in silvery streaks and still covered in Saul's saliva. "I want to watch you cum inside him while I drink him dry."
"Yes." Breathless and obedient, Morgan dragged Saul to the table's edge, stuffing himself into Saul's already ruined hole and stirring Masaru's cum, even as Saul's world disappeared into the messy space between Masaru's cum-streaked cheeks. When he jabbed inward, all Saul could do was groan, his mouth occupied by sawing hips and a puffy hole that demanded suckling at its silken glory.
Trapped between both rutting beasts, Saul lost track of time, his vision darkening, and his body used like a well-lubed fleshlight. He barely noticed when Masaru's ass left his face, kneeling above his helplessly flopping cock and swallowing it into depths so hot he was sure his cock would melt.
Growling and destroying feelings besides intense pleasure with their concerted efforts, the fox monsters worked Saul to the edge of oblivion, wrapped around each other like long-time lovers and giving Saul a show as Morgan's paws gripped Masaru's cheeks, spreading them. Neither of them was gentle, and by the time Saul's cock squirted deep into that umber-furred ass, he could barely feel his legs.
Morgan was not far behind, power-washing Saul's insides with enough cum that he was sure somehow he was pregnant. Overwhelmed by the squeezing grip of Masaru's insides and oversensitive from their extended session, he blacked out, his last memory the sound of twin vulpine tongues meeting in a sloppy kiss.
Hm? Saul blinked as his eyes turned away from the sunset. Where was he? He felt so relaxed, and every muscle was slightly sore. Who was holding him up? Looking around, he tried to think. The last thing he remembered was Mas's arm around his waist and a darkly lit room. Did he have THAT much fun?
The sticky sensation of something dripping down his legs brought everything back. He'd gotten a massage and then asked Mas to fuck him. The blonde man had sat on his face, fucked his ass, and invited his boyfriend in to double-team Saul. Fuck, was Saul that slutty? He could still remember the sensation of being sandwiched between the two.
"Back in the world of the living, huh~?" Mas's voice rang out, and Saul realized he was propping Saul up. "Mind your head- you'll need a moment to get your bearings before you drive home." He said with a chuckle as he helped Saul into his car, buckling his seatbelt and straddling his lap. With his hands on Saul's chest, blatantly groping his pecs, Mas leaned in, murmuring in his ear as a pert ass cradled Saul's awakening cock. "Come back any time, cutie. I'll give you the VIP treatment."
After a breathtaking kiss that silenced anything Saul could have said, the blonde hopped off his lap, leaving him to sit in his car and stare at the strip mall in front of him. Shielding his eyes against the setting sun, he basked in the scent of sweat, musk, and something he couldn't quite place. A blush colored his face as he remembered everything that happened, and Saul promised himself he'd return later. After all, there was something magnetic in those violet eyes. With his sexual confusion forgotten, he started his car, ignoring his reawakened cock's protests and letting it drip down his leg. Was tomorrow too soon?
(Major edit. Changed text color to black. Site defaulted to white because it's the first color shown, and because I do everything in dark mode, the error was not caught.)