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Day 24 - Spa

"Paw Reflexology"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Policho

"How long have I been doing this?"

The files stacking on both sides of the desk, the frequent phone calls, the sound of dozens of keyboards being used at the same time, the angry screams of a hyena who had little interest in treating others with respect; that was the daily bread for the sky blue dragon who had lost his wings a long time ago, and for whom the white shirt and black trousers had become a second skin in the monotonous lifestyle that was being another office worker in a big, soulless corporation that could replace him with the snap of a finger the moment he stopped being needed, an instant that could either take minutes or years.

"Why am I doing this to myself?"

It didn't matter when was the time he made the question. He asked himself that every day. While working, on his coffee break, in the bathroom; every moment was a good moment to question the cruelty with which he had treated himself by taking what he promised was a temporary job until he had enough money to focus on what he really wanted. But the salary and benefits tempted him like the red apple, and before he realized it, that job had become his life.

"Why can't I resign?"

It was a daily torture. The routine and stress were eating his sanity. The weekends and love from friends and family were no longer enough to save him.

Policho was a step away from giving up his dreams and settling for the least, just what the people on top expected from him.

"Why do I even try...?"

Then, one day, it appeared before his eyes. A little pamphlet announcing a new spa in town, with a picture of a lion floating on a pool for of red and pink petals. His shaky hand held from it like a castaway being rescued from an endless sea of despair. And from inside the pamphlet fell a ticket, the tiny piece of paper that snapped him out of his trance.

He looked up to meet with his savior, a red bear with a wide smile and blazing eyes like the sun. His name was Evo, one of his coworkers and for whom he had a bit of a crush, one he could've expressed if work hadn't drained all his hopes for a better life.

"What is this?" Policho asked.

"A friend went there last weekend and had been talking marvels about the place since then. Apparently, he won some coupons and gave me one," he shrugged and scratched his nape. "But I'm not really into letting strangers touch me while I'm naked."

"And you think I am?"

It was an innocent question made in a slightly playful tone, enough to put some blush on the bear's cheeks, who quickly backed away from the cubicle with both hands in the air.

"N-no! That's not what I meant! Just thought you might like it," he rushed to answer. The audible nervousness in his voice was adorable. Those little reactions from the big but shy bear were one of the few things that kept Policho sane. "I think I heard some days ago say something about your shoulders being stiff and thought you might like it."

"You remember that...?" It was something he said weeks ago, but it meant nothing; it seemed it meant for Evo.

"Fuck, I better get back to work. Boss's looking at me. Tell me how it went!"

And that was his cue to leave. Policho saw the pamphlet, then the piece of paper resting over his generic keyboard. Like the Golden Ticket giving him entrance to Wonka's Chocolate Factory, the coupon gave the dragon a bit of hope to make it through the rest of the day. It was worth more knowing it came from the bear he liked.

That Saturday morning he had a light breakfast, then went to the address written on the pamphlet. The place was no different from any other spa he had seen on TV. He expected something different for some reason; probably because the coupon came from Evo. In reality, there was nothing special, and Policho felt dumb for thinking otherwise.

"It's just a massage," he said to himself while taking off his clothes to put on the white robe.

After showing off his coupon at reception, they told him where to go, so the dragon didn't lose any more of his precious time. At least he went at a good time and found the place almost empty, except for a couple at the jacuzzi and some more bathing in the morning sun.

Policho followed the hallway while listening to the click click click of his claws over the white tiles. It was supposed to be one of the rooms to his right, as they all had a signal that said "Massage Cabin" followed by a number. They told him to get inside the first one he found open; they were all closed, and he was reaching the end of the hallway.

Was it some kind of mistake? No. His nose soon perceived a subtle smell of something he couldn't identify. The smell was coming from the last room, "Massage Cabin 10", whose door was open. Inside he found a simple room with wooden boards on the walls, ground, and ceiling. Opposite the entrance was a mirror covering most of the wall, and on the left side an old sauna stove with stones on top of it. Several aromatic candles on the sides not only kept the room lit but also emitted that sweet essence Policho perceived seconds ago.

What really surprised the dragon was the person waiting for him.

Sitting on his tail was a tall kangaroo of skin as blue as the sky and an athletic body with a bit of muscle to show off. He threw a look at Policho before using his tail as a spring to jump closer, almost losing the towel wrapped around his hips in the process. The yellow hair in the middle of his long ears remained firm and rebel before the moisture in the air that had already left his body shimmering with sweat.

"So you're the one we're waiting for!" The roo mentioned, offering Policho a handshake.

"We...?"

The dragon didn't know how to react. He held the roo's hand, stunned not just by his cheerful and vivacious personality, visible in his cheerful smile and enthusiastic handshake, but also by the size of, well, his lower half. His thighs were thick enough to crush a watermelon, and he could get rid of the towel and it wouldn't make a difference, for the bulge was leaving nothing to imagination.

Policho tried not to look for too long, or at least be discrete about it, but the girth wasn't helping, and much to his dismay, the roo noticed.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to seeing bigger things;" he mentioned casually.

The call-out triggered an immediate feeling of embarrassment in Policho, causing his cheeks to flush with heat. It was the cheeky smile from the roo that calmed him; that, and what he finally identified as vanilla scent in the air.

"I assume it's your first time in a place like this. A lot of people felt uncomfortable with nudity, and that made them react weirdly," he started to explain while moving to the back of the room. He opened a hidden compartment next to the mirror, from which he pulled out a red thong. As he put it on, with his thick tail wagging slowly before the dragon, he continued. "You get used to it. There's nothing to be embarrassed."

The thong was of no help, and only made more notorious the size of his cock. Policho was left surprised the cloth hadn't snapped already!

"Why don't you hop in?" The roo said with a hand over the bed.

With both hands on his crotch to cover up his bulge, Policho followed the instruction and laid face down on the bed, with his cock pointing upwards and hidden between the bed and his belly; that way the roo wouldn't notice his erection.

"I remember when I started working here. Hadn't seen so many junks together since high school. Not exactly what I expected for my first day."

The mirror offered him a good view of what the roo was doing. He saw him open a small bottle and smear a liquid on his hands. Through the vanilla scent came too a strawberry one, and the mix of both got a sigh out of Policho, whose smile grew a little.

"It's a good thing I got used quickly. I told myself to focus on what was important, and that was my job. I've always been good at massages."

The roo started with his paws. The coat of oil he smeared before helped his fingers move smoothly over the beans hurt after days of not giving him the proper care.

"If you ask me, I believe the most important part of the body is the paws. The pillars that hold us up during the day and take us wherever we want to be. It shouldn't surprise you that our paws are very related to each part of the rest of our bodies; the right treatment can relieve you from the discomfort felt during the day."

"Don't take it wrong, but I don't believe in paw reflexology," Policho replied.

"No offense taken. I don't need you to believe in my knowledge for it to work. As long as you stay relaxed, that's all I ask you for."

"That's... god, that's easy."

Policho grunted. The dragon felt a mix of relief and discomfort as the roo's thick fingers moved in circles over his beans, which held his entire weight. First the left paw, then the right one. The oil helped with the process, but the rough skin had been left unattended for so long that it felt as if the roo was rubbing a stone.

However, Policho did what he asked and relaxed, pressing his face against the pillow. The massage and the mix of vanilla and strawberry scent became the buoy from which he held in the middle of the ocean that was his stress. With each move from his skilled fingers, the beans began to lose a bit, and the oil turned the stone into a soft and malleable dough; the substance reacted to the friction, warming up a bit.

Minutes later, he heard heavy steps approaching, followed by a closed door.

"My assistant is here. Please, do not get scared by his size. He's as gentle as I am."

Curiosity led him to look up after the newcomer was already standing before him. The candles offered just enough light for Policho to see the massive bulge inches away from his face, one that belonged to the giant behemoth that was the roo's assistant. Purple skin and massive muscles, and a trail of brown hair that started at his crotch and ended on his chest. Pierced nipples and juicy pecs, but the details of his face were hidden, as he was taller than the roo and Policho couldn't look any further without getting up from the bed.

And he was about to do so if it wasn't for the big hands that pinned him down.

"I told you to relax, silly," the roo repeated, his massage still as good, if not better, than before.

The behemoth's fingers were even bigger, but just like the roo said, his touch was as gentle as his, and Policho shivered when he put his skills on display, kneading skin and muscle with the expertise and delicacy of an angel.

The musk came right after. A dim scent of sweat and precum came from the behemoth's bulge. Policho had no chance to ignore it, not with him standing so close to his face, and his hands holding him down. He left him with no other choice but to drown in the delicious smell, one that was getting stronger by the second. How good it was, as good as the massage both males were offering him.

"Yes, well done. Relax. Forget about everything. You come here to rest and heal your wounded body. And we will take care of you. Just take a deep breath and relax."

And Policho obeyed. He had no choice but to breathe his musk. It tingled in his nose and sent shivers down his spine. The behemoth's size and presence threatened him a bit, but his massive hands were squishing that fear through his gentle and lovely touch.

They said nothing else after that. There was no need. He came for a massage and that's what they delivered. Their skilled hands released the stress accumulated in his muscles, relieving the dragon from that burden he carried for so long.

The roo treated his paws with love and devotion, moving between the beans and the soles, from the left paw to the right one. His fingers drew circles, pulled the skin with care, and pressed softly on the sensitive spots. And his nose at some points rested over the soft beans; the dragon giggled at its wetness and the daring licks the roo threw at them. The smell seemed to be enjoyable to him, as more than once he held his paw with both hands and took a whiff of it.

The behemoth, on the other hand, worked on his shoulders and back with the perfect balance between care and roughness; he massaged and pressed with both palms according to the muscle he needed to relieve. It hurt Policho at some points, but it was a kind of pain the dragon enjoyed; he felt the care in the rough pushes, and his grunts turned into sighs of relief when he felt the muscle more relaxed.

It was as if they were taking years from his body, his miraculous touch bringing back the life and energy he lost time ago. And as the massage continued, drowned in the vanilla-and-strawberry-scented candles and the musk from the behemoth's bulge, the dragon began his walk over the thin rope dividing staying conscious and falling asleep. And his entire body felt lighter than ever, resting over a bed made of feathers. His fear and shame succumbed to absolute relaxation.

The behemoth poured some water over the hot stones, and steam filled the enclosed room. Aromatic oil fell over his legs and back, and the duo continued the massage while his consciousness was carried away in the arms of those muscular angels. He heard the roo's voice, yet he couldn't understand what he said. But it didn't matter. His soft and relaxing voice was all he wanted to hear.

More water over the stones caused more steam to fill the room, and soon Policho could no longer see what was before his eyes; that was until the behemoth moved closer. His bulge lay an inch away from his face. How embarrassing was that, yet the dragon didn't care. The more those magical hands rubbed and pressed his body, the less he cared about the world outside that wonderful nirvana.

So he put aside his shame and reached for the stud, who gladly pushed and rubbed his bulge against Policho's face, giving him a direct taste of the intense and masculine musk coming from his sweaty balls.

The roo kept talking. Policho caught some loose words from his speech. Relax. Submit. Enjoy the moment. Be one with me. None of those words meant anything, but he was happy to follow his command. The roo was in charge. He knew what was best for him.

So when he left his paws and climbed on the bed, massaging his legs and moving up his ass, Policho said nothing. Trapped as he was in the behemoth's bulge, he couldn't think of anything else. He let the roo climb upon him until the fat cock hidden under the red thong found its resting place between the dragon's buttocks. His hands held the tail up, and the oil made it easier for the roo to rub his bulge in a messy and noisy way.

Relax. Sleep. Give up. He kept saying those words, words that meant nothing, and still reached the deepness of his mind. Like red hot iron marking a feral cow, the concept of obedience and submission got engraved in his mind under the burning lust consuming the three males. Soon, Policho stopped listening to the roo's voice, his moans becoming louder and louder as the two studs delighted him with their throbbing bulges.

And not for a single instant they stopped the massage. The fingers continued moving in circles, speaking words no one but Policho's brain could listen to. The muscles relaxed, and the dragon embraced more and more the unquestionable loyalty the roo demanded. He alone began to move his hips at the pace set by his Master, rubbing his cock against the bed in the process.

The stress turned into joy. Despair transformed into hope. The invisible shackles set on by his job fell apart, replaced by the tender touch of the male to whom he was willingly submitting. And the pleasure, the sweet, sweet pleasure they made him experience left in shame all the previous experiences he had shared with other males; where they only offered a fleeting instant of joy, the roo and the behemoth, with nothing but their touch, had created a paradise inside that little, steamy room.

He wanted more of that. He craved more of that! He rejected the life he had before, ready to follow and obey the roo if he would rewarded with more of that pleasure, as brief as it could be. He licked the behemoth's bulge while humping the bed and begging for the roo's cock to snap the thong and jump free. He wanted to feel him inside and get his seed to mark him as his own when the roo had already put his mark inside the dragon's mind.

How good it felt. How glorious it was. Policho had never been so happy before! It never crossed his mind sex could be so intense without penetration. And it was a pleasure so unbearable it sent him into a pool of eagerness and desperation that was consuming the little sanity he had left. It was intense and he wanted more of it!

"Would you be mine, pup?" The roo asked to his ear.

"YES! YES!" Policho answered without thinking.

"Then cum for me, little pup."

And he was happy to obey. As if his words were a switch inside his head, the dragon reached his climax and covered the bed and his belly with his seed. The roo pulled gently from his golden mane so Policho could delight them and everyone outside the room with the chant that was his moans of joy and pleasure. A climax so intense it almost turned into torture, that's what the dragon experienced. The glory of an orgasm none other male had ever experienced before. His body squirmed, tears rolled down his cheeks, and his mind finally succumbed to the roo's control, who had put around his neck an invisible collar to claim ownership over him.

And Policho gladly offered him the leash.

The next day he resigned from his job, and for the following weeks no one heard about him. That was until the day the red bear named Evo found him waiting outside the office. Attired in summer clothes, the dragon leaned his head as a greeting the moment his friend approached.

"Poli! How have you been? What happened?" The bear asked in a hurry, eager to know what his friend had to say.

Policho only sighed, and with his shoulders down, offered the bear a shy smile.

"Oh, a lot happened. I'm not sure where to begin. But let's say I got a job at that spa you suggested. It seems I'm good at giving massages."

"Well, ahm," what to say? Evo thought, clapping and rubbing his hands together in search of a good suggestion. "What about a coffee? We can talk about that over a coffee."

"Oh, I would love to, but I need to get back. I just came to give you this."

The dragon offered him the same pamphlet Evo gave him a month ago. Inside was the same coupon offering a free massage.

"Wow, thanks," he replied, puzzled at the gift.

"I would love you to go. It is truly an experience. And we can talk there about it if you want."

Evo shrugged, and put the pamphlet inside his pocket.

"Thanks, but remember what I said, I don't like strangers touching me."

"Oh! But I'm not a stranger, am I?"

His question took him by surprise, and the already red cheeks got redder. With a nervous laugh, he answered before his mouth could utter a word.

"W-well, that's... ahm, if you put it like that," he kept giggling, unable to ignore the cheerful look in Policho's green eyes. "Y-yes, I think I can go, if you're the one who's gonna give it to me."

To test how comfortable he felt, Policho put a hand on him, not on his shoulder, but on his cheek, and gave him a soft caress, the kind that melted anyone's heart.

"I promise you, you'll be in good hands."