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Androl & Story (c) Russet'12

Flinty (c) Flinty

Getting off the bus Flinty paused to swing his bag over his shoulders and look both ways along the road, there wss no footpath just thw grassy verge that dipped down to the forest on either side. The rumble or the bus pulling away was the loudest noise and the blue fox found himself just standing there watching it retreat into the distance, the foul wind of the exhaust giving way to the crisp scent of the pine wood thqt tugged at his coat and blonde hair. Turning away from the road he looked at the directions on the printed page clutched in his hand then checked the bus stop one last time. "This is the right stop so where..." frowning the fox followed the instructions and started walked down the road in the direction the bus had gone and after twenty yards the forest to his left opened up revealing a pair of brick post supporting a large cast iron gate. Stopping to stare at the gate Flinty frowned, shuffling his sneaker clad feet on the tarmac before approaching, muttering to himself as he reached for the bell chord built into one of the gate-posts. There was no sound, no indication the bell pull had done anything but after a couple of moments the gate clicked loudly and started to swing open before him. Looking around nervously the fox couldn't see any camera's or speakers but hesitantly called out, "Is this Androl's Spa and Retreat?"

The voice that answered was smooth and professional, friendly even but it echoed out of nowhere making Flinty jump, "Yes sir, welcome Master Flinty please make your way up the drive to the front entrance, i'll be waiting to greet you."

Tugging nervously at the collar of his coat the fox started up the path, pausing to watch the gates swing silently closed with a faint clang as the latch engaged, "Slick... where have you sent me Temmy," The fox's question went unanswered for another few minutes as he trudged up the slightly sloped and curving road, pine trees on either side blocked his view all he could see were the tall straight trunks of the trees leading off in all directions. Another five minutes and the trees started to fall back as the path grew steeper and came out atop a large granite bluff that thrust up out of the woodland. There was a circular car-park and then a series large rambling building with slate roof tiles spread out across the rest of the bluff. There were covered walkways between the various buildings, plate glass windows and the walls were a mixture of grey stone blocks and wooden beams. Flinty stopped and stared at it for a moment before swallowing and crossing the car-park, the glass doors leading into the foyer slid open automatically revealing a well appointed hall. There was a reception desk, pot-plants, recessed lighting amongst the oak panels on the walls and as the fox stepped up onto the polished floor-boards he could feel heat emanating up against his paw-pads from underneath.

"Good day Master Flinty, come on inside we are expecting you, I'm Jeffrey i'll be taking you on over to the treatment centre." The owner of the voice was a very dapper looking ferret wearing an expensive looking suit. His brown hair slicked back and he had a warm smile on his muzzle as he walked over to shake the fox by the paw in welcome.

Looking around the luxurious entrance hall Flinty shuffled his feet, thick bottle brush tail twitching from side to side as he shyly looked up at the tall, slinky mustelid. "Are you sure this is ok? I mean... this is all so swanky and posh looking."

Chuckling softly the weasel walked forward and took hold of the fox's arm, guiding him inside and past the reception desk. "Everything has been paid for in advance, Temjin made arrangements and told us you'd be arriving today. You are booked in for the full spa-treatment."

Flinty nodded, still feeling a bit self concious as he was shown through a door-way, it was quite large for a door, eight feet at least and Flinty and his weasel guide were both dwarfed by its size. It led onto one of the covered walkways between the buildings. The view was spectacular, the cliff the spa centre was built on was about ten yards away and he could see right out across the forest spread out below. Drawing his attention back from the sight Flinty glanced at the weasel and tried to offer him a smile. "So what does the full spa-treatment entail erm.. if I can ask?"

"Well," Jeffery said with a grin, "First off is a professional fur clean, we'll give you a deep clean that is hard to do by just taking a shower or a bath." He motioned to the building ahead of them, "It involves three baths, a full body scrub in each one and then after that it is on to the Massage Parlour were Androl will treat you to a deep massaging session to relax your muscles and help you to let all the stress and worry drain away."

"That sounds... like a lot of stuff," Flinty looked around as they passed a double set of doors and enterred a long changing room. There were cubicles, lockers, benches, and the air was warm and humid, "What... happens after that?"

"After your massage service you'll be offered the sauna or the spa-pool. Both are great ways to relax and wind down the day." Jeffrey motioned for Flinty to set his bag down then gave the fox a bright mischievious smile. "Now then let me introduce you to Androl he'll be taking care of you today," He gestured toward the door at the far side of the changing room through which was coming a very tall figure.

He was tall, seven feet at least, maybe a few inches talled and his body glistened, smooth skin reflecting the changing rooms lights as he walked over toward Flinty. He was an orca, black and white form sleek despite his size and broad shoulders. A powerful swimmers body that he was not at all ashamed to show off, his only item of clothing was a snug pair of speedos that clung to his waist. There was no bulge to speak of though, the slick material just clung to his body hiding everything from sight. Flinty had to make himself look up and meet the dark black eyes of the large sea-mammal. His muzzle was more of a pointed beak and his head was smooth and sleek with no sign of ears and his tail was long and thick, the heavy finned appendage swaying from side to side as he walked.

Lowering his head he held out a large webbed paw and grasped Flinty's hand in it squeezing firmly, "Good day Flinty, I'm Androl and welcome to my Spa. Now then why don't you change out of your clothes and we'll get started. Your boyfriend Temjin has left me quite the list of special treatments." He offered the fox a broad smile then ushered him into a cubicle then dismissed Jeffery.

Leaning against the door of the stall Flinty wrapped his arms about himself and squeezed, trying to stop himself from trembling. He was huge... he was also gorgeous and the way he had smiled when he said "Special Treatments..." just what had Temmy gotten him into. Packing his clothes into his shoulder bag Flinty looked about the small cubicle and frowned, there was nothing in here to change into, was he supposed to bring a swimming costume... "Androl... ah what am I meant to be changing into?"

"Just a towel Flinty, wrap it about your waist then come on out here, we have a lot to do."

Shivering at the commanding tone of voice Flinty slid his underwear off then wrapped one of the towels piled on the bench around his waist. He then paused to examine himself in the mirror, making sure the towel was high enough up his waist to not expose anything. He frowned at the sight, he was much to thin in his eyes, his blue fur looked scraggly and unkempt after being flattened under his clothes all day, the white fur covering his chest and stomach was the only part of him that didn't seem quite so messy. Running a paw through his blonde hair Flinty tried to make it take on some semblance of order then sighed and unlocked the stall door and peeked out. Androl was waiting for him, the huge orca's body glistening damply, naturally slick and smooth in ways someone covered in fur could never be. There was also no sign of the weasel, he was alone and wearing a towel in the company of the large water mammal.

"So ready to begin Flinty?" the fox nodded and the orca gathered him up in one arm, deposited his bag in a locker, looped a small chain with the key attached to it around the foxes wrist then guided him out through the door he had originally come through. It led into a small oval chamber, most of the tiled room was taken up by a circular pool that was filled with crystal clear water. There was a shower built into the wall to one side and the orca expertly twisted Fkinty's towel off from around his waist and deposited him naked and gasping in surprise beneath the pattering flood of water. The fox squirmed as Androl stepped close, the water from the shower darkening Flinty's blue and white fur as he held his hands before his groin, flushing in embarassment. The spray of warm water just sluiced across the orca's chest, rolling down his skin in sleek waves as Androl's fingers skillfully started to run through Flinty's fur, teasing out knots and whorls then he lifted a silver tin off a shelf and started to lather the vulpine's fur with the bar of soap inside it. He worked from the shoulders down, barely having to bene to apply the thick suds to the fox's legs and feet. Androl was quiet, professional and Flinty was too in awe of the big guy to ask him what was going on, it was obvious he was being given a very personal shower by a huge orca and it felt nice. Whatever was in the soap smelt nice, a mixture of herbs and it was leaving his fur sleek and shiny all over and by the time Androl firmly moved his hands out of the way Flinty was half hard and squirming slightly as those deft fingers teased and massaged soap into his fur one way then moved in another direction to help the flow of water rinse it out again. When the orca turned him around to face the wall and work on his back Flintu was trembling in excitement, his sheath pulled all the way back from his eagerly throbbing shaft exposing his knot.

"Androl I... sorry for the uhm... your hands just feel good"

The orca chuckled, a deep boom that vibrated against Flinty as he pulled the blue fox close, his paws still lathering the foaming soap through the fox's fur. "I don't mind I'm used to guys getting hard when I touch them," his fingers moved over Flinty's arse squeezing it firmly which caused the fox to go weak in the knees. "It's part of my job after all and I love it, is why I opened this spa." Androl's strong arms gripped Flinty as the shivering, trembling vulpine sagged, he easily lifted him up against his broad, slick chest and walked over toward the pool. Stepping down into the water Androl went up to his knees at first but as he walked away from the edge the water level rose higher, rippling up his smooth legs until it engulfed the tight lycra of his speedos. As the water level continued to rise up Androl's body he slowly lowered Flinty into the water, the cool room temperature pool making the fox gasp and squirm as it soaked his fur, the feeling of being submerged in the water after the hot shower was enough to make him gasp and squirm. The orca man-handled the fox back onto his feet then let go leaving him up to his chin in the water, his tail now a deadweight dragging him down. Flinty looked up at the orca and blushed, there was something about being in the water tthat made this big guy even more intimidating and alluring, he couldn't help but groan, trying to stifle the desire stirring in his loins as Androl loomed over him, his was still suffering the side effects of that intense and personal grooming so Flintybwas losing that battle as his shaft stood out proud beneath the water.

"What... what's next?" he managed to ask but the only answer he got was a curt order to stay put whilst the big guy waded behind the fox. He was back in just a few moments, water sloshing against Flinty as the orca waaded through it with powerful, well practiced strides. It offered very little resistance to him and Flinty barely managed to contain his desire to turn around, to say something. He did however cry out as the brushes dug into his body, tough bristle tipped things that caught deep in his fur and ran across his skin with firm scrubbing movements. Flinty squirmed in place unable to decide if he wanted to lay back and embrace it or pull away from the uncomfortably powerful strokes. Not that he had much choice really Androl and his brushes were in charge, they pummelled and pushed against his skin the tightly packed brushes gliding through his fur. Silky and smooth and free from tangles after the soapy shower it offered no resistance to the hard brushes and Flinty was prodded and poked, turned, twisted, dunked and scrubbed hard. No part of his body escaped the attention, despite being up to his chin in the tepid water Androl just vanished beneath the surface to rock those thick bristles against his legs, stomach or rump. Flinty could see him moving beneath the surface, black and white body expertly remaining submerged, using just his feet and tail for movement as he circled the fox continuing to scrub the blue vulpine. When he surfaced to drag his implements of torture back over his chest the water just oozed off easily leaving his hide slick. Opening his beaked muzzle in a warm smile Androl moved closer, his. speedo clad waist pressed against the fox boy's stomach, Flinty's eagerly attentive cock gliding over the sleekness of the orca's left thigh. The contact made the fox whimper, he could feel something long and thick pressing through the fabric of Androl's only item of clothing, it felt good and the brushes now working on his shoulders were rocking him from side to side which made that bulge glide teasingly across his white chest fur.

Androl suddenly increased the pressure on Flinty's shoulders and dunked the fox, sliding his muzzle down across the thick bulge in Androl's speedos. Flinty didn't struggle, he just wrapped his maw around that bulge and teased it eagerly. Part of him couldn't believe what he had just done, with water washing through his mouth and his tongue pressed to that thick bulge he just held place as Androl's brushes continued to tease and tug and grind over his head and neck. The orca didn't pull away, made no attempt to stop him from teasing his cock through the silky material. If anything he increased the pressure of the brushes, digging the bristles in deeper before suddenly pulling Flinty up and out of the water, crushing his soaked body against smooth flesh as he stepped smartly out of the pool and into the next room. Still tingling from the battering he'd received from the brushes Flinty was quite unprepared for the plunge into the next pool. It was hot, almost unbearably hot, the water engulfing his body seemed to set every part of him at once then as the shock receeded, his tense body adjusted to the sudden shift in temperture he felt his muscles relaxing. It moved in waves from his ankles up, the heat soaking into his pumelled body, the vigorous brushing had prepared him for this and it felt good. He startled when a pair of arms wrapped around him and slowly manouvered him into place, "So how do we feel Flinty, nice and relaxed yer?"

"Oh yes... feels great, I've never been so limber," Flinty crooned, lifting his arms above his head and stretching languidly against the smooth shape of the orca.

"Good, your boy Temjin gave me a very specific list of activities now just you hold still whilst I finish helping you relax." Androl's arms pulled down on Flinty's chest and impaled him on his long, slick, tapered cock. No longer hidden by his speedos it slipped into the fox's arse easily, stretching his relaxed rump wide, a good four inches sliding into him before Flinty could turn his groan of pleasure into a reaction. Clenching down hard on the invading shaft the only part of the fox's body that hadn't relaxed twitched hard as he came. Whimpering in delight Flinty added his seed to the water, arching his back against the slick surface of Androl's body before sagging against him, sinking into the hot water with a deep groan.

Slipping himself free of the fox's rump Androl settled the blonde haired boy against the side of the tub and grinned down at him. "Good fox, nice and relaxed now you stay here, soak for a bit, stay chilled whilst I go and prepare the next treatment."

Lifting his head Flinty looked up at the orca as he climbed out of the bath, one hand snapping his speedos back into place over his still hard shaft, "Ne... next treatment?"

"Oh yes, you don't think that is all Temjin paid for did you? Now relax Flinty, enjoy the water, I'll call for you when it is time," and with that the tall figure vanished through another door leaving Flinty alone in the bath still riding the wave of chilled out after-glow from the intense start to his day of pampering.

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Floating in the pool, feeling relaxed and chilled Flinty kept his eyes closed and just let himself float, head and shoulders propped up against the edge of the pool helping to hold his body in place. The fox was left soaking in the bath for a good twenty to thirty minutes, his mind drifting until with a gentle shake Androl woke him up out of his doze, a large hand gripping his shoulder.

"It is time Flinty come along," he then stood up and moved back, beckoning the fox to follow him.

Flinty climbed slowly out of the pool slowly pausing to stretch, wet tail dragging on the floor behind him. He groaned softly and shook his head trying to wake himself up before padding after the orca as he led the way into the next room. It was a plain tiled chamber illuminated by small spotlights in the ceiling that focussed on a thick, squishy looking matt in the centre of the room. Everything else was dim and the atmosphere was humid, the air clinging to his wet fur as an extra layer of warmth.

"What... is this for?"

"Lie down and find out," Androl offered with a smile as he moved over near the mat.

Shuffling closer Flinty pressed a paw against the matt; it gave under his weight, squishing down slowly before stopping after a couple of inches. He glanced at the orca but he didn't offer any other advice so Flinty knelt down, sinking into the squishy material and then with a soft sigh he lowered himself down onto his stomach. The spongy material formed a snug indentation around the shape of his body and Androl knelt down to arrange his arms stretched out to the sides and down and his chin resting atop the matt gently. Once he was in place the big spa-owner stepped back into the gloom and rumbled.

"There we go, you are all set, ready?"

"For what?" Flinty asked with a satisfied yawn, "I mean mfff what's this next treatment?"

"A massage," Androl growled and then set to work. Flinty had a moment to see a large webbed black foot with white sole descend from above then it was planted firmly on his head and he was pushed down into the mattress. Yelping in shock Flinty tried to arch his back but the orca's other foot struck, pressing down on his arse and forcing him to sink down into the sponge beneath him. It absorbed most of the orca's weight which saved Flinty form being crushed by the heavier male but it let him walk over his back with impunity. As the big guy got to work with walking back and forth over his body Flinty slowly relaxed into the firm motions playing over his body, groaning each time Androl brought his heel down on his back or used his toes to knead and squeeze over his muscles. It felt good and Flinty couldn't help but wriggle in growing need as the orca continued to work and tread and move back and forth across his body, teasing and pressing, grinding and squishing him against the soft, springy material clinging to the underside of his body.

"Androl... I... who... told you I liked..." Flinty managed to gasp out before the orca shoved a foot on the back of his head and forced him down into the matt.

"Temjin of course he hired me to take care of you in every way possible. Now relax foxie... you are in for a real treat."

His piece said Androl redoubled his efforts, walking up and down the fox's body, teasing and tormenting every part of him from the shoulders blades to the back of his legs. Kneading with toes and heel or sometimes just walking up and down. He was a tease however, every time Flinty tried to buck his hips and grind his cock against the matt beneath him the orca would pause in whatever he was doing to press down with one foot firmly on the fox's arse and order him to stop. Flinty had no choice but to obey and then Androl would begin with the walking tease again, sliding his feet up and down over his back, teasing and grinding, walking and squishing the vulpine firmly until Flinty's breath started to come in short, sharp half growling pants. He was being worked up by only the broad, webbed paws of the orca, his body riding swiftly toward orgasm. Moaning loudly Flinty arched his body, his balls drawing up close, he gripped the matt to either side with his hands, eagerly waiting for those paws to come back down and smoosh him into orgasm...

It didn't come however, Flinty was left panting and whimpering, the tension in his body draining away as the moment passed. Lifting his head, blinking in the dim light he swung his head from side to side trying to find the orca. He felt good, limber and soft and well and truly pummelled but the intense rush of anticipation was fading. For a minute more he was left lying there and then those broad feet suddenly dug into his side and rolled him over. Gasping in shock Flinty had a moment to see Androl's feet loom up out of the darkness before they squished down atop his muzzle and his cock. Moaning eagerly the fox started to lap his tongue against the broad sole pressing against his muzzle whilst he humped eagerly against the foot squeezing against his dick. Androl's heel was squishing the tip of his dick against his stomach whilst his toes curled and teased over his swelling knot. Groaning about the foot pressed against his muzzle Flinty kept licking it. He was eager for a greater taste of the slick foot grinding atop his muzzle. The deep burning need in his groin was building again as his nuts drew closer to his body and the toes grasping his knot had teased it to its full size.

Suddenly the orca stopped walking over his dick, those toes abandoned his knot and pulled back from his muzzle and the blue fox found his body being rolled over and pushed down onto his front. He whined and squirmed, whimpering and wriggling but Androl just used his feet to hold the boy in place. With his feet positioned on the left side of Flinty's body the orca lifted up onto his heels and pushed his toes against the fox's body. He held that pose for a moment then started to rock forward, his feet dug into the side of Flinty's body and the fox yipped loudly, trying to arch his back, to squirm away from the deep massaging motion but he was trapped. Androl's weight was just enough to hold him down and all focussed on one space, rocking back and forth there wasn't much Flinty could do to get away from it. He almost screamed when the orca' body rocked forward and up, moving across his back, heels digging in only to quickly slid down the other side. Drawing a ragged breath the fox whimpered when the orca turned around and started the process again from the other side. He pushed against the side of Flinty's body only to rock himself up with a powerful motion and slip down his furry form. It was a deep, intense and quick method of massaging his sides and Androl was quick to shift from one spot to the next, moving up the length of Flinty's back until he reached his shoulders. Once he was done stomping himself rapidly over his customer's back Androl rolled him over again and returned his feet to Flinty's muzzle and the eagerly bulging, swollen knotted dick that jutted up demanding attention from the fox's groin.

Closing his eyes, face pressed firmly against the orca's foot Flinty lifted both arms to wrap about the smooth skinned leg of his tormentor, holding it firmly against his head as he started to buck his hips. He couldn't last long, his tongue lapped out at the salty slickness that was Androl's foot and his gyrating hips ground himself against those teasing toes. In no time at all he was moaning, arching his back and cumming. An eager yipping bark escaped the fox's muzzle as his dick pulsed under the torment of Androl's foot and he painted his stomach with thick jets of creamy slickness, emptying his balls over the course of an intense minute. With his body tense and twitching he felt every jet of seed rush out of his cock and splatter across his body until with a whimpering groan he relaxed. His arms slithered down off Androl's leg the fox sprawled out in a big heap. Panting heavily Flinty's body settled into a relaxed haze as he started to come back down from the intense treatment under the feet of the big orca.

"Nearly done Flinty...." Androl boomed out of the darkness a he stooped and picked the limp fox up easily. He barely responded as he was carried out of the dimly lit chamber and into another. The shift in light brought him back to himself slowly and Flinty looked up and around at the new room. There was a large pool of water, much larger than the first baths, it was a veritable swimming pool and Androl slid the fox out of his arms and into the warm water.

"There we go Flinty, just soak in here, salt-water pool to finish helping your muscles to fully relax. I'll be back soon," leaving the quietly stirring vulpine the orca walked off around the pool, vanishing down the far end which was in gloom. The only lights in this room were under-water spot-lights shining through the water. Looking around Flinty sighed and rolled onto his back and just floated, knees bent and feet pressed against the wall of the pool. The water felt strange, a mixture of aromatic herbs and salt-water just above room temperature so it was warm but not uncomfortably hot. Pushing off from the side of the pool Flinty kicked his legs idly swimming deeper into the under-lit pool. Stretching his arms above his head the fox let his momentum slow as he drifted further from the edge. Androl had done a great job, the orgasm coupled with the pummelling brush treatment then deft, hard foot massage had left him feeling limber and flexible. His body felt like he could curl into a ball or stretch backwards to touch his ankles without any trouble at all. Twitching his tail and rolling onto his stomach Flinty dived down, arching backwards into a sweeping curve, opening his eyes beneath the water to glance around. He touched the bottom and turned his body around, legs bending to push off the bottom. A shadow flittering across one of the dim beams of light made him pause; he peered through the water trying to make out what the shape was. The blurry image resolved into a sleek black and white form cutting through the water toward him.

It was Androl, the orca's large powerful body cut through the pool with ease, rippling up and down slightly as his feet and powerful tail guided him with unnerving swiftness toward the fox. Flinty hesitated for a moment then turned and kicked off the bottom, kicking desperately for the surface there was something very not nice about a large orca driving toward him through the water. Flinty got about half way to the surface when something tight, warm and slick closed around both his feet. Twisting his body about the fox tried to kick free as he looked down and found Androl's muzzle locked around his ankles. Flinty found his legs were forced together as the tight tunnel of gooey flesh that was the orca's throat rose up around his legs with surprising ease as the water rushed around them both as the orca continued on his dive toward the surface.

It felt like it took forever for Flinty to reach the surface, those lips, that throat was proceeding to gulp up around his legs, to slurp and gulp and slick and swallow him down until his arse and crotch were being claimed. Androl slowed then, their bodies broached the surface of the pool and the orca reached out to grab the fox's arms and pull them tight to his side. Flinty could feel Androl's lips sliding up over his hands, trapping them at his sides as he started to engulf his stomach. There wasn't a thing he could do beyond float there and squirm as the tight, hot, slick interior of the powerful orca claimed his body. The blue fox was sliding into the streamlined muzzle of his smooth skinned assailant, those slick lips twitched and shifted and helped to feed more and more of him into the tight, rippling confines of the orca's throat. Smooth feeling hands pressed atop his head, pushed down firmly even as his legs finished curling up inside Androl's stomach, his muzzle was starting to slide back, his head sinking into orca mouth, torso sliding, slipping, swallowed deeper, forced into the stomach along with his legs. Slowly, almost teasingly so Androl's lips closed above his muzzle, blocking off his view of the outside world.

Lying on his back Androl ran his paws over his stomach, floating in the water and smiling as he felt the last of his current customer slide on into his gut. Flinty was being forced to curl up by the tight walls, his limber, well relaxed body easily curling into a snug ball that allowed the tightly packed walls of his stomach to grind and tease around his body, massaging firmly as he was churned about.

"One final treatment Flinty," Androl rumbled, "My own personal massage..." he chuckled at the sound of the fox groaning, enjoying the way he wriggled and flexed about. "Now then... mmhmm just relax Flinty, let my stomach work your muscles and... then... well... we will get to see if you can squirm free or not." Running his paws over his stomach he chuckled at the way Flinty redoubled his squirming, struggling and pressing out against the walls of tight flesh enclosing his body. "Good fox...." Rumbling to himself Androl spread his arms and legs and just floated in the pool, basking in the delightful feeling of being full that the little fox imparted as he wriggled and bucked his body from side to side. It'd be interesting to see if the fox could get back out, either way he'd done his job. One way or the other his body would be properly relaxed and tenderised all his stress and cares kneading out of his muscles leaving him chilled.

~fin