Quickie #3
Jinot gets lucky and Rhupin finds a way to finally relax himself.
this next Quickie is a wild and liberal version of therapy.
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Quickie #3: Amative Meadows Inc.
"When you just can't wait to feel better!"
It was a lucky thing that Jinot had managed to land this job as an intern. Even though it was boring as hell, it did pay well, and he didn't really have to do much while at the office. What he did dislike about the job was that he spent almost all of his time there, and the rest was spent sleeping or eating. Resentment of the management hadn't quite come in full force, but he had very low expectations about he could hope for from his boss.
which is exactly why it came as such a surprise that day he found out he'd won the office drawing for the spa trip.
And now, here he was standing on the marble steps of Meadows Spas Inc. He let the smiling girl take his bags away, and followed the other smiling girl through a few hallways. She was rambling some commercial schpeil about the Spa, but Jinot wasn't really paying attention. So he bumped into her when she stopped to show him into a room.
There was a padded massage table and the room was very atmospheric with lit candles and incense and all sorts of fabrics for texture. She excused herself saying she'd have his personal masseur arrive shortly, and Jinot took the time to pile his clothes on the stool before plopping down on the table with a contented sigh. The limo ride, the two weeks of planned luxury, the all-expenses-paid-vacation -- a personal masseur! Jinot already felt giddy with the anticipation of peacefully reveling in the riot of tranquil therapy. He almost worried whether or not he should feel bad that he, the mere intern, had won the trip instead of one of the other office-workers. Almost.
"Hey there, welcome to Meadows Spa." A deep, accented voice preambled, "My name is Rhupin, and I'll be your personal attendant during your stay here. So if there's anything you need, I'll be happy to oblige." Calm and soothing, Rhupin had years of experience at creating and maintaining a relaxing atmosphere.
Jinot looked up from where he sprawled belly-down on the table. The accent seemed French, but Jinot didn't really trust his knowledge of foreign languages enough to say so. The Wolf was built like a personal trainer escaped from his workout, but the grace with which he moved exuded such calm, it was hard to imagine the black wolf involved in anything more stressful than a quiet walk. "Um, I hope it's ok if I took my clothes off?" Jinot only now felt a little self conscious. What if he got a hard-on while this European muscle-god was touching him... with those strong arms... and that -- that -- voice... and ... and...
"How would you expect to be massaged in all those clothes? It's not natural," Rhupin rumbled and made a few exploratory prods at Jinot's back and spine. He was planning a massage routine to fit the small leporid's build and trouble areas. When he began squeazing his way down to the thighs, he thought he detected a tremor in the buttocks. Rhupin began to murmur soothing phrases while increasing pressure to several muscle groups on Jinot's back. Round, kneading motions saw the tension melt like butter. Shoulders and neck glowing, back loose, lower back sighing drowzily, his arms and legs agreed to drip limply as Jinot's body was shaped into one very relaxed rabbit. Every sense was being relaxed away. Even his nose found something nice to do: the wolf smelled like his workout hadn't been that long ago and the scent of male was better than any incense in the room.
The muscles of Rhupin's arms bulked and stood out as he worked, his bare feet padded around the table and he noticed he had worked up a small sweat. Toward the end, he absent mindedly wondered why he didn't feel more relaxed himself. Normally giving a massage relaxed him almost as much as it did the person on the table, but right now, he felt wound up tight. And then he realized that he was tight. His shorts were crampiong his member badly, so he had to bring the session to an early stop. Leaving Jinot on the table, wandering through a happy, drowzy fog, Rhupin ducked out of the booth and almost sprinted down the hall to avoid being seen with such an obvious bulge. There weren't any polite muscles in that area.
Seriously considering a janitor's closet to relieve himself in, Rhupin only barely managed to eventually regain control of his sudden and desperate lust for that slim rabbit's body. Rhupin had been begun to fantasize, while walking through the compound, about those hips and the rump he had been cupping in his palms... Kneading and feeling... Holding and... touching... Snapping out of it, he decided to rush to Jinot's room and see if there was anything needed while his flacidity lasted.
Knocking on the door of the suite, Rhupin poked his head in to see Jinot comming to answer the door with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Ah, pardon. Is there anything I can help you with?" he smiled reassuringly. Smiles and quiet voices tended to be things that customers were most in need of.
"Oh, hello, Rhupin. You disappeared for a few hours... Come on in, I was just about to sit in the sauna." Jinot had only arrived in his rooms less than half an hour ago, but the day was still young. So it was that when he discovered his suite was equipped with its own sauna and hot tub, he simply had to try it out. Maybe he could convince this gorgeous therapist to give another massage if he were invited along? "Wanna come with?"
"Oh, I couldn't intrude!" Rhupin politely assured, "Perhaps I should return in a few more hours?"
"No no no, please do come sit with me?" Jinot tried his darndest to convince the wolf to do so. Thinking fast, he had to come up with something plausible to get that muscle-bound machine into his sauna. Even if he somehow couldn't get another massage, just a few more minutes of looking at that body would be worth any amount of stuborness. Under the white tank-top, every definition showed in full, chiseled glory. "Um, I'm not sure how to get the heater working." Jinot lied. He'd already been in there, and it was a simple brazier with coals. "Maybe you could get it all fired up for me?"
Rhupin tried not to lick his chops and stare at Jinot's body. The towel seemed a tad too big for the smaller male's frame, but Rhupin could visualize every curve of that round tail from memory as he followed the rabbit into the other room. While showing Jinot how to light the gas to heat the coals, he realized he was quickly getting hard again. Jinot smelled like something almost edible; the room had been quite warm enough, and Jinot had begun to sweat quickly as Rhupin doused the coals a few times. His own clothes clung to him uncomfortably in the heat, and he froze just in time before turning around. His crotch was in agony as his briefs trapped him in an unnatural bend. A curve that managed to stand out proudly.
Jinot, who'd been bent over the brazier next to Rhupin, spied the tent and his jaw almost detached itself from his skull. The wolf must be absolutely huge for those shorts to bulge like that... Drool sizzled on the coals. The atmosphere of the spa, the absence of the normal and mundane office, the fact that he was among complete strangers and miles and miles away from said office -- all added up to give Jinot's insistant whim the final push.
He reached over to touch the straining shorts. Something hard as rock was under the fabric.
Startled at first, Rhupin gave him one, deliberate look before straightening to pull his tank-top over his head. "I think I've changed my mind." He rumbled and stepped back closer to Jinot. The towel pooled on the floor almost immediately, and shortly afterward a pair of shorts and very damp pair of briefs followed. As soon as the briefs came off, Rhupin's scent escalated to overpowering: sweat and musk from a male long overdue. With an errant throb, a small squirt of clear precum jumped from his aching penis to land on the cedar planks of the sauna shelf. Rhupin had practically pounced on the rabbit as soon as his shirt had come off, but now he paused even while situated in position to enter. The smaller male grinned shyly and shifted his legs to lock them around the jet wolf.
Rhupin's knot had already mostly formed, and it ached almost as badly as it had while being trapped in the too-small trunks. The powerful scent of male sweat and musk mingled wontedly with the steam. Lust burned more red than the coals in the corner. Rhupin pressed himself against the small male's hole with no thought for lubricating fluids; it helped that he was emitting so much of his own, but he shoved in without hesitation this time. Burning and stretched too much, Jinot's tail forced a sharp hiss from his clamped jaws, but he forbade himself to call a halt. It felt good too.
Though his knot wouldn't fit just yet, the rest of the shaft was in, and Rhupin spasmed through a few thrusts before regaining control of his own hips. The hot grip around his entire length squeazed so hard that he did think at first his knot had entered. But then, he felt the ring pushing it down from the front, and he wanted more. His balls hung low in the humidity and heat of the room, and they twinged pleasantly every time they slapped against Jinot's rump.
Pulling halfway out, he managed to work up enough saliva to spit down onto himself before continuing.
Jinot panted through the haze. He could feel his sex being prodded from inside, the pressure against him was enough to coax the beginnings of an orgasm already. His body curled upward, his pouch hung loosely with his shaft that aimed directly at his face. Even though his tail hole still burned, and even though it was still too tight to let the knot in, the pressure felt so implacable the way it urged him towards release. Even after the massage earlier that morning, he found his muscles beginning to cramp up now. Legs over head, Jinot's toes splayed out and strained while Rhupin's back rippled with movement and glistened with moisture.
Rhupin was pounding downward into Jinot with a fierce will, the little rabbit under him squeaking between gasps for breath. His eyes unfocused, his jaws clenched tight in a snarl while he sucked air in through his teeth, Rhupin could barely think beyond the need to jam himself farther and faster. His knot swelled and screamed: he had to get it inside -- had to slam it all the way in! Jinot was crying out in pain, his toes cramped in the air. Clutching fistfuls of the short fur on Rhupin's massive arms, he felt like his body would break unless he came soon, and his loins fervently agreed. Thick tendrils of steam inundated the walls with the rampant scent.
Suddenly, with the brute force of desperation, Rhupin jammed himself downward as hard as he could and felt the ring snap shut around his knot from behind. Howling madly, his rump continued thrusting, though all he could manage now was feverish writhing as his manhood was stuck. Cum surged along his length and down into Jinot who was himself writhing under the massive wolf's attentions. He had felt his entrance strain almost to tearing, but the knot had passed quickly enough that the ring hadn't snapped. Resting directly against his sex now, the knot squeazed against him hard enough to force a climax with no hope of refusal. Shots of his own cum were landing on his face and in his gasping, mewling muzzle. Rhupin's howl eventually died down to hoarse whine, but his knot wouldn't go down for quite a bit yet.
Despite how much it ached to be deprived of further motion, Rhupin was amazed by how much he wanted to stay inside this remarkable Jinot. It was so satisfying to feel his own cum cooling between his member and the rabbit's insides. It slicked the way enough that he could pull out later. The knot emerged with a wet pop, a flood of semen pooled on the cedar planks to dwarf the previous stain of precum and the subsequent sweat. Jinot, wincing as Rhupin withdrew, shifted embarassedly, but still felt too weak to obtain a more modest pose than to sprawl on his back and continue gasping for breath.
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the next day, two members of the cleaning staff would be tidying up a customer's room and discover strange stains in the sauna. "Wha'dyou think this is, Umpe?" Hulma asked and frowned at the stuborn spot with her hands on her ample hips, and the spray bottle hanging defeated from her apron.
"I dunno..." Umpe's nose wrinkled and she snuffled, "but it sho' do stink o' men in here!"
A certain guide who smiled a lot would hear Hulma and Umpe complaining about stuborn stains and joking about marked territory. She would remember a certain hunky wolf who had passed her in the hallway with a raging tent in his shorts.
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steam counts as hot water.