Letting it All Out
by Charn 2014

“Come on, Uncle Frank,” Jimmy said,closing his car door with breezy nonchalance. “This is the last day for the coupon, and you KNOW how pissed mum will be if she finds out you wasted her gift!”

“Yeah, I know,” said Frank, the car rocking as he gingerly climbed up and out. The bear was too big for his nephew’s hatchback, his knees aching from being jammed up against the dashboard. The car itself seemed to sigh, relaxing on it’s struts as nearly 600 pounds of combined ursine stud climbed out of it. “I just wish I could have given it to someone else. Spas aren’t really ‘my deal’.”

“Relax, Frank. This isn’t one of those foo-foo deals. They have an open bar and everything.” Jimmy unzipped his jacket, reaching in past his stretched, yellowed wife beater to pull the coupons from the inner pockets. “See? Two complimentary drinks. AND! I heard that if you know how to ask for it, you can get a happy ending.”

Frank snorted, strolling amiably towards the modern concrete building, large, black windows swallowing up the bright warmth from the sun. “Yeah, right, I’m real sure my sister would pay for THAT! Get your head out of the gutter!”

“No, really! You just gotta say you’re a friend of ‘the big cat’, and that lets them know you’re down for a hand-job or whatever.”

“I’ll let you say that, and post your own bail.” The older bear said, but he chuckled under his breath. Jimmy was just out of college, and saw everything as a challenge, an opportunity to get some. Frank remembered his youth, remembered that zest for Everything, Now! 

He didn’t miss it much, though.

The reception area was clean, and empty. Not many people going in for a spa the day before Thanksgiving, apparently.  The receptionist was a pleasantly plump rabbit girl, who took their coupons and gave them each a combination lock.

“What do we need this for?” The older bear asked, his brow furrowing. 

“Why, for your personal possessions. Our spas are, of course, for adults only, and we have a nonjudgmental policy on body image. You put your clothes in the locker, and use one of our provided towels for your privacy.”

Jimmy was bouncing from one foot to another, and took the opportunity to lean in over the desk, smiling roguishly to the placid rabbit. “We’re friends of the big cat, ya know.”

She turned her demure eyes towards him. “Oh, are you now?”

Jimmy winked to Frank, and then nodded to her. “Yup. Best friends. In fact, he promised us something a little special... I don’t know what he was referring to, buuuut....” He left it hanging, there, poignant and expecting.

“Oh, yes, of course he did. Well since you have an inclusive pass, you of course have free reign to use ANY of our services you desire. I’ll just note here on your information forms that you are... a friend of the big cat.”

Jimmy punched Frank in the shoulder, but the older bear couldn’t quite hold his wariness about the situation. “So, uh.. Do we have to get massages... together?”

“Sa matter, Uncle? You afraid your nephew’s gonna shame ya?” Jimmy grabbed at the (admittedly) bulky bulge between his legs, riding high on the promise of some free strange sex. 

“I just don’t want to embarrass you, is all,” the older bear said with a roll of his eyes. 

“You are both free to explore the spa together, or individually. This wrist bracelet will let any of the staff know what your plan allows you to do, so you are welcome to explore to your heart... or other parts... desire.” The rabbit giggled behind her paw, and the two bears sauntered into the changing room.

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“What do you think they’re gonna do, huh?” Jimmy said, peeling off his clothes, stuffing them haphazardly into the small gray lockers. He scratched at the thick black pelt that fluffed out of his burly chest, the muscles thick and solid, like big squares of fudge that had been barely tapped down around the corners to fit over his rib cage. “Like, you think it’s just a hand-job or  something?”

“How the hell would I know, Jimmy? Jesus, you think I go to bath houses every weekend or something? I have no idea how it works. Honestly, I don’t even really CARE, I just want to get enough of a shoulder rub to make my sis happy and get out of here.” Frank said. They were about the same height, and about the same width, but Frank had a good thirty years of mechanic work under his belt. Well, over his belt, honestly, as there was a good thirty years of beer drinking to soften up the thick, hard muscles of the older bear’s chest and arms. His paunch hung down, over that thick, short sheath that was revealed - and just as quickly hidden in a towel - as the older bear neatly folded his clothes, stacking them in his locker neatly.

“Well I hope you brought a book to read, I’m, getting the FULL treatment.” Jimmy licked his chops, slamming the locker door and forsaking the towel entirely, strutting out of the locker room and into the main building with his meaty black cock swinging side to side.

Frank sighed, taking a second towel for himself, and trying to tie the two together. They were just too small for a fellow of his size. He could cover his crotch OR his ass, and there was six or seven inches of haunch bared either way. 

“Mud therapy...  yoga... ugh.” Frank said, walking down the plush scarlet carpeting of the main hallway. It felt strange, walking naked in such an upscale place, the thick soft fibers tickling up between his feet. There was a twinge of anxiety - should he have showered before he came? He hadn’t thought of that. A door to his left opened, just a crack, just enough to distract his attention, and he glanced at the door.

MASSAGE

Massage. Perfect. The bear stepped up to the door, raising a thick fingered paw to knock on it. He paused. Why had it opened? Was someone about to come out? He paused, fidgeting, not sure what to do next.

Jimmy kneed open the heavy plank door that read STEAM ROOM, grinning widely to himself. He couldn’t smell anyone else in the facility so far, just pleasant aromatic incenses and the like. Good. The last thing he needed was to be thinking about some other dude moving in on his turf. 

“Yallo? Anyone home?” He said, peering into the dim, steam filled sauna. The wooden walls and planks were blank, empty, and the heat of the room seemed to caress along the bear’s thick cock-head The dark red flesh tinged slightly purple, jutting up a little prouder, and the bear ran a claw along the underside of it, just teasing himself.

“You like that, big guy? Okay, we’ll hang out here.” He let the door close behind him, and ahead as he saw the little control panel to the side. He cranked the steam to MAX and, after only a moment’s consideration, slammed the side of his fist against the big red button, labeled “SERVICE”. Maybe the service was for the spa, maybe it was for the patrons, he didn’t know. Either way... he was gonna get some.

“Hello?” Frank said, stepping into the large, cream-and-tobacco colored room. There was a bowl of incense burning, but it smelled... oddly of... leather? Leather and some dark, spicy wood. Frank liked it. The massage table looked more like a twin size bed, about waist height and contoured organically. “Is, uh... is anyone in here?”

“Yes, yes, welcome.” A tawny furred lion emerged from a side door that Frank hadn’t noticed, at first. “I was just preparing for the day. You’re here early, now, aren’t you?” Despite the ribbing, the lion’s voice was deep and pleasant. Disarming, in a way. Frank half-smirked, feeling embarrassed at  holding two towels around his waist. The lion was wearing, apparently, nothing but a white plastic apron, and the smooth, polished amber fur puffed out along either side. Frank could see that the lion had... a rather nice, muscular, compact ass,and it made him blush. That damned Jimmy had put thoughts in his head! There was no reason to think that the lion would have any interest in him, that that kind of thing even happened here at all!

“Please,” The lion, whose name tag read “Maxwell”, said, gesturing to the massage table. “Just put the towel there on that chair, and lay down, and let me help you take a load off.”

Jimmy grinned as the door swung open again, two silhouettes hidden in the steam that poured out around them.

“Service call,” rang out a dry, masculine voice, and Jimmy’s grin turned into a frown. He had been expecting a female technician, he hadn’t been wanting to be run into by a dude..

The two figures entered the room. They were hyenas - no, wait. A hyena and a dhole. Wearing overalls and tool belts, and nothing else. The door closed behind them, and one of them turned the steam down to more manageable levels. 

“Uhh... false alarm,” Jimmy said, coughing and folding one leg over his other. His cock was not to be denied, though, jutting up over the top of his leg, saying hi to the two newcomers.

“Well, someone hit the button,” said the Dhole, stepping over towards Jimmy, almost menacingly. “But the steam room seems to be in tip top shape.”

“Yeah, I tweaked it all only a couple nights ago,” The hyena added, stepping up to the other side of the naked black bear. “So it must be something else that needs servicing.”

The dhole pulled some worker’s gloves out of his tool belt, and began to slip them on. “I guess we’ll have to do some diagnostics, make sure everything’s working fine.”

Jimmy blanched, his face graying nearly to the color of the steam around it. “No, uh, guys, I wouldn’t even worry about that.” He put his hands on the hot cedar planks, rolling forward to stand up, but a gloved paw grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back against the wall.

“Relax, dude, just wanna check things out. Melinda will be clocked in in twenty minutes. Just wanna get some stuff to take back to her, if you know what I mean.” The dhole winked. “Unless you want us to tell her some weirdo is skulking around in the steam room.”

Jimmy’s heart was racing as he stammered, trying to decide if he wanted to bolt or not. “Miranda? Is she, uh-”

“Miranda’s a vixen with a heart of gold,” the hyena said, piously, nodding.

“And a cunt of molten honey!” the dhole countered! “Come on, dude, we’ll totally hook you up. You’re in a for a BIG surprise.”

Jimmy thought about it for a second, and then, sighing, unfolded his legs. “Well... okay, but.. I’ve never been with another dude before.”

“I can tell,” Maxwell said, the lion grinding his palms along the bear’s shoulders, grinning down at him. “I think you’ve gotten twice as tense now as you were when you laid down. Trust me, though, I’m a professional. I know exactly what I”m doing, and I think you’re going to enjoy yourself, a lot.” His paws were smooth and warm and slick, and if Frank closed his eyes, it wasn’t hard to imagine a pretty lioness massaging over his chest instead. Thick, warm strokes, but each one intentional, pushing and massaging the heat and stress down, away from his shoulders and chest, towards his belly, lower. 

A paw pressed gently against the bear’s inner thigh of his left leg, and he lifted it slightly, allowing it to be pushed away. The bear’s fat, hairy kiwis sagged between his chubby thighs, slinking down to rest against his taint. His right leg was touched, lifted, spread. 

“There we go, you’re doing great,” the lion purred, his paws leaving. Frank heard the sound of lotion being pumped, and then fingers returned to his body, wrapping casually around the thick trunk of the bear’s meaty pole. 

The bear gasped.

“Oh, relax, dude, you’re acting like you never got a hand-job before,” The dhole said, his gloved paws casually stroking along the bear’s steely-hard cock. “Your cock likes it, I can tell. So just relax.”

“Dude, these nuts are top notch. Miranda’s gonna LOVE getting to play with them,” the hyena added, casually, his fingers rubbing up underneath the bear’s low slung pouch. “Nice size for a bear, too, big and heavy.”

“Yeah?” Jimmy asked, breathlessly, watching intently as the four paws stroked and played with his junk.

“Oh yeah. Really, really nice balls. You been in here long enough, I’m not even gonna need a knife to pull them off.”

“KN-knife?” Jimmy stammered, watching the dhole’s fingers stroke over the broad doorknob of a cock-head he had. Holding, squeezing, rubbing roughly, handling his meat like, well, a piece of meat, knowing what made it hard but not doing it to get the bear off as much as to keep the flesh hard and ready.

“Oh yeah, man. Miranda rarely comes into the actual steam rooms anymore,” the hyena said, grabbing firmly around the neck of the bear’s scrotum and pulling, squeezing, milking downwards. The bear hnnged as he felt an aching in his guts, but his cock had never been harder. “We’ll bring your junk back for her to play with though, no worries.”

“Yeah, your cock is so hard, I could probably snap it right off, ha!” The dhole said, his fingers of his other paw moving to wrap around the base. “Not gonna, though, too messy. I got a much better way of taking your cock off. We’re gonna take the whole thing, root and all!”

“You seem to be relaxed, now, Frank,” the lion rumbled, his fingers casually manipulating the bear’s prick. He was more than a pawful, the lion’s fingers almost able to wrap around them, forming a snug, slick ring that caressed and pulled, urgently kneading to almost over the cap, pressing a thumb against the webbing of flesh just under the seeping piss slit, then relaxing and going back to the root.  His other paw casually kneaded along the bear’s testicles. Frank’s heart beating harder as he felt another male cup up under his nuts, stroking a thumb along them. “But I can still feel a lot of built up tension in you.”

“Oh... really?” Frank said, his whole body relaxed and comfortable, his pelvic muscle occasionally flexing to push his cock against the lion’s fingers.

“Yes. I’m... excellent at helping with this sort of thing, though.”

“Oh.” Frank said, not sure what else to say. He had a feeling his cock was talking for him, though, twitching and oozing against the lion’s fingers. 

Maxwell hadn’t stopped smiling since the bear had entered the room, and now his smile widened. His fingers seemed to be gently handling the bear’s fat scrot, but they were precisely adjusting, manipulating, feeling out the bear’s testicles to see exactly where their weak spots were. Every knee to the crotch, every accidental sit on, each bang and pang that had happened over the years, and Maxwell was intuitively feeling out the little scars, the remnants of each of those incidences. 

Frank rumbled in bliss, never having felt someone handle his balls so carefully, so reverently. It felt wonderful, even as those fingers began to nudge and squeeze, to press and massage against those fat glands in precise, specific ways.

“Guys, I uh...”

“Shhh, don’t talk, dude, you’re ruining my buzz,” the dhole said, his fingers tugging incessantly over Jimmy’s cock. “Your piss hole is so thick, I could probably wedge my pinkie in there! Really, REALLY nice cock, dude!”

“Uhh..” Jimmy grunted, his hips beginning to buck at the intense, incessant, direct manipulation of his junk. His Balls were stretched low, and the hyena seemed to be content holding them like a doorknob, and twisting them back and forth, stretched so low, making their tubes crackle and ache. 

“We’re totally gonna be ripping off your junk in like a minute, dude. Like, pulling your balls right off your body. And you’re so fucking hard.” The hyena laughed, as the dhole squeezed and twisted at the bear’s cock.

“Rip it off, just like this, only much harder, of course. Gotta just loosen it up a bit, first.”

Jimmy’s young, burly frame shuddered, hunching his hips upwards. “Fuck, dudes, FUCK!”

“Oh yeah, gonna come? gonna come when we rip off your balls, tear off your cock? Hot, that’s always awesome when we get a big ole mess.”

“You’re getting close, Frank, aren’t you?” Maxwell said, his fingers digging, carefully grinding. If the older bear had looked down, and seen just how deeply those massaging fingers were embedding into his mature bear balls, he would have... but that doesn’t matter, because he didn’t look down. He looked at the inside of his mind, at the pleasant images there, his cock being tended to, his fat, mushy balls being squeezed and stroked, slithering slippery between the lion’s fingers. They were still rounded eggs, but as he squeezed, they deformed easily, more like paste filled balloons than thick cartilage now.

“What... kind of massage is this?”

“Oh, this type of massage has no name.” Crunch, crinkle. The lion felt the bear’s balls slowly finish being softened in his paw, so that as he cupped and held them, they remained, hot and heavy against his palm, a thumb casually pushing down into one threatening to rupture it in half. His fingers still moved, but subtler now, finishing the last touches. “It takes alllll the tension in your body, and helps you to expel it through, uh...”

“Through my cock? Well... fudgepacker... I think I’m about to have my happy ending now!”

The lion leaned forward, his fingers squeezing, rubbing that cock, the thick prick so hard that the skin was beading bits of blood, the skin of his shaft being stretched to the point of beginning to tear. He licked against his dry, dark lips, and then wrapped his mouth around the bear’s cock, dabbing his tongue against the flared urethra.

“Shit, too hard!” Jimmy said, the bear’s tongue slipping between his teeth. His eyes scrunched down, as the aching of the hyena’s pulling on his balls. “Let up! Let up!”

“No,YOU let up! Let up your thick seed!” the dhole whispered in his ear, his fingers squeezing, the bear’s purplish black cock bulging between his steely grip. “Let it alllll out buddy!” He pressed a claw down into the bear’s piss slit, stabbing it roughly down into that seeping urethra.

Jimmy screamed, climaxing, his cock squirting a thick puddle of seed out around the dhole’s finger, that jammed against the tip of his cock, as if to keep it in.

Those fingers pulled, twisting, and Jimmy’s mouth clamped shut. He felt something land on his chest, a hot spattering of blood squirting from the end of his tongue where he had bit off the tip. His eyes opened, and he stopped breathing, as that canine hand twisted, ripping, tugging the whole of the bear’s big cock right out of his crotch. Even as he climaxed. He felt it sliding along his inner walls, tickling raw and burning, as down below the hyena twisted, yanked, snapping and tearing skin and cords, claiming the bear’s balls for himself!

“There we go” Maxwell purred, as he felt the older bear’s stubby cock start to pulse. “Just let it happen, let alllll that stress come out!” he encouraged. His fingers began to close, his open hand slowly folding in on itself, and those heavy balls pressed against each other, their sides flattening, the marshmallowy soft tissues yielding beneath those firm fingers that gripped and squeezed.

The bear howled as he felt something pressing Out from within, a great, overwhelming wave of pleasure. He spurted, no, spurted wasn’t the word, Ejected his pleasure, his stress out over the lion’s stroking, gripping fingers. Thick, paste-like seed, splattering and clumping out over fingers and cock, thudding hot and slick and wet, coagulating on his belly and chest. Those lion fingers kept crumpling inwards, kneading, feeling the ruptured testicles pissing,thickly steaming out from between his fingers, the bloated bagskin directing them upwards - the only place the goop could go. To splat and sploop out of that pulsing shaft.

“HNNNG!” both bears said,slumping back against where they reclined. Jimmy stared, jaws open, blood pooling over his teeth as the two canids stood up with his equipment. They traded with each other, whooping at the weight and size. 

“Oh yeah, Miranda’s gonna LOVE these!” The dhole said, as he opened the door to the steam room.

“Fuck yeah!” The hyena saluted the debauched bear with his own cock, tapping it against his forehead. “Beats the hell out of raw hamburger!” And closed the door behind him.

“Wait.. wait... wait!WAIT!!!!” Jimmy shouted, jumping to his feet. He winced, grabbing the towel, pulling it to his hot, empty crotch. The hallway was empty though, as he burst out of the steam room.

Well, almost empty. Down the hall, Uncle came out of a room, holding a towel around his waist, swaying wobbly.

“Uncle Frank!” Jimmy shouted, hobbling down the hallway. “We gotta get out of here, we gotta... Uncle Frank?”

His uncle just smiled, tired, weary. “You were right, Jimmy, this place was JUST what I needed.” His belly and chest were painted with grayish glops of seed and... Jimmy didn’t want to guess, but in the back of his mind, he already knew. A blob of it slid off of his paunch, splatting into the soft carpeting. “I can’t believe how relaxed I am!”