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8:12 P.M. \ Cloudy
Dossoles Private Spa dormitory, Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals Inc.
“...I need to take my clothes off for the massage??”
“Yes, Doctor, all of it,”Mr. Nothing replied, stressing the word for emphasis. “Oils concocted and prepared by yours truly," the blue-plumed Liberi waved his hands in a flourish, "Need to be applied directly to the skin for best efficacy,” the Yen martial artist motioned to a stack of small white towels beside Dr. Hayashi, “Help yourself to a lap towel if you are so inclined for modesty,” he added with a dismissive hand before preparing some reed diffuser sticks.
Facing a table placed flush to the wall, the Doctor removed his black trainers and socks. His black gym hoodie jacket, with the trademark reflective blue and white details of Rhodes Island uniforms, was shrugged off along with the black weighted straps crossed over his chest. He pulled the white tank top up over his head, before folding all his clothes into a neat pile on the table. He wrapped the small towel around his waist before shyly removing his black gym pants and underwear, which he also folded before adding to the aforementioned pile.
The operator and part-time masseur waited patiently as he watched his client throughout the process until the doctor faced him with an expectant look, to which he said, “Lie face down on the massage table, the hole is there for your face to rest on.”
The field commander climbed onto the padded bed, shifting around awkwardly to keep the towel around his hips secure until he finally settled in, face comfortably resting on the face cradle, arms up on either side of his head. He jolted when he felt his lap towel pulled apart from under him, pushing his upper body up off the bed, he turned to look behind him at the Liberi responsible.
“Relaaax, Doctor! I’m replacing it with this to keep you warm,” the Yen operator soothed as he deftly covered the Doctor's body with a large thick towel, then folded a corner to expose one of the calves. “I’m starting with your legs,“ the masseur announced as he poured oil on his palm before kneading from the foot upwards.
“Ah,” Doctor flinched as he felt Mr. Nothing’s fingers press and slide gently yet firmly against his foot.
“Ticklish?” the operator asked in a playful tone as his hands traveled around the foot and up the ankle.
“N-no…”
“Just let me know if you want me to go harder or lighter. I’ll adjust accordingly.”
He sighed, “It’s fine, thanks,” relaxing to his touch, “Feels amazing,” he mumbled.
Hands slicked more oil up the calf, expertly finding the pressure points as fingers rubbed and slid over and across toned muscles, “You’re in better shape than I expected, Doctor.”
“I started joining Mountain in the training room to workout,” the RI tactician self-consciously answered. He heaved a deep sigh, “That incense smells so… calming…”
“I brought them out especially to help you relax,” Mr. Nothing said in a soothing voice, his hands already working their magic.
“Ahh…”
“Did it hurt?” Mr. Nothing asked as his oiled hands slid firmly up his thighs.
“N-no… it feels nice. Sorry. I'm trying to be quiet but…”
“No need to hold back, Doctor. The feedback helps me home in on where you need the massage the most,” the Specialist assured. “Besides,” he continued, “Your moans sound delightful.”
“Please don't tease me,” the doctor laughed, “I'm embarrassed enough as it… ah!” He started with a yelp as he felt his butt squeezed with both hands by Mr. Nothing.
“Hurts?”
“N-no…” Dr. Hayashi struggled to maintain his composure as another moan threatened to issue out of his mouth.
“If it does I’ll stop,” he laughed softly, “Nothing to be scared of… or do you want me to stop?”
“Mmm… no,” Doctor sighed as he felt the masseur expertly slide his hands up and down along the sides of his spine, feeling himself relax and getting drowsy.
“Can you lie on your back, Doctor?”
“Hm?”
“Oh sorry, did I wake you?”
“S-sorry… I was dozing off apparently,” Hayashi yawned, feeling heavy, as he lazily turned on the bed to lie on his back, arranging the towel to cover himself like a blanket.
“No worries, Doctor. We’re almost done,” the Yan Liberi blithely removed the big towel, replacing it with the tiny lap towel from earlier. The doctor was about to voice his protest but Nothing spoke again, “Then you can sleep. As much as you have always needed, to be honest…” Mr. Nothing said with a smirk.
“You too? I don't get enough sleep, I get it! It's like everyone’s on my ass over that.”
“Indeed,” the Yen masseur agreed cryptically as he slid a hand down the back of the doctor's thigh, “It's why I brought you here, to help you get some more sleep,” bending at the knee, he planted the doctor’s foot against his own pectoral and pushed with his own body to press the doctor's knee up against his torso.
“Uh…” blushing, Doctor reached for the fallen towel to cover himself.
“Oh I don't get bothered by that! Just lie back down, relax, and let me do my job, alright?”
“Um, ok,” he meekly said. He could only close his eyes to hide his embarrassment. Taking deep breaths as the minutes went by, the doctor drifted off to sleep again.
Done massaging the shoulders and arms, the Liberi’s hands wandered around the doctor's torso, rubbing nipples into tiny stiff peaks and deft fingers sliding around the groin until the doctor's impressive shaft was fully swollen and erect. The doctor was responsive, parting his lips in moans and his legs in squirms, but nothing more.
Confirming that the doctor has fallen into deep sleep, Mr. Nothing grinned, “Finally.”
