One last stop

“You up for one more stop Matty? I booked you a spray tan if you still want to go? It’s the last thing for the day.” Kyle asked recognising the toll some of these procedures had taken on Matty already.

Matty looked at Kyle, his expression softening. "Sure," he agreed, his voice quiet and weary. "I'd like that."

With a gentle smile, Kyle led Matty and Logan to the tanning salon, which was tucked away in a cozy corner of the shopping center. The interior was modern and sleek, illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. A friendly woman greeted them at the reception desk, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw Logan's attire.

"Welcome to Sunny Palms Tanning Salon," she chirped brightly.

Kyle smiled politely, his eyes scanning the salon's array of luxurious tanning beds. "Hi," he responded, his voice confident and assertive. "We've made an appointment for a spray tan. My boyfriend Matty here needs some extra attention, is there any chance we could upgrade to a tanning bed instead?" Kyle asked thinking it would be a more lasting and quality result than the spray and would give Matty some downtime while he lay in the tanning bed.

The receptionist consulted her computer screen, her brow furrowing momentarily before a smile spread across her face. "Seems you’re in luck, we have one tanning bed available at the moment.”

The receptionist informed, her eyes lighting up with delight. “I’ll put Matty straight in there.” She added, eagerly leading Matty towards one of the most premium tanning beds. Before they left, Kyle was sure to slip Matty’s keys to the tanning assistant explaining she would need them as he knew Matty wouldn’t be able to go in the tanning bed with his collar and cage still on.

The assistant understood immediately and disappeared behind a curtain to adjust the settings and prepare the tanning bed. Matty was invited to step up in front of the tanning bed and strip, before the assistant slipped off his collar and freed his cock for the session. She assisted him into the tanning bed, strapping him securely inside.

"Now, Matty," the assistant explained, her voice patient and soothing. "Keep your eyes closed and relax. This won't be too bad at all." He closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths to steady his nerves.

The tanning bed's artificial light cast an orange hue against his eyelids, and he could smell the distinctive scent of the lotion that coated him.

Matty took one last, deep breath and allowed the tanning bed to close around him. He felt a slight vibration beneath him, signaling the beginning of the tanning cycle. As the light intensity increased, Matty focused on maintaining a state of peace and relaxation, allowing the heat to envelope him.