The List

The List.

Author's Note: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun, writing is just a hobby for me. And it should go without saying, but I'll say it anyway, this story is just a fantasy, so there's no need to cry and get all salty in the comments.

Some of the dialogue uses strong - sometimes derogatory language. If that's not your thing, read it anyway since you clicked on it.

Enjoy.

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"So, what is it that they're going to do to me in there?" asked Steven.

"My god, Steven," sighed Susan, "We're getting a full body massage, a nice facial, pedicure and manicure. The whole package." The Ocean View Country Club was one of the most exclusive clubs in the country. You could only become a member via an invitation or a recommendation, even with a recommendation from former secretary of state, Madison Van Allen, the acceptance process was a slow one.

A few weeks ago, Susan had been gifted two coupons for a complete spa experience. Unfortunately for her, not one of her friends was available to join her. She decided to invite her husband to a spa experience. She knew he would refuse, God forbid, Mr. Steven Winslow, president of the Kessler Bank would go to a spa, but she also knew he would give in after a few days of pestering.

"I don't understand why you think this is a bad thing. Didn't you tell me last week that your lower back has been hurting? And two days ago, I heard you say something about your legs being sore as well."

"Yeah, my lower back has been killing me, I must've slept wrong or something. My legs are sore from of all the cycling I've been doing with Emily."

"Regardless of the reason, you can tell the guy to focus on those spots," She smiled. "He'll give you a nice, relaxing massage. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Oh yeah, that sounds fantastic. I can't wait to get massaged by a guy." he replied sarcastically. "Want me to kiss him as well?"

"Of course," she muttered. "You've gotta be kidding me. Is that what this is about? I didn't know I married a teenager. It's just a massage Steven."

"Yeah, yeah..." he grumbled. Susan was used to those types of comments. Her husband had always been a "pink is for girls" type of man. Susan loved him dearly but some of his...macho intolerance irked her at times, it was so unnecessary. She wouldn't be surprised if he thought coming to a spa was gay or effeminate.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Winslow!" the receptionist beamed. "You're here for your two o'clock appointment, correct?"

"Hi Stephanie! Yes, I am! I finally found someone to join me." Steven watched with a bemused expression as the two women exchanged pleasantries, laughing, and giggling like schoolgirls. It was funny to see his wife speak to the receptionist as if she didn't come to this very spa every week, the only difference now was the fact that they had gifted her a whole experience...probably due to how much she visited the spa with her friends.

"And you must be Mr. Winslow," Stephanie smiled "I've heard a lot about you."

"Good things, I hope," he smirked, shaking the girl's hand.

"Sometimes," Susan chuckled.

"Please take a seat, I'll bring over your massage therapists." Susan and Steven sat in the lobby. From where he was sitting, Steven could see the golf course; it was a beautiful day and yet here he was about to get a massage by some guy.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," his mind muttered.

Barely five minutes had passed, when Stephanie approached them. "Mr. and Mrs. Winslow."

Steven watched as a pretty blonde girl entered the lobby, immediately greeting his wife; of course, she knew her. The girl introduced herself as Lily. Moments later, another young woman entered.

"Mr. Winslow, this is Oliver, he'll be your therapist for today," said Stephanie.

Steven narrowed his eyes. "Oliver? That's a guy?! What the fuck?! Holy shit, they look more like women every day."

Oliver was average height with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes with soft and very delicate girlish features. "Hi, Mr. Winslow!" he beamed. "It's a pleasure to meet, you can call me Ollie. Oliver is too formal."

"Yeah, hi...Susan, can I talk to you for a second?" Steven glared at his wife.

"Alone."

"Sure, Stephanie just give us one second." Steven pulled his wife to the side.

As the couple retreated to talk in private, Ollie scanned Mr. Winslow. Ollie knew it wasn't right to "judge a book by its cover" but just by looking at Mr. Winslow he could tell he one of those...a man's man. He was a very tall man with broad back and shoulders, he had very strong looking arms and nice strong chest hidden under the polo shirt he was wearing. He looked to be around 40 to 45 years old, and of course filthy rich, based on the Patek Phillipe watch on his wrist.

A small smile appeared on his face; Ollie knew if he played his cards right, Mr. Winslow would become another name on his list.

Susan knew what the problem was, she just wanted to hear it from his husband. "Susan you can't be serious," he said.

Her eyes narrowed and a Cheshire cat grin appeared on her face. "Is there a problem Steven?"

"You really expect me to get a massage from that little twink?"

Susan gasped. "Steven!" she hissed. "Don't say that word! What's the matter with you? So, Ollie is a little effeminate, so what?

"A little? Susan look at him! He even looks like a girl! Like, what am I even looking at?! You probably planned this didn't you? I knew you were going to pull some of your bullshit. You should've brought one of your friends instead, you know the ones who don't do anything besides swipe their husbands credit cards all day."

"Steven, Ollie is one of the best massage therapists here, if anything you're lucky there was an opening to fit you in, he's almost always full."

"I'm not getting a massage, you can go. I'll wait for you out here."

"Oh my god," Susan was exasperated, its as if he was stuck in time. "Steven, we are getting this massage because is a couple's spa experience. If you don't go, then I can't go. Stop being such a homophobe and just get the massage."

"I'm not a homophobe."

"Oh, you're not? And what would you call it then?" she smirked, taunting him. "You act as if you're going to catch it or something."

Steven stared at his wife, he knew he would be getting that massage whether he liked it or not. "You better not tell anyone, Susan."

"Yes Steven, I won't tell any of your little golf friends that you got a massage," she sighed. "Can we go now? This is ridiculous."

Steven sighed. "My back is killing me, so I might as well but don't ever say I don't do things for you."

"Of course, dear! Thank you so much for getting this massage for me. You are so brave," She replied in a sarcastic tone. "I hope you make it back in one piece."

Steven glared daggers at her as she turned around and began walking back to Stephanie. "We're all set Stephanie! Sorry about that."

"I cannot believe this bullshit," Steven muttered.

"Great! Mrs. Winslow you follow Lily and Mr. Winslow you follow Ollie."

"See you later, dear" Susan gave him a quick kiss. "Don't. Be. Rude to him," she whispered in his ear.

Steven watched as his wife disappeared behind the glass door. He turned to meet Ollie's blue eyes. Who smiled and said, "shall we?", as he gestured towards the door.

"Sure" Steven grumbled.

They walked through the glass doors. There were five doors on each side. He didn't see which door his wife had entered. As they walked down the hall, Steven couldn't help but stare at Ollie. He even looked like a girl from behind, even the way he sashayed his hips was like a woman. Steven stared at his tight, round ass as he walked.

"Jesus," he muttered. Ollie was wearing an all-black uniform, resembling nurse scrubs, which highlighted his trim hourglass figure.

Ollie suppressed a smile, he could feel Steven's on his derriere. Even if he hid behind that macho bravado of his, Ollie knew his perfect ass would be ogled. Ollie took great care of his figure; his sister owned a yoga and pilates studio where he toned and molded his curves perfectly. It sent a delicious thrill through his body knowing older men like Mr. Winslow undressed him with his eyes.

They reached the third door on the left. The room was big, it smelled of lavender and shea. There was a small mahogany table on the opposite side of the room with a few towels, black rocks, candles and other massage related items and of course a large, black leather massage table in the middle.

"So, Mr. Winslow," Ollie smiled. "I assume this is your first time getting a massage?"

"Yeah, it is. I came here cause my wife made me."

"Of course." Ollie thought. "Well, there's no need to be nervous or anxious. A massage is supposed to be a relaxing and serene experience. You booked a full body massage but are there any specific areas you want me to focus on?"

"Actually, there are. I work at a bank so I spend most of my day sitting in my office or in meetings. My lower back is killing me and as per my daughter's suggestion, I've also started getting into cycling and my thighs are a little sore as well."

"Perfect," Ollie suppressed a grin. "I can definitely help you with that. Shall we get started?"

"I do have one question though."

"Of course, feel free to ask anything Mr. Winslow."

"Do I have to be...you know...naked?"

"No, not at all Mr. Winslow. You can remove whatever you feel comfortable removing. You can even remain fully clothed if you like, but you did book a full body massage. The best massages are given completely nude. Obviously, you will be covered with a towel, and if you do want me to focus on your lower back and so on, I do recommend you remove your clothes but like I said, the choice is yours. Whatever makes you comfortable."

"I see..." Steven pondered.

"In the meantime, I'll just go and get the oil. Here's your towel," said Ollie handing him a freshly pressed towel "I'll be right back Mr. Winslow."

Ollie left Steven deep in thought, but he knew that by the time he came back, Steven was going to be naked under the towel. Most of the men who come here are because their wives or daughters forced them to. Ollie wasn't stupid; he knew that Steven's hesitation on getting the massage was because he was a femboy, which was probably what he was probably whispering to his wife earlier.

Others might have been offended, but not Ollie. He saw it as an opportunity, men like Steven were his favorite. He smiled wickedly as he grabbed the black and gold bottle of oil. In reality, there was nothing that Ollie loved more than massaging and milking straight married men like Steven. He just needed to teach Steven to let go of his trepidations and that "old fashioned" prejudice of his. He would be a new a man after this massage.

Ollie had a list of 9 names. Nine had been the men he had milked on his massage table, all straight and all married and now Steven would become his 10th. The list included the names of 4 CEO's, 1 pastor, 1 senior executive, 2 senators and the owner of a football team. Steven just didn't know he needed his...horizons broadened.

Steven might very well resist Ollie's suggestions. If that turned to be the case, Ollie knew he wouldn't push it because at the end of the day he was dealing with the rich and powerful, it could cost him his job and much more.

But those who dare, win.

"I could be playing a nice round of golf right now," Steven muttered as he hopped up onto the black-leather massage table. The towel was a little short, he would've liked a longer towel. A shiver went through his body as his naked body came in contact with the leather. He laid face down on the table, trying to get himself comfortable and to avoid the fact that his bare cock was pressed against the leather table.

A few minutes later Steven heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," he replied.

"All set?" Ollie asked.

"Yeah...I think,"

Ollie closed the door, locking it; he glanced at the chair in the corner and saw a pair of boxers on top of a pair of pants. He smiled mischievously as he strode into room. Steven was completely naked under the small towel.

"So, your lower back has some tension, correct?" Steven stiffened up when he felt Ollie's hand trace his back.

"Y-yeah, for the past two weeks. I've tried stretching here and there to loosen the muscles up a bit, but I don't think it's really working."

"I see...and I assume your glutes are sore as well? I'm only asking because I believe you said something about bike riding?"

"Yeah, a little but..."

"I will work on your glutes as well," Ollie interrupted. "I've seen this issue many times Mr. Winslow. The discomfort you are feeling is a mix of bad positioning and muscle soreness caused by exercise. Muscle soreness occurs when muscles and the connective tissue around them gets damaged during exercise. This damage comes in the form of tiny microtears, which trigger inflammatory responses."

"My guess is that you started bike riding somewhat recently?"

Steven was impressed, even though he didn't look like it, the kid certainly knew his stuff. "Yeah, I just started like four days ago."

"Yeah, I thought so. Muscle soreness doesn't actually begin right after strenuous exercise, or even on that same day," Ollie continued. "You don't actually feel sore until about 24 to 72 hours after your workout. This is why it's called delayed onset muscle soreness, or DOMS but don't worry Mr. Winslow, I'll make all that tension disappear." He licked his lips.

"S-sure, whatever works for you and please call me Steven." Steven didn't really know what to say. His explanation made perfect sense to him, as if a doctor had just explained it to him.

"Alright Steven, I'm going to start with your back and make my way down."

Ollie made sure to provide the smallest towel available, just to make things easier. The white towel barely covered anything. This was going to be fun.

"Just breathe and try to relax, Steven..., you're going to love this!"

Steven heard a bottle crack open and felt warm oil being drizzled all over his back. The oil had a nice vanilla scent and another smell he couldn't pinpoint. Ollie's hands move the oil around until his entire back and sides were wet with it. Steven's body was tense for a few minutes before he started to relax under Ollie's magical touch.

Ollie started to massage various places where Steven didn't even know he'd be tense. He groaned at the wonderful sensation, sinking into the comfort of the table as the first knots of stress in his tense body started to loosen. Steven couldn't help but think that Ollie had strong hands for a boy his size.

"That feels nice, right?" Ollie smiled.

"Feels amazing." Steven groaned. Ollie kneaded his shoulders and back for a few minutes before slowly sliding his hands across his shoulder blades and down to his lower back.

Steven let out a loud groan when Ollie began to massage his lower back. "Right there," he grunted when Ollie pressed on his right side.

"Yeah, you have a lot of tension on this side, we're going to have to really work your muscles out hard today. You just need to let me know if anything becomes too painful, okay?" Ollie said as his hands molded into Steven's back.

"Oh, lord," Steven thought. He could feel his dick twitch and thicken between his legs. Ollie's massage was causing his hips to move and rub against the table.

Ollie smiled as he massaged Steven into submission. Married straight men always became putty in his hands. It didn't matter if they tried to fight it, the massage always disarmed them. Whenever people talked about "neglect" or "frustration" they usually refer to women, and just like in porn and in erotica this also applied in real life.

"The neglected housewife", "The lonely wife or mother", or something along those lines. Ollie was no psychologist, but he thought it had something to do with the allure or maybe the forbidden aspect of the scenario. That is just the way the human mind is wired.

Ollie had quickly come to realize that neglect and frustration also applied to men. Just like husbands neglected their wives for whatever reason, wives did the same to their husbands, but it was only pointed out whenever a man neglected his spouse. Not the other way around.

Why? That was a question for the women to answer. Ollie was gay so his circumstances were different, but in reality, most of the men he massaged hadn't had sex in months, sometimes even years. Ollie just provided a safe space for them to let go of those frustrations and stress.

Their wives, sons or daughters didn't have to know anything. As far as they were concerned their husbands and/or fathers was getting a nice a massage and relaxing massage.

A few minutes passed in silence as Ollie worked the worst of the tightness out of his back. It was incredible. Each of his hands covered most of his back, yet his fingers didn't feel clumsy at all. Exactly the opposite, it felt like they could tune each individual nerve in Steven's back exactly the way they wanted.

Ollie kept the towel in place as he worked Steven's lower back. It was lower than his faint tan line, so he was still able to massage his entire back with only a few wandering fingertips going under the towel's edge.

As he kept massaging, Ollie could see the edge of Steven's delicious mounds. Ollie's little dicklet began to harden in the gusset of his thong. Steven tried shifting his hips and spreading his legs just enough, hoping to position his growing erection better.

"Steven since I have to massage your glutes, I think is better if I remove the towel." Ollie said.

"What? Can't you just massage under the towel?"

"I mean...I can try but the towel is not going to allow me to position my hands correctly."

"Ollie, I-I'm naked under this towel, I don't know..."

Ollie smirked. "Don't worry Steven, I do this all the time. You don't have to worry about anything. The door is closed and it's just us here. The privacy and comfort of our members is of great importance here at the Ocean View Spa."

"But you can keep the towel on if it makes you feel more comfortable." Ollie said hoping he would take his bait.

Steven swallowed hard; he didn't know what to do. It wasn't really his nakedness he was worried about, but the growing erection the small towel was not going to be able to cover, the prospect of exposing himself to Ollie mortified him. On the other hand, he couldn't deny the massage felt fantastic and he wanted Ollie to keep massaging him.

After pondering for a few seconds, he gave in. "Fine, you can... remove the towel,"

"Perfect," Ollie grinned wickedly. He pulled the towel from Steven's glutes in one swift movement. Steven gasped softly as he felt the cool air on his exposed cheeks.

"Oh. My. God." mouthed Ollie as he stared at the large man lying on the table. Steven clearly worked out and sported a very nice, well sculpted, spankable butt.

"Just breathe, Steven. There's no need no to be nervous, you are in good hands," Steven heard the bottle crack open again.

He inhaled sharply as Ollie drizzled a generous amount of oil all over his backside. Steven could feel the warm oil trickle from his tailbone to his asshole, down the perineum to his scrotum all the way down to his hot shaft.

Steven audibly moaned when Ollie pressed his palm into his gluteus muscle and held it there, pressing into him. "How does that feel?" Ollie asked as he ran his hands down and over each globe several times.