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Steven's eyes rolled back into his head with each strong touch from Ollie. "That's fantastic," he mumbled. His body was tense for a few minutes before he started to relax under Ollie's touch.

Ollie stared, almost hypnotized, as he kneaded the banker's mounds. He glanced at Steven, his head still in the doughnut shaped pillow. Ollie impatiently bit his lip. He wanted to take peek between Steven's legs, the curiosity killing him.

Ollie shifted his position, moving to end of the table. Ollie stifled a gasp and his eyes widened as he saw the large cock nestled between Steven's legs. Ollie resumed his massage, Steven could feel Ollie roughly gripping his cheeks and pulling them apart, getting a clear of his delicious little pink star. There, a large wet spot and some precum gathered under the large pink head, accompanied by a mouthwatering pair of large testicles.

"Holy shit...he's hung like a fucking horse! Oh yes! This is going to be very fun, indeed," Ollie had seen many cocks, one of the perks of being a massage therapist, but Steven's cock was definitely in the top three. So long and thick.

"Oh my god...." Steven muttered. He wanted to say something, but it felt so good, the words just wouldn't come out.

Ollie got more oil and spread a large amount of it over both cheeks, making sure the warm oil seeped deep into Steven's tight hole. Ollie stretched his cheeks open to expose it, then let them slap back together. Without meaning to Steven started to both relax and become aroused. The entire situation had put him in an extremely open mindset. Ollie's strong confident demeanor, as well as his magic hands made me trust him.

Steven felt a twitching in his asshole, then felt nothing but absolute pleasure! It was all very euphoric. He couldn't help but moan as he instinctively raised his hips, giving Ollie deeper access into him. Ollie pushed down Steven's cheeks and slowly spreading them outwards, revealing everything to him. Steven felt the cool air on his asshole and realized that he was totally exposed as his cheeks were spread.

The more Ollie massage, the closer and closer his fingers got to Steven's prize. Ollie's fingers crept closer and closer on and between his cheeks. Steven's relaxed brain was starting to feel some concern when Ollie's fingers lightly brushed his asshole. Steven let out a small gasp. No one had ever touched him there. He felt no need to object, since it felt fantastic, and Ollie had been completely professional. He'd never had his ass touched like this and he was amazed at how good it felt.

Ollie waited for some sort of comment or protest from Steven every time he parted his cheeks, getting a full view of his tight pink hole, but the admonishment never came.

Ollie continued massaging his tight glutes, like a baker kneading dough. Steven squirmed; he didn't think he could get such a strong erection from a massage. The bed was warm, the oil was warm, the room was warm, but he was on fire. The more Ollie massaged his ass, the stronger his erection pulsed. He could feel his cock hardening as it inched down the table.

"Oh my god, what a huge fucking cock." Ollie muttered, he stared at the snake growing before him. He could see the veins throbbing and the large puddle of pre-cum on the table.

"Goddamn," muttered Steven's as he kept grinding his hips around on the slippery table, his throbbing cock, ached pleasantly between his legs, the heavy load he had saved up after months of his wife not being in the "mood" was starting to ask for release.

Ollie massaged his hamstrings; he sensually stroked the back of his hairy thighs. He gradually moved his hands to massage his inner thighs. As he was doing this, Steven suddenly shuddered with exhilaration, he spread his legs out to expose his cock to him, giving Ollie a first-row view. The warmth of Ollie's fingers was making Steven hornier than he thought was possible. As his fingers moved up and down, he occasionally brushed up against his balls. Ollie stared at the plum sized testicles, wondering how much cream he had in there for him.

"I think it's time we do the front, please roll over Steven." That snapped Steven out of his massage induce trance. There was no way he could roll over, not with the massive pulsating erection he had.

"Um, I-I don't think so, can't you just finish the massage like this?"

"It's a full body massage, Steven. I still need to do the other side," Ollie explained.

"But..." Steven didn't really know how to explain why he couldn't roll over.

"Steven," Ollie interjected "Please, remember what I said earlier. It's just us here and the door is closed. Don't be embarrassed, I know why you might not want to roll over but that's completely normal. Please trust me, you are in good hands." Ollie said softly.

Steven swallowed the lump in his throat and rolled over, might as well get it over with. He could feel his face burning as his large erection was completely exposed. He shivered as the cool air of the room caressed his hot shaft.

"See? Doesn't that feel nice," said Ollie suppressing a smile, trying to maintain his professional façade and to not react to one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen.

"Sure," Steven muttered. As Ollie began to massage his temples and run his fingers through his hair, Steven's momentary embarrassment began to dissipate, letting Ollie's magical hands take over once more, he just relaxed and let the relaxation take over him once more.

Ollie kept running his tongue over his lips; his mouth was dry; and he couldn't stop staring at Steven's shiny cock. His own asshole twitched, anticipating how something that big must feel. Ollie oiled Steven's lower stomach and pelvic area, then started to massage the married father's abs. Using both of his hands, he spread the oil all over, avoiding Steven's hot, throbbing erection. Steven couldn't tell if Ollie was doing it on purpose or not, but every time his hands moved over his lower abs, they would barely miss Steven's leaking hard on.

Ollie decided it was time to take it up a notch. Steven stifled a gasp and watched with slight trepidation as Ollie hopped on the table and knelt between Steven's legs to massage his tense quads. "I hope you don't mind; this way allows me to massage you better." said Ollie.

Steven swallowed hard. "N-No, not at all."

He cracked the bottle open once more, pouring the scented oil over Steven's thighs and the underside of his cock. Ollie sensually rubbed his hairy legs, massaging his calves, slowly moving up to his thighs, noticing their muscularity.

"I hope you don't mind me saying but you have great definition Steven."

"And a delicious cock too."

"T-thanks," Steven stammered. His cock was pulsating needily, he needed to cum really bad and his asshole kept twitching, the feeling was becoming almost unbearable. Lust and testosterone filled his body. He stared at the young boy in front him. Ollie had a nice trim waist, tanned, skin soft feminine features, and a nice tight, perky ass hidden in that tight black outfit. The thought of sodomizing the beautiful boy seized his mind. The image of Ollie getting naked, his own glistening with oil, straddling him and...

Steven cleared his throat. "Ollie, p-please excuse my... I-I don't know." This was so embarrassing; Ollie never made a comment, but Steven's large erection was impossible for either to ignore.

Ollie smiled; he knew what he was trying to say. "It's okay, Steven. Getting an erection during a massage is completely natural. Don't be ashamed. If anything, it means the massage is working." Ollie chuckled. Ollie's eyes smiled at him while he spoke. His personality and his smile relaxed Steven.

Ollie's plan was running smoothly. He stared at Steven, scanning him. His breathing was shallow, his skin glistened in a mix of sweat and oil, his constant but subtle grinding of the hips and of course the throbbing erection begging for release.

Steven was ready.

The reason behind his raging erection wasn't the massage, per se, but the oil Ollie was using. THC infused oil, or weed lube as Ollie called it, increased sensitivity, enhanced relaxation, and caused overall improvement in sexual experiences. THC was known to have relaxing effects, helping to reduce anxiety and increase pleasure. Anal administration increased blood flow to the genitals, enhancing sensitivity and arousal.

The skin of the genitals and rectum is quite thin. The anus is lined with mucous membranes, allowing for better absorption of THC. Ollie always made sure to drizzle a generous amount of the oil over his clients' assholes.

In other words, Steven needed to cum like a racehorse and Ollie was going to milk every last drop of his thick cream out of him.

"Does it feel better, Steven?" Ollie asked as he slowly moved his hands up and down his hairy thighs.

"W-well, m-my back and legs are still a little sore, but it definitely feels way better than before."

"Mmmm...You do have a lot of tension in your muscles. Your thighs and hamstrings were like steel cables. I've done about as much as I can by just massaging you, but if you're glutes and lower back are still sore, there is something else we could try...."

"Okay...Like what?"

"We could try a...prostate massage," Ollie said with a mischievous smile.

Steven's breath caught in his throat at Ollie's suggestion. "A what?!" He knew what the prostate was, but he'd never actually heard of having it massaged before. He didn't even know that was a thing.

"I-I don't think so...I'll just book another sess-"

"I'll explain," Ollie said interrupting him. "There many pressure points along the human body. They are located in our feet, hands, neck, back and even in our face. Men have a pressure point that usually goes unnoticed for...obvious reasons. Which is the prostate."

"I'm not a faggot, Ollie."

"This has nothing to do homosexuality," said Ollie, ignoring the offensive word Steven had just used. "Prostate massages were used to treat prostatitis back in the early 20^th century but over time, they've discovered it has other benefits too."

"And how is this going to help?"

"The prostate is a walnut-shaped organ between the base of the penis and the anus that secretes a fluid in ejaculate and helps push out ejaculations. Sitting for too long and other bad work and/or life habits causes fluid build-up from poor circulation in many men. This can lead to swelling and inflammation of the prostate gland, which can lead to the strain of the back muscles among other things." Ollie stated. His voice was calm, clinical and soothing speaking authoritatively with an air of total confidence and reassurance.

In reality, this was all bullshit. Well, more specifically, the prostate massage part was a lie. There was not enough medical information about prostate massages or it's benefits.

He just googled a couple of things and put them all together. It was a conversation template Ollie came up with to make everything seem more "professional."

"But what's going to happen? You'll massage my prostate until the pain is gone?"

Ollie smiled at the man's naivete; he really didn't know. "Well, Steven. The point of this particular massage is for the...release of your seminal fluid. The release will signify the release of the pressure point relieving the strain on your back and gluteal muscles."

The room felt like a sauna. Steven was sweating; he didn't know what to do. His mind was in turmoil, but his body was in overdrive. His heart raced as the realization that, however you cut it, he was about to perform a gay act. Even if it was for his back strain or whatever, he was about to be jacked off by a boy young enough to be his son. Most significantly, he wanted it. His pulsating erection and twitching asshole were overriding any morals he might had left and slowly deleting his wedding vows.

He was married. This was going too far, but then again this had been his wife's idea.

Steven felt jittery, his hands felt clammy, like adrenaline was pumping though his system. He swallowed dryly. "Will it hurt?" he asked.

Ollie slowly rubbed circles around Steven's stomach, he was careful never to let his hand make contact with his cock. "Oh, no," Ollie grinned. "The complete opposite as a matter of fact. You will never feel a greater pleasure...and release." Ollie said softly, Steven not picking up the double meaning. "You will be a new man after this massage."

Steven felt his heartbeat in his ears, his mouth was so dry. "Do I have your permission...Mr. Winslow?" asked Ollie tracing his pink nails along his thighs making him shiver with lust.

Steven's mind was in turmoil. "Sounds like fun..." There's no way you're actually thinking about it!? You're straight! You don't do these kinds of things! "So? It's just a massage and you need to cum so fucking bad...what's wrong with trying it...just once? One and done?" But what about Susan? "Susan is not even here. She doesn't have to know. This the perfect opportunity to finally blow off some steam."

He gulped "Y-yes."

"Too, easy."

"Perfect," Ollie smiled wickedly. "If you could just scoot down a little."

Ollie sat in the middle of the table, his feet dangling on the sides. Steven slid down until his butt was over Ollie's thighs, his large legs wrapped around Ollie's hips.

Ollie drizzled oil all over the underside of his shaft, the oil trickling down all the way to his scrotum making Steven shudder from the sensation. Steven was panting, he in anticipation as Ollie reached for his shaft with his oil slicked hands "Oh, sweet Jesus," Steven groaned loudly in delight as Ollie wrapped his slender hands around his vein laced member, softly gliding his hands slowly and massaging the oil on his neglected cock.

Ollie's eyes gleamed mischievously, his could barely wrap his hand around his thick tool; he felt such power in that moment having a powerful man like Steven at his complete mercy. "Now, Steven. Is important for you to relax and just let it happen," Ollie said in a soothing voice. "There's no need for you to be nervous. Men tend to be a little apprehensive about getting their prostate massaged just because it's located in the butt, that is all in your head."

Steven's mind went blank as Ollie began to stroke him. "Woah!" Steven's eyes flew open as Ollie cupped his large balls. Gently rolling them and massaging them in his dainty hands. His balls felt so heavy, so ready to get milked.

"Such big balls," purred Ollie as he played with his giant orbs. Ollie noticed a steady flow of precum oozing from the head of his rigid dick, it took everything in him to not lean down and trace his tongue on the underside of his shaft. Ollie could feel himself leaking pre-cum, it was oozing freely inside his panties, luckily for him his scrubs were black and didn't have to worry about any wet spots.

"Ollie, I-I've just n-never had..." Steven stammered. "You know."

"Yes, I understand but there's no need for you to be so embarrassed...Believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It's just a massage. Your wife wanted you to get one, remember?" Ollie smiled ominously.

For a brief moment, Steven couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in this position. He and his wife had been arguing over him not wanting to get a massage, and now here he was, completely naked, with his legs wrapped around a young boy he met probably no more than 30 minutes ago, about to have his prostate massaged.

Steven looked up at Ollie who just smiled at him. He had never been in such a vulnerable position with his legs wide open.

Ollie's hands glistened with oil as his continued the massage. "Ollie," Steven said, trying to control the tremble in his voice. "Just please keep this...confidential. Just between us."

The other nine men had all asked for the same thing. They were all men with wives, families, status, careers and reputations. The world couldn't know what happened behind the doors of such an exclusive spa.

Funny how things worked. Just a few days ago, Senator Mike Van Riken came to the spa because his three daughters dragged him here. About 40 minutes later, the republican senator, was writhing and growling on the table as Ollie milked the shit out of him. All this happened while his daughters were getting a massage just a few doors down.

It was interesting to see how someone was quick to forget about their political views, prejudice, intolerance or homophobia once the need to cum became unbearable.

"Just between us," Ollie replied with a smile. Steven felt his legs spreading almost on their own. The horse cock was much stiffer, and precum just drooled on Ollie's hand.

"You are a very tense man, Steven," Olive said. Steven could only stare wide eyed as Ollie wrapped his soft hands around the veiny thick shaft and began to slowly slide them up and down, rubbing his forefinger slowly along the underside of Steven's well-formed cock.

"When was the last time you ejaculated?"

"I-I-I d-onn't know,"

"You don't know?" Ollie kept massaging his shaft, gliding his hands up and down. "That's not good. It's not healthy. You should ejaculate at least twice a day."

"Twice?"

"Yes, at least," Ollie said as he kept stroking, up and down as slow as possible. "Not only reduces stress and anxiety but it also reduces the risk of prostate cancer. Think of the prostate as a sponge, it absorbs many toxins and chemicals in the body, so you need to ejaculate regularly to release all that bad stuff."

"Uh-huh, yeah." Steven couldn't even focus on what Ollie what was saying.

"Besides...isn't fun to cum? To just let go of everything you've been holding in. Don't you miss that feeling of your cock getting harder and harder, thicker and thicker, the shiver that rips through your body before your delicious orgasm consumes your every fiber before everything comes out of your cock." Ollie said in a voice so sultry it could seduce a succubus. His pumping increased, he loved the way his cock felt in his hand, it was so hot and manly, the powerful veins ran like the roots of a strong tree. Using both hands, he worked them up and down his stalk, flesh gliding over slippery flesh. Ollie stared longingly at the polished knob.

"Y-You know with...with work, w-wife, two daughters. It gets very busy at times."

"I understand but you still need to leave some time for yourself as well. I'm pretty sure your wife and daughters will understand that dad needs to relax as well."

Steven groaned in delight as Ollie peeled back his foreskin revealing his thick pink head. Ollie placed both of his hands on the head of Steven's cock, grasping him at the tip and sliding his hands all the way down to the base, obscenely straightening his shaft toward the ceiling making his cock look even bigger.

"My goodness" he purred. "You have a very beautiful cock, Steven, so long hard, and thick," Ollie said almost speaking to himself more than to him. "How big is it?" Ollie licked his lips as his hands pumped his veiny shaft.

"Damn, I-I don't know," Steven couldn't even focus. The silk like hands on his manhood wouldn't let him formulate an answer. "I-I've never m-measured it."

"Well, my hands aren't that big but I'd say eight...nine inches, perhaps even ten inches," Ollie smirked "I'll make sure to bring a measuring tape for our next session."

Steven swallowed. "Next session?"

"Oh yes," said Ollie in a low, sultry voice. "Like I said before, you are a very tense man. I think two, maybe three sessions with me a week will get rid of all that tension, stress and anxiety." Unbidden, his fingers ran along the shaft. Ollie marveled at the shiny cock head.

"Fuck," the frustrated father breathed with pleasure, Ollie decided to up the ante and it was time milk Steven. Ollie moved his fingers down to his perineum, tracing and gently massaging it. Steven tensed up as Ollie's middle finger circled his pink sphincter.