Massage Me
by Alex Carbine
This one is for Michael, who suggested the theme when he e-mailed me.
Chapter Seven.
The Gentleman's Club. (part 2)
At the top of the stairs I decided to turn left and go anti-clockwise, visiting every third door, for no other reason than it had come into my head not to do the usual thing. So, the third door I came to, I walked straight in.
A man was handcuffed to the laddering that was on the walls. He was naked and his cock was hard stiff. One of the 'boys' was there with a cat-o-nine-tails whip. There were three other adults present, one wanking as he sat, the other two on the floor 69ing as they watched. The 'boy' whipped the man on the chest, not very hard, but enough to leave marks. I left them to it.
There were 24 doors around the four walls, 6 to each wall. I went into the next third doorway, which was in the corner of the room. A man was laying on his back in a sling, with his feet up in the stirrups of the supporting chains. Two men were watching a third as he inserted his white greased fist into the rectum of the man in the sling, up to his elbow. One man was wanking himself, the other was wanking himself as he sucked the fister. A fourth man was having his cock sucked by the man being fisted, holding onto the frame with both hands, his cock firmly thrust into the mouth of the man on his back. I left them to it.
On the next wall the third door presented me with a group orgy. Several 'boys' and their partners were strewn around the room either standing, kneeling sat or laying, but each couple were fucking or sucking, some their partners, some other partners, but all were engaged in some form of sex. I lingered in the doorway, wanking my rampant hard-on, but I could see no real opening for me. I left them to it.
The next doorway I entered was on the next corner. The lights were very dim in here and it was only when my eyes adjusted to the gloom that I saw there was a massage table near the opposite wall. As I approached it the light from the chandeliers in the hall outside disappeared. I looked behind me and the door had been closed. "I thought that nothing was Private, no door was closed," I said aloud, wondering what room I had walked into.
Again it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the very low light, but now I was able to see that there were six 'boys' in this room. Two were laying on a sofa, one wanking the other's cock as they lay together, cuddling and kissing. One was on his knees on all fours, and there was a 'boy' at his rear, fucking him, and a 'boy' at his head, also fucking him. The sixth boy was the one who closed the door behind me. "Punters can't lock the doors, 'cos they don't have keys..... We do, Mister." He let that sink in for a couple of seconds. "Wanna stay, or wanna go?" he asked simply. In this dim light I could see that he was slowly wanking his cock as he waited for my answer. "So long as I can walk away without any blood being shed," I answered, "I think it's a STAY."
The 'boy' came over to me and pushed himself against my side, his stiff cock at my front, a hand round my shoulder. "What shall we call you?" he asked feeling my cock with his other hand. "I answer to Alex, Alex Carbine," I said. "You the guy that writes stories?" asked a 'boy' without a moment's hesitation, as he fucked the ass of the lad on all fours. "Yes, I am that Alex Carbine." There was a moment's silence. Then the lad hanging off my shoulder unwound himself and went over to the door. The lights raised up enough to be able to see without using Braille.
"Wow! Are you really THE Alex Carbine, the guy who writes THOSE stories?" he asked as he came back from the door. "Well, Yes. I am the writer Alex Carbine," I said feeling a bit unsure at the adulation I was getting. "You look older than I thought," said the one fucking the mouth on the floor. My balloon burst. "Not that it matters, of course," he added hastily, but the damage was done. "Young man, you are only as old as the boy you are feeling," I said with a straight face, and he looked contrite until he worked out what I had just said. "Fuck off," he said with a smile, using probably the maximum extent of his vocabulary. "By the way," I said, "exactly how old are you all?"
"It says we are all over 18 on our contracts," said one of the two laying on the sofa, "and we would never need to lie...... Honest Mister!" he said. By the way the others laughed hollowly, I felt that the truth had been slightly stretched, but who was I to question a legal contract? And I did not often have six youths around me in a locked room.
"So what brings you here?" asked Matt, the doorkeeper. "It is a pure accident. I am in London for a meeting, and was trying to find an address, when I became lost. Walking down the street outside, I saw others entering, so followed them in. That's it in a nutshell," I said. "Christ!" said the other one on the sofa, "A fucking fluke. One in a million!" I was later to find out he was Greg and his mate wanking him was Hal. "So how come you know of me?" I asked the mouth fucker, named Art, who had been the first to recognise my name. "Easy," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "I've read Nifty for several years now, and your writing keep on popping up." "I expect you are read all over the world," volunteered 'the one in the middle' now his mouth was not full of cock, named Will. "Well I have had e-mails from most of the continents of the world, from America to India," I said. "Wow" interjected the ass fucker called Viv, "I've never met an 'International Author' before." "That's 'cos you nevver met a Author before, Viv, that's why!" sneered Matt, who appeared to be their Leader.
By this time my cock had lost its' 'eagerness', and so I asked what the boys were going to do with me. "What would you like, Mr Carbine. The world is your lobster, as Delboy would say!" said Hal, sitting up. I motioned to the massage table. "I've had a busy day, an exciting evening so far, and I would love a massage from you guys. Can you do that?" I asked. "I think we may be able to accommodate you, Sir," said Matt, looking at the others. They all nodded back to him. "In that case," he continued, "If Sir would like to get his kit awf, we would be eager to oblige."
When I removed my towel, Greg commented, "Nice ring you got there!" as the light reflected off my cock-ring. Quick as a flash his mate Hal asked, "You talking 'bout the front of the back?" I climbed onto the table and Matt lowered the lights to a comfortable low level. I now left myself in the hands of these young sexual maniacs.
Laying on my front, with my legs apart, my arms by my side and my head in the padded hole at the end of the table, I waited for something to happen. My first sensation was that warmed oil, smelling of lavender, was gently smoothed over my shoulders. Matt's voice near my head said, "You are in one of the Gentleman's Club massage rooms. This one we normally reserve for ourselves, but fortunately for us, you walked in before I locked the door. Just relax and put yourself in our hands. We are going to lead you down a path you have never experienced. Nothing bad will happen, and if you are unsure then tell us to stop, and we will stop, and try something else. OK? Stop is stop." I nodded that I understood. I felt less anxious.
I now felt the oil was being smoothed over my shoulders by two boys, each working their own side. Then each of my legs were anointed with warm oil and gently rubbed, individually. Then my buttocks were being rubbed and I felt the excess oil run down my crack and across my hole to my balls. For about a minute or two, the boys ministrated to the whole of my exposed back.
I had my eyes closed, until I heard a childish giggle from what appeared to be below me. Looking down, I looked into the face of Art, the mouth fucker. "Allo!" he said with a grin, "Fancy wrapping your laughing gear round this, and doing something naughty?" and with that his face disappeared as his body slid out from under the table on a platform not unlike that which a car mechanic uses. His semi-erect cock came into view. I would say he was probably about normal sized for his age, circumcised, and obviously willing. The platform rose as he jacked it up, until I had no choice but to suck his now almost hard erection. At the same time, whoever was massaging my buttocks now chose the time to push an oiled butt plug of some kind into my ass, not too big but big and long enough. I let him. It felt nice. I was now sucking a boy's cock, and having my ass filled with a butt plug. What more could I ask?
A hatch in the table were my cock was opened, and my cock and balls fell through as they were now unsupported. A not-adult hand took my stiff cock and started to wank it. Another fondled my balls. Someone removed the plug and replaced it with a rubber cock. I relaxed and let the unyielding helmet enter my anus, followed by, it felt like, more than 6 inches of solid and veined shaft. Plus I was almost deep throating Art's cock. And my shoulders and buttocks continued to be massaged. What next?
I lay for the next few minutes accepting their treatment gratefully. It was marvellous! Then the dildo was withdrawn. What next I wondered? Nothing changed until I felt one of the boys climb onto the table with me, to lay on top and along my back. He was not heavy. I felt his hard cock on my perineum, the skin between my hole and behind my balls. He humped me a few times without actually entering me. Then he did. And he was bigger than I expected, but not too big, seeing as I had been opened up with the dildo. He slid his cock into me and then rested, to let me feel his width and length. He filled my ass, and stretched my ring, but I was able to cope. No call for 'Stop!' yet.
Then he started to fuck me. With long slow strokes he thrust and withdrew, each way his cock touching the bits it needed to inside me, whilst my cock was given an expert blow-job and the inside of my mouth was massaged by Art's cock. I realised then that Art was the only operative I knew to be where he was. The rest were now faceless but proving to be expert in their particular field. That was why the room had six boys in it.
When I could feel my balls tightening in someone's grasp, Art's cock withdrew, the blow-job stopped, the boy climbed off my back after the cock pulled out of my ass. I lay there in the semi-dark with my eyes closed. Matt's voice, close to my ear, told me, "It's too early to cum, Alex. Do you want to turn over now?" I opened my eyes and saw the floor. The light had been turned up a few notches and I turned on my side and swung my feet over the side of the table. They were standing in a line, like six of Snow White's dwarfs. Art was gently wanking his hard-on. I guessed Greg and Hal were the boys at my cock. Will and Viv were probably the masseurs. Matt was the one who fucked me. I think. All still had the permanent erections that seemingly were requisite with the job.
The hatch in the middle of the table was closed and the head hole plugged, with a pillow put over it to give my head a bit of support. I lay on my back and again relaxed with my hands by my side. This time I could see who was doing what. Greg and Hal started spreading the warm oil over my chest, their palms brushing over my nipples, causing them to go hard. Art and Viv started on my legs, Art massaging the soles of my feet, Viv each leg in turn from ankle to just above my knees. Will and Matt stood either side of me, I guess Will was on a step-up, as he was not as tall as Matt. They both leaned against the table and filled each of my hands with their balls. I lay relaxed, accepting from each their gift as they gave it. Will and Matt started to run their oily cocks into my hands, which I rolled closed, so that their stiff cocks began to fuck my fingers and palms, the tops of their helmets running across the underneath of my curled fingers. I watched as they leaned over me and kissed, their cocks in my hands, pulsing and twitching.
Then they withdrew and Will climbed up on to the table. Facing me, he put his knees either side of my stomach, his legs wide, his little cock stiff and proud. I took hold of his cock and gave it a few pumps, before he leaned forward, stopping my wanking but enabling him to give me a kiss. Our lips met. His mouth opened. His tongue pushed into my mouth, letting mine enter his. Then he rocked back upright, but Matt now held my stiff cock, and he guided it to Will's tight hole, the same hole that had recently been fucked by Viv, and so was easier to enter now. Holding it at Will's entrance, Matt's hand came round his body and started to wank Will's cock as he sank back onto my cock. I watched his face as it concentrated, and felt his ring relax and slide down my rock hard cock. Halfway down he rested and looked into my face and smiled. "Don't worry," he said, "I play with big toys as well!" and with that he let his body drop so that I was fully impaled in his love-glove and he was sitting firmly on my cock-ring. He brought his knees up and sat completely filled, with Matt doing his best now to suck the stub of his cock showing out of his lap. I was able to reach Matt's cock and he let me wank him.
With his feet either side of my chest, and his hands behind him near my knees, Will was able to raise and lower himself, his stiff cock now able to be easily sucked by Matt as he raised and lowered himself on my prick. Viv reached in and began to play with my balls and rub his fingers across my hole. Greg climbed up and showed me the butt-plug he had stuck in his ass before turning round and and kneeling either side of my chest, where I was able to suck his cock and play with the plug in his ass, pulling it in and out. He was oozing his clear boy pre-cum in my mouth, a very distinctive taste on my tongue. I felt the hatch in the table under my bum open again, and at Matt's request, used my hands to pull my bum cheeks apart. I don't know if it was Viv or Art, but the cock dildo was re-entered into my hole, and it began to fuck me.
So, Matt was sucking Will, whilst I was still wanking him, and Will was fucking up and down on my cock. Greg was filling my mouth with his sweet nectar. It must have been Art who was shafting me with the rubber dildo from under the table, as Hal and Viv appeared in my sight on either side of my head and commenced some serious wanking. I was able to watch their hands pump up and down their cocks, Viv had a foreskin which slid over and back off his helmet, and see their balls swing forwards and back in their sacks as they wanked themselves.
Then Greg pulled out of my mouth and started wanking furiously as well. It was Hal who leaned in first with a "Open your mouth!" shout. I opened my mouth and he shot a couple of ropes of his watery spunk into it, before dribbling the rest off his hand and cock slit. Then Viv leaned in and I was able to suck him as he wanked until he shot his boy load into the back of my throat, spurting wildly some six and seven times before he was spent. Then Greg pushed him away. I watched as his piss slit seemed to open up and spunk globs spurted onto my nose and top lip as he pumped his cock. Then it spurted again and it went into my hair. Then another spurt as he continued to pump, and that landed on my cheek, almost into my right eye. Then he pushed his hips forward and I was able to suck the remaining offerings directly from his tube.
Matt pulled away from Will's cock and it began spurting into the air at first as he bumped up and down my hard erection, then dribbling down the shaft as it simply boiled up out of his balls. Each time he shot his cum, his ass clenched my cock, then he continued to do this until I came my lumps some seconds later, flooding myself deep into his intestines as I emptied my full-to-the-brim testicles, the ring muscle of my hole gripping again and again at the shaft of the rubber cock stuck in my ass.
Will sat on my cock without moving, apparently enjoying the sticky feeling of me stuck up inside him. Matt stood on one side and Art on the other of me. Like Hal and Viv, they wanked themselves fast and furiously, but unlike those two, they had stuffed dildos into their bums, and were working them as they wanked. I reached my arms round them and took hold of the fuck-sticks, pushing and pulling them in and out of their bums as they wanked to their climax, each cumming over my face, and each other, as the first spurt of each of them was so strong it missed me completely, hitting the other's body, to dribble obscenely towards their cocks as they wanked and emptied themselves.
We had now all cum and the boys were full of excitement and chatter in which I joined. They showed me a shower room adjoining, and it was a big enough 'wet room' for all of us to enjoy a mutual soap down and shower. All the boys washed each other and took great delight in soaping and washing me, especially my cock, balls and hole, all of which had had enough for that night.
I picked up the towel I had left on the sofa, dried myself and wrapped it round me. The boys clustered round me and I was able to kiss each one before Matt opened the door and bid me "Farewell, Alex. Please cum back. You'll always be welcomed!" "And I'll continue to read your stories," said Art with a sad wave. "Who knows, you may even see yourself in a story," I said. "Nah!" he said, "They would never believe it!"
This story continues in Chapter 8. (Part 3). Never Enough.
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