His Surrender
His Surrender by Lou Bealy
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Phil
laid face down on the massage table. He decided not to strip
completely naked but he did take off his sweats and a tee shirt,
leaving him in his boxer shorts. He also covered himself in the
blanket provided so he felt a little more comfortable. The slight
perfume smell and the sound of waves lapping at the shore playing
from the speakers also helped him to relax and get ready for his
first massage.
“I’m
ready!” he called out and a moment later the door swung open.
It
was supposed to be good for a competitive swimmer to get regular
massages, or so he had read. So eventually, he finally relented and
paid for one at a place that was highly recommended to athletes. He
had asked for a female massage therapist but something had come up
and only a guy named Gene was available. They offered to refund his
money but since he was already there, he figured he should just do
it. He was secure enough with himself as a straight man to allow
another man to touch him and it was not a sexual thing. This was a
medical treatment, he reminded himself.
The
door opened and in walked an older man, probably in his sixties, Phil
guessed. He was tall, in good shape, and had short salt and pepper
hair and a close trimmed full beard. He was dressed in what looked
like medical scrubs and had a big warm smile on his face.
“So
you must be Phillip. I’m Gene,” he said, sat down in a rolling
chair and scooted up to the table. “Well, I have you down for a
deep tissue massage is that right, Phil? Is it Phillip or Phil?” He
smiled.
“It’s
Phil,” he replied and good-naturedly. “And yeah. I was hoping
just to get a full-body, deep tissue massage.”
“Gotcha.”
Gene nodded. He started rubbing Phil’s back softly but with
progressively more pressure. Phil wasn’t used to being touched this
and he gritted his teeth in response, the hard pressure becoming
almost painful.
“You
gotta loosen up, Phil,” Gene said in a soothing voice. “You’ll
feel a lot better if you just relax.” He patted the tense muscles
of Phil’s back.
Phil
willed himself to try and relax despite being touched by another man.
He reminded himself that there was nothing gay about getting a
massage from a man. Once he did, Gene’s manipulations were actually
starting to feel really good. He sighed and just enjoyed it for a few
moments…
“I’m
guessing swimmer, right?” Gene’s soft high pitched but still
commanding voice cut through Phil’s trance.
“Y-yeah,”
Phil replied, snapping out of his reverie for a moment. “How did
you know?”
“Well,”
He chuckled. “Based on these legs you got here.” He reached down
and rubbed Phil’s calf muscle a few times hard enough so it almost
hurt. “You’re just built like a swimmer,” Gene whispered,
pouring more oil onto Phil’s back before continuing his work.
“Slender and athletic.” He was slow and deliberate, seemingly
stretching and pressing each of the muscles to their limit before
moving on to the next. He was paying special attention to Phil’s
legs, rubbing them firmly and slowly.
Phil
was trying his best not to make a sound but it was difficult when
Gene pressed on his sore muscles. It hurt and was relieving at the
same time, he couldn’t help but start moaning and groaning while
his muscles were stretched and tenderized by Gene’s skilled hands.
He
paid special attention to Phil’s legs, massaging them in varying
amounts of pressure for an extended period of time before working his
way up to his butt, then his lower back, each arm, then finally up to
his neck.
“You
ever shave your legs?” Gene asked in his low, reassuring voice. “I
did when I was a regular swimmer. It is annoying to maintain but it
feels amazing. You’d be amazed at how good your legs will
look. The girls loved it when I was on the swim team. The same one
you are on, I think.”
“How
do you know what school I go to?” Phil demanded, getting a little
creeped out.
Gene
just chuckled and pointed at the pile of Phil’s discarded clothes
in the corner. He had come there in his casual attire of sweats and
the University logo was clearly visible.
“Oh,
sorry.” Phil relaxed again, feeling foolish for being alarmed by
the harmless small talk.
“Don’t
worry about it. Anyway like I was saying the girls loved it. Nice
legs like these deserve a better presentation, don’t you think?
Phil
didn’t know how to respond. He wasn’t sure if Gene was just being
friendly or coming onto him. He was also still groaning from the
skilled treatment of his sore muscles. After a long pause and a few
more muscles were painfully stretched, “Good looking guy like you,
probably gets laid all the time, I bet.” Gene said, rubbing the
soles of his feet. “ Am I right? I know I was killing it when I was
your age.” He chuckled to himself. “You probably got a smoking
hot girlfriend or even better, a little fuckbuddy, eh?”
Phil
shook his head. “Actually… not in quite some time. I’ve been
busy with school, swimming, and work so-”
“Really?”
Gene interrupted, sounding almost offended on Phil’s behalf.
“That’s too bad. What a waste.” He worked his way back up
Phil’s legs and then began massaging his glutes heavily for a few
moments.
Phil
didn’t know how to respond to that and the awkward silence just
hung there.
“Roll
over,” Gene said in a commanding voice.
Phil
complied, rolling onto his back only for his eyes to go wide with
horror. He was pitching a tent in the blanket. Somehow during the
massage, he had gotten an erection and didn’t know it. His uncut
cock had risen to its full six inches and obscenely bulged the
blanket out. He quickly sat up and covered it, while his face turned
bright red with embarrassment.
Before
Phil could say anything Gene put his hand on his shoulder and said in
a low, soothing voice, “It’s okay, totally normal.”
“I,
uh…” Phil stammered. He was still blushing and uncomfortable,
sitting upright on the massage bench and covering his crotch.
“Don’t
worry about it.” Gene soothed again, his hand on Phil’s shoulder
was somewhat forcibly pushing him back down into a lying position.
“Happens all the time.”
That
reassured Phil slightly. “Really? Because this never-”
“Shh…
just relax,” Gene whispered and began to rub Phil’s arms,
eliciting a groan as he did finally relax again. He closed his eyes
and tried to mentally move past the awkwardness.
Phil
groaned as Gene worked his way down his body, again enjoying the mix
of pleasure and slight pain as his muscles were stretched and
manipulated. He was snapped out of it when he felt a hand reach under
the blanket and grasp his erect penis.
“What
the-” Phil began to sit up and reached to push Gene away but again
the charming older man was somehow able to assuage his fear.
“It’s
okay. I can tell that you need this.” Gene said in a very low
voice, smirking. His hand held Phil’s cock in a firm grip for a
moment and then began to slide a short distance back and forth, his
smooth oiled fingers gently slipping over the sensitive skin. “No
extra charge.” He added suavely.
Phil’s
instincts were to slap the hand away and run out of the room… but
those skilled fingers manipulating his dick just felt so good.
Gene’s hand slid over the head of his dick, which began to leak
precum which showed just how right he was about Phil needing it. It
had been years since anyone had shown any interest in him sexually.
He didn’t just need the physical release, but there was also
something about being the object of this older man’s desires that
made it even more exciting despite how strange that seemed.
“See?
Just relax. Let Gene take care of you…” the masseur whispered
into his ear. He stopped for just a moment to dump more oil on his
hands before they returned to Phil’s crotch to massage his turgid
organ.
Phil
laid back and let the air out of his lungs in a long sigh, unable to
summon any real resistance. He resigned to simply let the masseur
have his way.
“That’s
right…” Phil heard Gene whisper directly in his ear. The hand on
his dick slid back and forth, gaining speed and intensity and driving
Phil crazy with the sudden burning need to cum. Phil began to arch
his back, involuntarily thrusting into Gene’s hand. He was
completely at the man’s mercy.
“Yeah…
just let it out…” Gene whispered, his hand now sliding across the
full length of Phil’s dick so rapidly that it was almost starting
to hurt. Gene seemingly knew exactly how much pressure and speed Phil
could handle and even could tell that he was getting close. A moment
later, Phil groaned.
“Oh,
f-fuck!” Phil choked out. His orgasm hit him like a truck. His
whole body went taught as the waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over
him. His body shook and convulsed, his breath hissed through his
teeth as he was completely overtaken by it. Glob after glob of cum
sprayed out of the end of his throbbing member onto the blanket and
his stomach as he twitched and moaned. Gene didn’t relent and kept
jacking his sensitive throbbing cock until he had seemingly emptied
his balls. After what felt like the longest orgasm of his life, he
laid there trying to catch his breath. He looked over at Gene, who
was already walking out of the room with a grin stretched wide across
his face.
* *
*
Phil
at first tried not to think about what had happened to him at the
spa. He felt… ashamed. Dirty. That was the only way he could think
of to describe his feelings. He felt like he had just allowed the
older man to victimize him and that it was somehow his fault. The
fact that he had been craving some kind of sexual attention and the
orgasm had been the most powerful he could recall having in quite
some time made him even more preoccupied with what had happened.
He
wasn’t gay but a man probably old enough to be his grandfather had
taken advantage of him and played with his cock and he did nothing.
Phil had let the older man have his way with him, even letting the
man make him cum. Why had he let it happen? Had he invited it? Should
he have done something to stop him, as his first instinct had been?
And why did he get horny whenever he thought about it, despite the
palpable sense of shame that he felt? He got hard every time he
thought about how the masseur had taken control and manhandled him
until the happy ending. It was like he gave up control and had even
enjoyed giving it up. He seemed to crave being able to
completely surrender.
The
worst part was how he couldn’t seem to even control himself. When
he got horny thinking about what happened, none of his regular porn
of teens and lesbians and everything else could distract him from the
thought of being helpless and manhandled by this older guy. Nothing
else seemed to do it for him and his thoughts would always go back to
that hot massage session. As soon as he came, he would feel ashamed
again, wondering why he as a straight guy kept fantasizing about
those firm hands sliding over his cock, making him feel helpless.
After
a week or so of dealing every day with these conflicted thoughts and
feelings, he found himself making another appointment. He told
himself that his muscles felt better and his posture had improved
after the deep tissue massage. He definitely wanted to get another
one. He dialed the same massage parlor.
When
asked by the receptionist if he had a preference on who he worked
with, he said “Gene” without hesitation. Once he had hung up the
phone, his immediate shame caused him to momentarily consider calling
back and canceling. He almost did it but after staring at the phone
for a minute or two he sighed in exasperation and put the phone back
in his pocket.
A
couple of hours later, Phil got a call from Gene who asked that they
move the session to Gene’s private studio. Phil hesitated for a
moment and was again very tempted to simply tell the man to forget it
but found that he couldn’t do it. His heart was pounding in his
chest and he was sweating by the time he agreed, got the address, and
hung up the phone.
* *
*
“Hey
there, Phil,” Gene said happily. He grinned from ear to ear as he
came back into the room. “I’m glad you made it.”
Phil
was already trying to appear as if he was waiting patiently on the
massage table. He lay there face down, trying to control his
breathing. He still wasn’t sure why he had agreed to this in the
first place or why he couldn’t just relax.
Gene
poured oil onto his back and began to rub it all over Phil’s skin.
He chuckled. “Still all tense, I see.” He rubbed Phil’s
shoulders and back firmly, causing him to groan. “You really need
to learn to relax.”
Phil
sighed, trying to consciously will his muscles to relax. He was
barely thinking about the rest of the massage itself at all. What was
almost certainly going to happen at the conclusion was all he could
seem to focus on. He noticed that not only was he tense, but he was
breathing hard
“These
nice muscles…” Gene rubbed his lower back and legs. “They would
feel better, less sore if they weren’t so tense and full of knots.”
About
the time that his body was starting to feel like jello from the deep
tissue massage, his anticipation was beginning to mount. He took a
deep breath and tried to calm down. When he turned onto his back he
was again sporting a rock hard erection, which he figured he had been
hiding almost since the massage started.
Gene
stared at the tent in the blanket and grinned. “Well well, look who
wants to say hi.” He chuckled, stopping the massage for a moment,
and his hand rested on Phil’s leg.
Phil
found himself holding his breath, waiting for what the masseur was
going to do. The anticipation was so great he was almost shaking.
Gene’s
hand slid back and then under the blanket. Phil looked up at Gene who
grinned back at him while beginning to jack him off. He was
immediately at the man’s mercy again, gently humping his hips and
fucking Gene’s oiled hand.
“Let’s
see if you taste as good as you look…” Gene whispered. He grabbed
a hand towel and wiped the oil off of Phil’s dick before tossing it
aside. He pulled the blanket off of Phil. He admired Phil’s toned
body for just a moment and gave Phil an approving nod before he
leaned over.
“Fuck…”
Phil muttered when he felt Gene’s soft lips slide over the head of
his cock. All of a sudden his dick was in the hot mouth of another
guy. Gene’s tongue slid and swirled around the head of Phil’s
cock with such skill that it caused him to start shaking and
twitching immediately.
Gene
popped the leaking dick out of his mouth for a moment. “Mmm… you
have a wonderful cock…” he said breathily before resuming his
tongue assault. He stopped again to add, “You obviously keep
yourself nice and trimmed.”
Phil
didn’t know how to respond to a man complimenting his dick like
that. He wanted to say that he did like to keep himself good and tidy
down there, something he had picked up for dating sites to make his
dick look bigger, but before he could his cock was back in Gene’s
mouth which made it hard to even think straight.
Gene
continued to jack Phil off while he ran his tongue down the length of
Phil’s cock from the head down to his balls. Phil had never had
anyone pay much attention to his balls before and found that he loved
how it felt when Gene popped one into his mouth and sucked on it for
a moment before switching to the other one. His tongue playfully
bounced each of them in his mouth. His slobber acted as a lubricant
allowing his hand to slide over the throbbing erection while he paid
attention to Phil’s previously neglected balls. He slurped them a
few more times before pulling back and continuing to jack him harder
and harder.
Phil
was completely out of it and barely noticed Gene was pulled on his
cock and balls in order to turn him onto his side. The slippery hand
kept sliding up and down, pulling his foreskin back and forth over
his sensitive head as he shifted around the massage bed to the
opposite side so he was behind Phil.
“Hold
still,” Gene whispered. “Try to relax.”
“I
am relaxed,” Phil responded dreamily. His whole body felt like
jelly after the massage.
Phil
heard the snap of the lube bottle closing and was about to ask what
he meant when he felt a slippery finger begin to probe at his rear
entrance. He jerked his head back and turned to look at Gene. “What
are you-”
“Shh…
just relax,” Gene soothed, his finger probing deeper. “You know
that you crave just letting go, giving up control for once.”
Phil’s
first instinct was to struggle. As a straight man, he had always
thought how painful and humiliating allowing himself to be penetrated
would be. But the thin finger sliding inside of his rectum didn’t
hurt so much as it was a bit uncomfortable. He also knew deep down
that Gene was right, it did feel good to allow himself to be at this
man’s mercy, to let his guard down and surrender. Some part of him
seemed to crave it, as crazy as that would have seemed before this
(whatever this was) had all started. He had truly never felt
like an object of lust for anyone and even though it was another man
it was still quite novel and exciting in a way he couldn’t even
quite articulate even to himself.
The
cool feeling of lube coating his entrance was actually somewhat
pleasant. By the time it occurred to him what Gene was doing, he felt
the finger pull out and something much larger begin to slide in.
“Oh!”
Phil exclaimed, feeling the pressure on his asshole as the large
intruder somewhat painfully forced its way inside of him. The
sensitive entrance to his ass was painfully stretched as he
reflexively tensed but the intruder continued to push in unabated.
“Fuuuuuuck….” he groaned. He wasn’t prepared for just how
large it was. It felt like it was as big around as a beer can. He
felt like it was splitting him open as it slowly slid deeper.
“I’m
going slow,” Gene reassured. “It’ll start to feel amazing soon.
Trust me.”
Phil
couldn’t believe what was happening to him, he had never even
considered that he would find himself in the position of being fucked
by another man and now that it was happening he felt powerless to
stop it. What was stranger is how hot feeling helpless in the
control of another man was.
“That’s
it…” Gene whispered, his strong hands gripped his side for
leverage. “Good boy…” He slowly exerted more and more pressure
until his hips were directly up against Phil and he was buried to the
hilt.
“G-uh!”
Phil groaned, the large cock in his ass making him feel more full
than he ever had in his life. He felt like he had to take a shit,
which he guessed was not surprising but still felt strange. Once it
was all the way in and Gene paused for a moment, Phil felt the
invading organ pulse deep inside of him with Gene’s every
heartbeat. A moment later Gene’s slippery fingers were sliding over
the shaft of his leaking cock again in time with his first few short
thrusts. He was being gentle and slow, allowing Phil to get used to
the foreign presence in his virgin asshole.
“Deep
breaths,” Gene whispered in a soothing voice. The thick organ went
all the way in and expanded slightly as he felt Gene flex, then it
slid all the way out again. “That’s it.” He thrust all the way
in again. “Just let yourself get used to it.”
Phil
realized how rapid and shallow his breaths were as Gene began to fuck
him in earnest. He forced himself to calm down and control his
breathing, but it was difficult. He had never been so stimulated in
his life. The pain did not surprise him but the fact that it was
quickly becoming tolerable was a bit shocking. What he had not
expected was how hot it felt. Literally. It felt hot, despite the
cool feeling of the lube and the ease at which the thick cock was
already sliding in and out of his asshole.
“Fuck,
your pussy is so tight,” Gene muttered, his thrusts picked up speed
and the motion of his hand becoming quicker and rougher.
Phil
gripped the blanket hard, and groaned but less in pain and more
because of the building pleasure. Something deep inside him- his
prostate, he supposed- was being stimulated, and combined with Gene’s
firm ministrations of his cock he was already feeling an orgasm
starting to build. Something about the way Gene was talking to him,
calling his asshole a pussy like he truly was a woman at that moment
was somehow making the whole thing even hotter for Phil.
“I
knew when I saw you,” Gene said as he started to really fuck Phil
in earnest, sawing his cock in and out of Phil’s tight hole. “That
you needed more than just a massage. I knew right away what you
really needed.”
“Fuck…”
Phil groaned, barely able to pay attention to Gene’s words. The
pain was now almost totally gone and what was left of it was nothing
compared to the sheer pleasure that the hand on his erection and the
stimulation on his prostate delivered.
“That’s
right, you needed to get fucked,” Gene said in a self-satisfied
tone. “And you know it now, don’t you?”
“I’m
almost there…” Phil whispered, his hips beginning to move on
their own to simultaneously hump forward into Gene’s hand and
backward to drive the cock even deeper inside him with each thrust.
He couldn’t believe how good it felt, or how empty he felt whenever
the cock slid out.
Gene
stopped. “Tell me what you want me to do. I need to hear it.”
Phil
felt like he gave up the last of his dignity when he immediately
replied. “Fuck me… please…” he begged. “I’m so close.”
Before that day he would never have guessed in a million years that
those words would come out of his mouth.
“Very
well.” Gene resumed the rough handjob and his assault on Phil’s
asshole. “I aim to please.”
Phil
didn’t last more than another minute before his whole body started
to shake. “Oh shit!” he cried as the most powerful orgasm he had
ever felt ripped through his whole body. He had never felt
contractions this powerful before. It was like wave after wave of
bliss rolled over him, leaving him gasping and twitching. Glob after
glob of thick white jizz sprayed from the tip of his cock onto the
table. He twitched and thrashed uncontrollably while Gene continued
to jack his incredibly sensitive cock while pounding his asshole.
Even after the orgasmic bliss had begun to subside, his cock
continued to leak milky white cum onto Gene’s hand and the table.
“Here
it comes…” Gene exclaimed a moment later and let go of Phil’s
now softening cock. He gripped Phil’s side hard and began to
rapidly fuck him in quick, shallow strokes.
Phil
heard Gene grunt and slam into him, burying his cock as deep as it
would go.
“Fuck
yeah…” Gene muttered, his hips going into overdrive.
Phil
felt it swell and then a rush of heat in his asshole signified Gene’s
orgasm. Gene continued to fuck him slowly for a little longer before
pulling his soft cock out. Phil heard him walk away without a word
and close the bathroom door while he continued to lie there and stare
into space, still recovering from the experience.
When
Phil finally had a chance to think, he felt dirty. While it was
happening it had been exciting but after coming down from his orgasm
he felt nothing but shame and soreness. He heard the shower start in
the bathroom and took that as his cue to gather his things and
quickly let himself out. The older masseur had not even asked to be
paid for the massage.
On
the drive home, he could feel Gene’s cum leaking out of his asshole
and it served as a constant reminder of how he had allowed himself to
be used by another man and one old enough to be his grandpa on top of
that. He had even enjoyed it, despite how crazy that seemed since he
kept reminding himself that he was straight. He continued to reassure
himself of that all the way home.
* *
*
“When
do you want another appointment for a massage?” Gene asked a few
days later via text message.
Phil
stared at his phone for a minute or two, not sure how to respond. He
wanted to ignore it, or even tell the older man off for taking
advantage of him again. But his cock immediately growing hard in his
pants made him hesitate. Besides, he had willingly gone to the man’s
house the second time and he couldn’t really pretend that what had
happened was some kind of surprise and he definitely couldn’t
pretend that he hadn’t enjoyed it or found the prospect of doing it
again exciting. His stiff cock attested to that.
You
could be straight and enjoy your prostate being massaged, he told
himself. Even if it was by another man. He wasn’t attracted to men
and certainly not attracted someone as old as Gene, man or woman. He
decided that it was just a full body massage, and that should
include his dick and even his prostate.
So
he found himself texting back that the weekend would work for him.
And he went back to the older man’s house, knowing full well what
was going to happen to him. He even looked forward to it.
This
happened over and over again. Phil was hooked. Sometimes he saw Gene
more than once in a week. At first, he had been conflicted about the
whole thing, but he found himself looking forward to the next session
more and more. Letting another man completely use him had begun to
actually be exciting for him, and the orgasms were the most
incredible he had ever felt in his life. He felt desired, he felt
sexy. He even began to shave his legs in order to please the older
man.
The
relationship seemed to change immediately when Gene saw his shaved
legs. He seemed to know the power and control that he now had over
Phil. He stopped leaving the room so Phil could get undressed and now
he watched him disrobe with a lustful smile on his face. Phil found
it awkward at first. Despite this being the man that had already been
inside of him, it still felt strange to undress in front of
another man, especially when he knew the guy was getting off on it.
Gene didn’t even have to say anything to induce Phil to slow down
while undressing, making it almost like a striptease. Seeing the
older man’s huge cock tenting out his sweats somehow made it even
hotter. Knowing that his lithe swimmer body was getting the older man
so worked up was surprisingly exciting.
Before
too long, it started to get weird, though. If he went a week without
seeing Gene, he would notice him at the crowds of his swim meets, but
by the time it was over he would be gone before Phil could even
consider confronting him.
Phil
would tell himself that he wouldn’t go back, that the older man was
creepy, and was stalking him. It made his shame even worse. But
eventually, he would receive a call from Gene that he would allow to
go to voicemail. Gene would leave messages, asking in his high
pitched voice where Phil had been and that he needed to see Gene for
another massage.
Since
Phil still didn’t have anything going on in terms of a love life,
he would get bored and horny. He would always hesitate for a moment,
staring at his phone in a vain attempt to resist going back to the
predatory masseur but he would ultimately lose and find himself back
on the man’s table. It was like he was powerless to resist. He
didn’t understand it either. He wasn’t attracted to the guy and
he even found him to be creepy and stalkerish but some part of him
found it all flattering and even exciting to be the object of desire.
The massages would get longer and longer, making Phil wait for the
inevitable main event of being fucked until his eyes rolled back in
his head. The anticipating would keep building and building, his hard
cock pinned underneath him just begging for attention until he heard
Gene command him to “roll over”, which he did without hesitation.
Despite
figuring out what kind of man Gene was, a creepy stalker predator who
was taking advantage of him, he couldn’t stop it. The man knew just
how to reel him back in every time he tried. Was there any way out?
What was even scarier- and simultaneously more exciting- was that he
had begun to doubt that he even wanted it to stop.
End?
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