I knew what I was going into, I’ve had countless massages before.

I’ve been in touch with this masseur guy, Stewart is his name, or Stew as he prefers to be called.

Over our many texts, we established what it was that I wanted from this one hour massage, a nice soothing, relaxing deep tissue massage.

I turned up on the agreed day and time.

Oh! By the way my name is James, a hard working guy at one of the town’s largest employers, and sitting behind a computer screen for eight hours a day, five days a week, does cause underlining issues, with the body and mentally, hence why I have massages regularly.

Stew was new to me, but he seemed intelligent and caring, going by the back and forth messages between us.

Standing at the front door, waiting for it to open, it eventually did open.

Standing there in front of me, was a fine specimen of a man.

He was five foot eleven tall, lovely black hair, a chiselled chin, and a body that I could immediately tell that he worked out in the gym.

With a broad smile on his face, he invited me into his house, and led me straight through to the room where the massage table was waiting for me.

“James, its good to meet you at last", he said.

“So you want a full body massage?” he emphasise the full body, knowing what it meant.

“ Shall we begin, if you like to take your clothes and lie facedown on the table for me, I’ll get the rest on my oils ready".

Even though we had never met before, its as if I’ve known Stew for years, our correspondence over the last few weeks broke the ice, and I felt comfortable in his presence.

So taking my clothes off one item at a time in front of him was no big deal, even when it came to taking my last bit of clothing, my briefs came off, I stood there, naked in front of him, without any hint of embarrassment or excitement, by excitement I mean that my cock was flaccid.

Stew looked up and down me, as I stood there, then pointed to the table.

As soon as I was laid out, facedown with my face nestling through the facial hole that comes with a massage table, with the last adjustment to my cock, I don’t know why I need to adjust the angle of my cock, its something I’ve done when I had my very first massage, it was the masseur who took my soft appendage and pointed it so the head was facing towards my thighs, hence why I adjustment myself without thinking about it.

With my arms resting down the side of my body, I waited silently for Stew to start.

A warm trickle of scented oil cascaded from the bottle down the full length of my back, then that was followed by a pair of soothing hands, that covered my back, neck, shoulders, and legs, it felt as if Stew was laying the first coat of many.

I Let out a sigh of satisfaction as his hands did their magic on me.

Then for a moment, the rubbing from his hands stopped, I could hear movement around me, but all I could see through the hole in the table was the floor.

Then Stew’s hand appeared, under the table, he was holding what looked like a scented candle, it was in some container alight, so when he placed directly underneath my face, I could smell the fragrance of the candle wafting up my nose.

It was a really pleasant smell, and so relaxing.

Stew’s hands once again started going over my body, after pouring some more oil over me, but this time, it seems his concentration was on my arse cheeks, he gently manipulated them, making sure that no part of that anatomy of my body was missed.

As he continued with my cheeks, I was inhaling the scented fumes from the candle, I never realised it at the time, but I very slowly began to get lightheaded.

I wasn’t completely out of it, I could still feel Stew’s hands on my body, but I was whoosy, and unable to say anything.

As time passed by, I was unsure of my surroundings, I may have even blackout, I don’t know?

My head was swimming, I knew that I was having a massage, but not what was involved.

My senses started to return, I could hear a constant buzzing sound, then slowly, very slowly, my sensory of feel was returning, I felt something in my arse.

It took me awhile to realise what it was, it felt deep and the rhythmical vibration had me writhing.

With my eye’s focus returning back to normal, I could see that the candle had been removed.

“Oh god Stew, what’s in my arse?”

Stew never answered back, so I tried to pull whatever was in my arse out.

But I couldn’t, my wrists were tied to the table, and so was my legs.

“Stew, what the fuck...?”, again Stew never answer my question.

All he did was to turn what must’ve been a vibrator onto another setting, making my cock pulse out of control.

“Oh fuck, Stew please....”

I was pleading with him to release me, and I’m not talking about my restraints, I needed to cum.

It was complete utter torture, I’m trying to convey to Stew what I want, but he completely ignored me, not saying a word.

I was completely in his hands on how this would end up.

Very slowly he pulled out the vibrator, I could only feel how slowly he took it out, as I was still lying facedown on the table.

More warm oil was poured over my back, then a heard him climb up onto the table.

I felt his chest across my legs, and moving himself up my body, his prominent nipples were grazing the back of my thighs as he moved higher, the next bit of my body to be sublimely attacked, was my back.

His weight on me meant I was trapped, my arms and legs were bounded up, his weight on my back meant my cock underneath me was trapped too.

I just laid there waiting for his next move, which soon became apparent on what that move was.

His cock, which had grown hard from his exertions over me, and found my arse cheeks in which it could hide.

I was at his mercy on what he would do next, I only wished that I had just little say in the matter on what to do next, but I didn’t.

His hard-on which was nestled between my cheeks started to move back and forth, with the head of his cock grazing my pink hole each time he moved his body.

I could only savour his delicious movements, incapable of doing anything was tortuous, infuriating and horny.

My cock was raging with lust, but because of his and my weight combined, it stopped any ejaculation from happening.

As his arse started to move independently from the rest of his body, the angle of attack on my arse changed.

It no longer was moving along the length of my crack, his cock head was aimed directly at my hole.

With little prodding movements, part of his cock push open my arse, he wasn’t fully inside my arse, just the head had penetrated me.

“Oh god", I cried out, part of me wasn’t expecting to be fucked, but here I am with a guy on top of me, and he’s got his cock in my body, albeit just the head that has opened my sphincter, I wanted to raise my arse up to meet his lunge, but couldn’t, and he’s stopping his advance on my arse.

“Fuck me, please fuck me more", came the whimpering plea from me, but of course he never did or say why he isn’t moving deeper into me.

It seemed that I turned out to be his sexual play thing, there was no indication that he was like this, at all.

I no longer was the master of my own destiny, he was.

How he could have so much control over his own sexual feelings was beyond my thinking, had I of had my dock wedged just inside someone’s arse, I’d be ploughing deeper.

Then I heard him moan, was he cumming? I asked myself.

It was then I screamed out, not only was he cumming, but without any indication whatsoever, he plunged deep into my anal canal in one almighty thrust, and kept the thrusting going until he emptied his spunk into my arse, filling it until his cream started to drip out of me.

“Oh fuck, that was good, you’re so tight James", that was his first words he said to me since I laid on the table.

“I know it was good Stew, I felt you discharging your juices in me, my arse muscles are still contracting".

I was expecting him to pull out from my arse after he cum in it, but he just stayed on top of me, letting me feel his pulsing cock, just to remind me where he put it.

Lying back on my body, panting from exhaustion Stew was savouring his aftermath of his orgasm.

I pleaded with him to turn me onto my back, I was desperate to cum after his shaft slid into me.

“Ok, but no funny business, I haven’t finished with you", was his threatening reply.

Undoing the cords from my ankles, he loosen the cords that was wrapped around my wrist, loosened just enough slack for me to twist myself onto my back, I still couldn’t get off the table with my wrists still tied.

As soon as my ankles were tied up and secure again, the slack I was given to my wrists were re-tightened, unable to move again.

Lifting my head, I could see my hard-on wavering in the air, stiff as a board it was.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked in a calm voice.

Stew looked at me, spun around without saying a word, lifted up a towel, folding it in halve, then halve again, and he placed it over my face, denying my sight sensory.

The fragrance from the towel was intoxicating, a sweet smell wafted up my nose.

I assumed that Stew was going to massage the front of my body, or do what he did when I was on my front, pour warm oil and then slide his body across mine, allowing our cocks to meet.

“Breath in deeply", he instructed. Which I did, that fragrance was hitting my nasal buds, my eye lids started to get heavier, I struggled, not to fight against my restraints, but struggled to stay awake.

“James, can you hear me?”, there wasn’t any response from James, at all.

Apart from his cock, James’s body was limp.

“Oh James, you have a beautiful cock, standing up away from your stomach, this is why I became a masseur James”.

Stew was talking to James as if he was wide awake and taking in ever word that Stew was saying, but of course he wasn’t awake, nor alert, Stew was talking to himself, knowing that James’s was fast asleep.

And he continued to talk as if he was having a civil conversation with James.

“Right James, where are you tight those most? Here? pointing at James’s chest.

Obviously, there was no response from James.

“How about here”, again Stew pointed, this time at James’s nipples.

And with that, Stew poured oil over James chest, rubbing and kneading it into his skin, paying particular attention on the nipples, which started to wake up, unlike James.

Stew’s hands had the freedom of James body to do anything he wishes.

Still manipulating his fingers into the torso that lay there in front of him, Stew massage further down, towards James’s cock, although it was ridged and standing up earlier, the time it took Stew to start massaging, James cock had wilted and shrunk.

“Oh! Look at you, we must get you back to the way you were".

And with that, Stew slowly lifted James limp cock up, saw how his foreskin had enveloped the head, and with two hands, one holding the cock upright, the other hand slowly pulled the foreskin down and exposing the head.

After a few moments, James cock started to respond.

Quickly, Stew took advantage and lowered his head down to where his target was standing, opening his mouth just enough to poke his tongue out, so his urethra could be caressed.

As James cock got harder, one of Stew hand went down and started wanking himself, he knew that he had just cum into James’s arse, but its his turn to be fucked.

Looking down at James unresponsive body, apart from his cock, Stew once again clambered up on the table, lying on top of him.

The heat from the two bodies grinding against each other rose, two pricks resting against each other, both stiff, but only one generated any kind of arousal.

Stew held onto James as he thrusted his hard-on into James cock.

Stew’s breathing got heavier, his precum started to emerge, coating James’s cock.

“Jesus fuck" said Stew, he knew how close he was, but he didn’t want to cum.

Reluctantly, Stew pulled away from James, before he lost control of his body.

James cock was still hard, as it glistened with Stew’s precum coating it.

Stew thought about what he should do next, but as he thought, his hands were shimmering over the legs of James and heading up towards his balls.

Cupping them, he started to roll the balls in his hand. James kept his cock and balls shaved, so the feeling of smooth flesh was a turn on for Stew.

Then he did something that he normally wouldn’t do, he started to squeeze James balls hard, wondering what his reaction would be? Pain or arousal?

Nothing, it was as if he was out cold.

That towel had certainly done its job by knocking him out, thought Stew.

With James knocked out cold, apart from his cock, which was still fully erect, and pulsing.

“oh god, I must, if I dont do it now, I never will", said Stew to himself.

Knowing what he wanted, and never ever had the guts or nerve to try, he got back onto the table, and this time got astride James body, kneeling above him.

Taking hold of James cock, around the shaft, Stew, for the first time ever, aimed a cock head directly at his arse entrance.

Slowly, Stew lowered himself back, so that the head of James’s cock pressed against his sphincter, and allowing it to open.

Thank god my precum is acting as a lube, he thought.

Slowly and gingerly, he sat back, allowing the cock to penetrate his arse, Stew started to gasp and pant furiously as James cock got deeper.

“Arghhh", the pain was still there as his anal canal was stretched. Then realising that he had taken the full length of James cock, he sat still on it, and started to relax.

“oh my god, I’m being fucked by another man, and he doesn’t know".

Raising himself up, Stew noticed a difference, the pain had gone, and was replaced by lust, so slowly building up speed, he started to lift and lowering himself, as he did so, Stew’s anal muscles started to contract, making the rise and fall harder to do.

But judging by his moans, Stew was loving every inch of James’s cock.

Stew’s own cock was being thrown about as he was fucking, so taking hold of it, he not only was fucking, but was wanking too. His hand became a blurr, as he jerked himself off, his sperm started its journey from his balls up through to his cock.

He knew that it only needs a couple more slides of his hand, and he’ll be cumming.

And that was the case, Stew sat down on James’s cock for the last time, his hand was jerking himself off to perfection.

The first sign of his spunk jettisoned further than he has done before, in fact it went as far as the towel on James face.

Quickly removing the towel, Stew hoped that the rest of his discharge would hit James face directly.

More moans was heard, but it wasn’t from Stew.

James was coming round, and without realising why, it was him doing the moaning, as Stew kept still after his triumphant orgasm, he felt a warm glow in his arse.

Below him, he felt himself being lifted up.

It was James, he had woken up enough to know what was happening, and felt his cock inside of Stew’s body.

That triggered him to thrust, his restraints must’ve come loose, so that his cock went deeper into Stew.

But it also had other consequences, where Stew’ muscles was contracting, it squeezed the head of his cock, the most sensitive part of his appendage, James couldn’t hold back any longer, and started to fill Stew’s arse with his thick cream.

Stew loved being spunked into, for all these years, he knew that he had been missing out, but not now.

Once the euphoria of the orgasm died down, and James was released form his restraints, they both sat down, and had a long chat about their exploits.

“Stew, I only booked for one hour, it’s now three o’clock, thats two hours, I pay you for two hours", a worried James pointed out.

“Don’t worry, have that hour on me", smiled Stew.

Soon after, both agreed to do it again, and possibly with roles reversed.