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Inner Journey - Chapter 7 [Unfinished] [Old Story]
🕑 Added 2025-06-27 16:40:29 +0000 UTCBenny had never done massage before. It was that weird thing that chicks and losers did, but it had been the most manly option on the list. He would rather have been caught dead than doing yoga or aerobics. And that stupid quiz? What the hell did shapes have to do with anything. The two circles had looked like breasts though, and he chuckled to himself when he chose those. Anything for tits, he thought, and felt a twinge in his cock.
He didn’t know the names of any of the others taking massage, and before they could introduce themselves, the four masseurs entered the room through a side door and waited for Benny and everyone else to take their positions on the massage beds. Benny immediately reddened as the others began to take off most of their clothes. This wasn’t how it was done, right? There was some privacy involved? The man who was apparently there to massage Benny – he would have preferred a woman – waited patiently and silently, but Benny could feel the man’s eyes on him expectantly.
With a curse and another quick look around, Benny pulled off his shirt and pants after slipping out of his shoes and socks, dropping them unceremoniously on the floor beside the bed. Then he pulled his large body onto the bed, wavering as he nearly lost his balance, and lay down on his stomach. The masseur smiled and pulled a bottle of oil from out of the small bag he carried, and Benny turned his face down into the bed’s hole before the man saw him blush again.
Why was he even on this trip? His wife had begged him to take some time to himself, to relax? That bitch just wanted time to herself to relax, maybe to fuck her secretary in the meantime. His suspicion was strong enough to warrant believing it wholeheartedly, and yet he had come here, with no interest in any of the offered activities. He deserved time away from that woman, whether he really enjoyed himself and relaxed or not. It was his right, and maybe he could find some number to fuck while he was here anyway.
The oil was cold on his back as he felt it poured, and a gasp escaped his lips. He blushed again, thinking it sounded more like some promiscuous whore than the man he was. His skin tingled at the temperature, and he had to hold in another gasp as he felt the masseur’s warm, strong hands on his back beginning to rub in the oil. Benny squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip to keep it closed. He felt the tingle spread across his skin and make his dick twitch, squeezing between his body and the massage bed.
The man’s hands felt like heaven on earth. Benny didn’t know if he had ever experienced something so wonderfully calming. He felt so calm he could barely move, simply at the very mercy of whatever the man chose to do with his hands. He started at Benny’s upper back, his palms firm and his thumbs slow and piercing. They passed over his tensest muscles, and Benny felt the stress from them evaporate into nothing. He shifted his ass, trying to find a comfortable position to fit his ever-hardening cock into, and didn’t notice how high he was pressing it into the air.
The masseur spent a little time on his neck, relieving the tension there as well, and then began to move back down over Benny’s shoulders and upper back. As his hands drifted, warm and comforting, over Benny’s soft, oiled skin, Benny felt as if he was simply melting, dissolving into something much smaller. Something that could be manipulated and formed. Something that this man who touched him had complete power over. Benny nearly whimpered, shoving his face into the leather of the bed, and his cock twitched again. He felt it leaking precum into his boxers and swallowed a lump in his stomach. In the back of his mind, he knew this was wrong. He shouldn’t feel like this. This was a man massaging him, putting his fucking manly hands over Benny’s manly body. Shaping him to his own delight and making his body soft and supple. Free to do as he pleased when he was done.
Benny opened his mouth as he moved his body in turn with the masseuse, letting loose a soft moan too high-pitched for his deep baritone. The sound made his dick twitch again, the feeling spreading back up his body and twinging in his chest. God, he wanted to cum. He wanted it more than anything, but he needed to hold himself back.
The masseuse was massaging his lower back, pressing into his tailbone, and Benny gasped as he felt a shifting beneath his skin there. The man’s finger slipped just underneath the band of Benny’s boxers, lingering a moment as Benny twisted beneath him, before moving down to his legs and oiling him up there. Benny felt a little disappointed. His legs were boring, and far less enjoyable than his back, and even his ass.
The masseur even pressed generously into Benny’s feet, and Benny felt all tension there disappearing. He felt as if he were both shrinking and lengthening in various areas at the same time, he was in such a state of ecstasy.
“Would you like to turn over?” the masseur asked quietly, his voice low and creamy and smooth, and Benny bit his lip. “Or would you like me to do the last part?”
“The last part,” Benny gasped, breathless, needing it. The masseur gently took Benny’s boxers and pulled them down, and began to massage his ass with gentle, strong fingers. New fat deposits formed beneath his fingers, and Benny felt as if there were water rushing down to meet with the fingers on that skin. His cock burned and throbbed beneath his body, and without thinking, he thrust his ass up into the masseuse’s hands.
In another moment the masseur was done, pulling the boxers back up, and the man was urging him to turn over onto his back. Benny did so in a moment, not even attempting to hide his huge erection. The masseur started on Benny’s chest, pouring more oil on his skin. This time, the oil was warm, and he felt the tingling sensation creep across his nipples and down to his crotch. He twisted again on the table, and the man set to work on him.
He pushed and pulled on Benny’s chest, responding to Benny’s huffs and moans almost automatically. Benny felt every finger on the sensitive, soft skin. His nipples were impossibly hard, and each time the man’s hands brushed over them he felt it between his legs. God, he just wanted the man to suck on his nipples. Was that too much to ask? Benny arched his back as he felt the masseur’s hot breath over him, and when he raised his head a tiny amount, their lips met in a kiss.
Benny moaned into the man’s mouth and finished in a quiet giggle. His lips tingled, swelling slightly. He had never been so bold, but now he wanted nothing else. He wished the man had more hands to feel him with, and more mouths to kiss him with. He cried out and kicked his legs when he felt the man’s lips on his swollen nipple. The man held fast as he turned about beneath him, and he felt every lick and kiss the man left on his skin.
The skin around Benny’s nipples swelled with tiny fat deposits, making them stick out perkily. The masseur had one hand on one nipple and a mouth on the other, and he felt the man’s wandering hand run down his stomach slowly, stopping at the band of his boxers. Benny thrust his burning body up and down in wild ecstasy, mouth open as a deep, quiet rumbling began somewhere in his throat.
“Yes,” he whispered, and pushed the masseur’s hand down beneath the band. “Oh please, yes.”
As the masseur sucked roughly at Benny’s nipple, pushing a thin layer of fat around as he moved, the man let his hand go down and grip Benny’s thick cock firmly. Benny cried out again in a half moan, half scream as the man began to rub up and down on his manhood. His skin was slick down there, and he began to thrust against the man’s pumping. His body was on fire, each sensation on one part meeting with sensations in another, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck this man right here, or better yet, be fucked by this man until he could no longer move. He moaned open mouthed each time the masseur’s hand moved down the length of his cock, and he struggled to hold himself for a minute longer.
As he thrashed, more fat formed in his ass and along his thighs, growing in size as his broad shoulders shrank and his thick chest slimmed. His heart was beating wildly, and the man’s tongue on his nipple was wet and perfect. His thrusting grew irregular he struggled to keep it up against the barrage of sensations attacking every inch of his body, but when he felt the masseuse nip at his nipple with his teeth, he stiffened suddenly and cried out. The semen that burst from his cock as it throbbed and sent waves of pleasure through his body seemed never ending, and a small part of Benny’s mind hoped it would simply go until there was nothing left. He thrashed his legs as he came, the muscles in them shrinking to something a little more slender. He was left exhausted, unable to move as his penis continued to throb and send waves across his body each time. With another pleased moan and a rumble in his chest, he let his body fall limp and go to sleep.
