Tease

Tease table massage

Rarely did Trent have the opportunity to get away on his own, but unexpectdly he found himself out-of-town on a rather last minute, unexpected business trip. Though it was a short trip that would last only a few days, as he sat on his flight, eyes closed and relaxed, he couldn’t keep his mind from wandering with thoughts of… ‘what if’?

Though not the sort who often would ‘color outside the lines’ so to speak, he found his mind drifting with thoughts of a little erotic fun. Nothing too risque, nothing too over the top. Maybe, a sensual massage? That would certainly be a fun, erotic, out of the ordinary experience for him.

After browsing the web from the safety of his hotel room he quickly eliminated those establishments that were in seedy areas of town, or those that had veiled comments that alluded to other ‘activities’ that may be available. No, that was too risky for Trent. Not he what he was looking for.

Eventually he found a website for an establishment that was located discreetly in an upscale neighborhood, one that catered to upscale clients. After reading through the descriptions and browsing through the pictures of the facilities and the ‘attendants’ he decided that if he was going to pull the trigger on this sort of experience, this would be the place.

In typical Trent fashion, for a day he simply pondered the possibilities. Weighing the pros and cons, the risks and the rewards. Repeatedly he would find himself drawn back to the website, as if it had some sort of mystical, irresistible hold over him. The next day, after considerable consternation he finally navigated his way to the ‘Make an appointment’ tab on their website, and within minutes he was scheduled for the following afternoon.

Upon arriving any anxiety or apprehension he’d had began to fall by the wayside. The facility was indeed located discreetly in an upscale brownstone, and the staff was both professional and attractive. Shortly after arriving he found himself naked, and stretched out on a comfortable, and somewhat unusually large massage table.

The room was dimly lit with a soft erotic glow, erotic sensual scents wafting gently through the air. After a moment he felt soft fingertips brush across his ankle, then ever so slowly trail and weave their way up his body, until they fluttered gently across his neck and pulled away.

When Trent turned his head toward the soft caresses he saw a gorgeous brunette, perhaps of Eurasian descent, in a soft white robe smiling at him. “Hello Trent… I’m Tonya, and I’ll be taking care of you today,” her voice purred softly. He watched as her slender, delicate fingers moved to the sash at the waist of her robe, slowly untying it and then gracefully allowing her robe to part, then fall to the floor.

A smile crossed her face when involuntarily Trent moaned, “Oh my god….,” when he realized that beneath her robe was nothing but soft, silky skin and sensual, alluring curves.

“Mmm, we’re going to have such fun today Trent,” Tonya said with a sensual smile. “… and all I want you to do is lie there…. relax….. do as I say…. and let me show you how nice I can make you feel. Can you do that for me baby?”

Poor Trent was already so spellbound, so captivated he practically whimpered his, “Uh huh…. yes… I can….” So, with a hint of a wicked grin forming on her face, Tonya went to work.

After drizzling warm, sensual oil on to her soft hands, and a gently flowing trail down Trent’s spine Tonya’s silky hands went to work. Unlike a more ‘conventional’ massage her touch was sensual… gentle…. erotic…. stroking, swirling fingertips whose intent was to tantalize… to pleasure… to enflame a man’s desire and build his arousal.

She smiled when within ten minutes she could see him struggling to hold back his involuntary moans and whimpers of pleasure. Leaning close, her tongue gently circled his ear, her lips suckled his lobe and Tonya purred, “It’s ok baby, you don’t have to hold back….. you can whimper…. you can moan….. I want you to…”

When her voice in his ear did indeed provoke a whimper from him Tonya grinned, slipped her tongue gently in to his ear, swirling sensually and murmuring, “Mmm, that’s it sweetie…. now, let me slip this blindfold over your eyes. From this moment on, I don’t want there to be one…. little… thing… your mind is aware of…. except the sensations you’re feeling….”

Tonya smiled as he oh so willingly nodded his agreement, putting up no resistance as she immersed him in a world of darkness. Now, her touch became even more wicked… more tantalizing…. delicate nails and silky fingertips teasing along his inner thighs… approaching his balls then retreating…. fluttering tantalizingly across his ass.

She smiled knowingly when as anticipated his hips began to move… to squirm… his body struggling to find a more comfortable position with his now swollen cock pinned beneath him. In a soft voice Tonya said, “Let me help you honey… I can make you more comfortable…. just raise up a little bit for me….”

When Trent drew his legs up enough so his midsection lifted off of the table Tonya reached beneath him, gently grasped his cock and balls, and guided them carefully through a hole on the bottom of the table. “Good…. that’s better… now, lie back down for me Trent,” she instructed in a soft voice.

She could tell he was surprised at the difference in sensations, his most prized possessions now dangling beneath him, rather than trapped beneath his body. “I know, it feels a little different doesn’t it sweetie? It’ll be better this way for you though…,” she assured him.

At that point Tonya slipped up on to the table to join him, straddled his waist, then leaned forward so that he would feel the softness of her breasts gently swaying and caressing across his back. Smiling at his whimper she purred, “Like it baby?” Her tongue licked sensually along his neck, her nails raking seductively along his arms, as she cooed, “Now, spread your arms and legs a little bit more for me Trent…. things are about to get really hot for you baby.”

Unbeknownst to Trent, with Tonya now joining him on the table, straddling him so his body was pinned down beneath hers, she nodded to the other four attendants who’d been waiting patiently just inside the doorway. As silent as kittens padding lightly across carpet the four women positioned themselves near the corners of the massage table. And when Trent complied with Tonya’s request, spreading his arms and legs a bit wider Tonya grinned wickedly, and gave a nod to the others.

Each woman then proceeded to retrieve a soft, yet sturdy leather cuff that was both hidden beneath, and secured to the table. Then, in what was seemingly perfectly choreographed execution, at the same moment the cuffs were slipped around Trent’s wrists and ankles, the velcro tabs sealed closed, and just like that he was bound to the table.

The sounds of the velcro and the gentle sensations he felt on his wrists and ankles was enough to alert Trent’s senses, and quickly he realized that somehow he was suddenly bound to the table. Instinctively his limbs strained while in confusion he said, “H-hey? What’s going on?”

Tonya stroked her fingers soothingly through his hair, then softly assured him, “It’s ok honey, just relax…. this is normal…. it’s just a little surprise treat we do for all of our men….” When she slipped off of him the other four woman who’d just bound him to the corners of the table had moved toward the center of the table, two on each side. Working together, they then pulled out two straps that had also been hidden beneath the table, stretching them across his body, and securing them down to the table…. one stretched across his lower back, and the other across his upper thighs. Now, not only was Trent unable to move or writhe his hips, he was also unable to withdraw his cock or balls from the hole through which they now dangled helplessly.

What Trent was also unaware of was that although this establishment did indeed have a website that promoted sensual massages for men, that was merely their ploy to lure in men for the true nature of their facility - an upscale fetish boutique for discriminating women who had their own particular lusts.

The boutique served women from all walks of life, from housewives to school teachers to business women. Most had lovers, many had husbands, but all had one thing in common - an insatiable lust to have a helpless, defenseless cock at their mercy… for as long as they desired, and with no hope of escape.

And as Trent was being secured to the table, Melissa, a long-time client of the boutique, was standing in the doorway, biting her lower lip softly, a predatory look on her face…. watching lustily as this poor unsuspecting man was being rendered helpless before her very eyes. Just the thought this man was being prepared for her, that within moments he would be all hers… had Melissa moistening with arousal.

With Trent now securely bound and strapped down to the table, the job of the four attendants was now complete. Quietly, they made their way out of the room, grinning knowingly and winking at Melissa as they made their exit. At that point, just as quietly Melissa made her way in to the room, untying her robe when she neared the table and letting it fall to the floor.

And as Melissa made her way in to her familiar, comfortable spot beneath the table Tonya climbed back on top of Trent, straddling him once more. Her body was now gently rocking forward and back, allowing her to rub her now very moist slit back and forth across his back. She then leaned forward so that her breasts could also brush and drag across his back, her fingernails lightly raking along his neck and shoulders, provoking quivers from the bound man beneath her.

To soothe his noticeable and understandable apprehension Tonya cooed reassuringly, “Just relax honey, eveything’s ok….. we do this to all of our men…. it’s so much better this way….”

It was then that Melissa slowly, softly raked her fingertips down the length of Trent’s defenseless cock that was on display before her beneath the table. Tonya grinned at his gasp and the shudder that passed through his body. She turned his head gently to the side, and as she softly, sensually licked his ear purred, “Mmm, like it baby?…….. feel good?…….. that’s Melissa….. and you’re going to be all hers today…..”

Tonya smiled knowingly at the sensation of Trent’s body instinctively straining against and testing its bonds, Melissa’s soft fingertips now slowly swirling around and caressing Trent’s helpless cock, causing even more shudders and gasps of pleasure from the bound man. “Try to relax, sweetie,” Tonya whispered in his ear. “She’s not going to hurt you, I promise…. Melissa is amazing…. she’s going to have you feeling pleasure you never knew was possible…”

Tonya remained with him a bit longer, partly to offer more soothing assurances, but even more so to enjoy his reactions as Melissa continued. She laughed softly when within moments Trent let out another gasp of pleasure, moaning soflty as his body strained against its bonds. With a knowing smile Tonya murmured, “Aww, something feel good sweetie?…. I bet she’s starting to use her mouth on you now, isn’t she?…. her lips?… her tongue?….. oh honey, things are going to start getting really, really hot for you now Trent…..”

Instinctively his body strained, but this time it was an attempt to thrust toward the soft mouth that sensually teased his straining cock. “I know baby, I know…. you want more, huh?,” Tonya whispered in his ear. “But you need to try to settle down. There’s nothing you can do now honey….. you can’t thrust…. mmm, and you can’t get away….. try not to fight it, sweetheart… you’re in Melissa’s hands now, let her do what she wants with you….” Moments later Tonya smiled, kissed his cheek and said, “You have fun sweetie, I’ll be back later to check on you in a little while.”

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True to her promise, forty-five minutes later Tonya returned, grinning at the tormented sounds of pleasure and frustration coming from the bound man on the table. Before speaking to him Tonya couldn’t resist kneeling beneath the table and joining Melissa for a moment to see for herself what was causing his distress. Smiling, she nodded approvingly toward Melissa at the sight of Trent’s cock now agonizingly swollen, crimson, quivering with need as a long strand of precum dangled from the head.

Standing back up Tonya then let her hand trail softly down Trent’s back, innocently asking, “Hi Trent…. it’s Tonya…… doing ok sweetie? Are you having a nice time with Melissa?” In a soft, weak voice he pleaded, “Oh my god please….. I have to cum……. p-please….. I’m so hard… I ache so bad…..”

With mock sympathy she purred, “Aww, you wanna cum?…. already sweetie?…. but honey, she’s just barely got started with you….. that would spoil Melissa’s fun, and you wouldn’t want to do that, now would you?” Tonya smiled at his whimper, her fingertips soothingly caressing along his shoulders, the back of his neck.

And though her voice was sweet and concerned, Tonya grinned wickedly as she added, “Did I forget to mention that to you about Melissa, sweetheart?…… she’s going to do all sorts of wickedly pleasurable things to your cock for a long, long time…. but honey, she’s not going to let you cum…. what Melissa likes is to see how how hard and swollen she can make your cock…. how full and swollen she can make your balls…. mmm, and how long she can keep you like that….”

When Trent began to plead, “No, no, no…. you don’t understand… I can’t take….,” Tonya made her move, efficiently slipping the ball gag in to Trent’s open mouth and securing it behind his head. Smiling, she purred, “Shhhh, baby hush….. we can’t have you spoiling Melissa’s fun now, can we?” Now, not only was Trent blindfolded and bound to the table, but he was also gagged and unable to beg for mercy.

Both women were now grinning triumphantly, Melissa’s soft fingers yet again gently stroking him toward an orgasm that would never happen. Leaning down Tonya chuckled wickedly, kissing his ear and purring, “It’ll be ok baby, I promise….. you get to have the pleasure of discovering what it’s like to have your cock stroked… and kissed… and licked… for hours. And Melissa….. mmm, Melissa gets the pleasure of having you at her mercy and enjoying your sweet, sweet suffering…. so really, this works out perfectly for both of you, don’t you think Trent?”

Tonya smiled at his muffled whimper, tenderly dabbing at a tear of frustration that was already rolling down his face. “Aww, poor baby…..,” she cooed, seductively licking the salty tear from her fingertip. With a grin of delight, as she strolled toward the door Tonya taunted, “Bye sweetie…… you relax and have fun….. Melissa’s going to take such good care of you now…..”