A Massage Between Friends

I groaned, twisting my shoulders around to alleviate the tension they held, the inconvenient knot that I had been unsuccessful in removing. Normally after a workout I could remove them with my roller, rubbing my body up and down as I felt it work its magic; a human piece of dough. Yet this time, just out of reach of my fingers, I softly growled in frustration at the tension behind me.

"Rory, what are you doing?" I looked up at the group of friends I was with, currently staring at me with a mix of worry and confusion, not realising I had started rubbing against Dewan's wall like a grizzly bear.

I blushed. "I have a knot, sorry."

"Okay," said Dewan, sassily staring at me. "But please stop back-humping my wall." I rolled my eyes at him, but my blush remained, hunching back on the tiny stool in his living room after being chastised. Jonas and Eric both laughed, while I glared in their direction. The conversation continued as I tried to ignore my shoulder, slightly embarrassed I had been called out.

After a few more drinks we all said goodbye to Dewan, Eric hopping into a hired car. Jonas and I lived in the same direction, both opting to walk on a cool Autumn night. As we chatted I kept rolling my shoulder, unsuccessfully hiding my grimaces.

"Rory, just let me give you a massage already." Jonas sighed, watching my futile attempts at relieving my self-inflicted bodily tension.

"No! That is your job, Jonas. I'm not about to take advantage of our friendship, and I can't afford it anyhow." I sassily straightened my posture. "Besides, I got it anyway. I'm fine now."

Jonas rolled his eyes. "I told you I don't mind..."

I glared at him while we walked, playfully trying to shove him into an upcoming hedge. But being a giant of a man, with arms that made your eyes linger far longer than they should, I might as well have tried to move a fridge. Jonas just chuckled at my attempt, stopping me in place with an arm wrapped around my chest, his other hand moving to my shoulder.

"I told you Jonas I'm fi-i-iiiiiii-nnn-eeee-UGH!" His palm started digging into my knot, seeming to push any air I had out of my body. Through gritted teeth, I continued to protest. "I to-oolllddduhh you, I ha-aaa-fuck me-aa--ve a roller!"

"Yeah that's a big one," Jonas said, ignoring me entirely as his hand explored my sore muscles, moving around my shoulder. "I definitely need to get you on my table."

"N-o!" It was hard to put up a defense when someone was quite literally taking your breath away.

Jonas smiled, letting go as I grunted, refusing to admit my shoulder felt better as I glared at him.

"As I

SAID

the last time you offered, rude man, I don't want to take advantage of our friendship. Besides, it's your job, I'm sure it's the last thing you want to do after work." I huffed, staying firm in my stance, despite the irrational part of my brain urging me to just jump him then and there in the street. But that part of my brain could not be trusted.

Jonas smiled, stepping closer to run a hand through my hair, my defiance instantly stolen as I felt my body leaning against his. "You're an idiot, Rory." I blushed, looking away, knowing if I stared into those big eyes of his any longer I'd lose control.

"Jonas, you know I-"

"I know, Rory." He said, interrupting me, hand sliding down to my chin, forced to look back at that beautiful face. "I'm not asking you to marry me, Mr. Commitment issues. It's just a massage...with a bit extra thrown in." An evil smirk spread across his face, such a good look for him. "We're friends, not related."

I laughed, blushing at his stupid joke. Staring back at him, my eyes now wide and slightly betraying my eagerness, I placed a hand on his chest. "I just don't-"

"You're not."

"Okay, but it's not fa-"

"It's fine."

"But it-"

"It won't."

"Let. Me. Finish!" I smacked his chest, glaring as that smirk of his grew, knowing he had broken through my defenses.

Jonas moved his hand to my hair once more, gently tugging on it to force a tiny whimper from my lips. "It won't get weird, Rory. I promise." I whined, my brain no longer helping with any rational thought, the fear of hurting my friend with my terrible track record of relationships pushed into the far reaches of my mind. Held in place by his powerful arms, I felt my resolve melt away, knowing it was something I had imagined these past few months.

"Okay." I whispered, so softly as if I hoped he wouldn't hear, still terrified it was the wrong decision. But Jonas just smiled, ruffling up my hair before I was released from his grip, scowling at him once more as I tried to fix it. We parted ways at the next street, promising to meet that weekend for a massage he would not elaborate on.

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Saturday morning I frantically tried on close to every clean option of clothing I owned, foolishly nervous and panicking. The drive over to Jonas' I felt my heart beating rapidly in my chest, with several emotions vying for the opportunity to tear me apart. I sat in his driveway for several minutes, working up a speech that outlined several well thought-out, logical and consistent arguments why this was a terrible idea.

I knocked on the door, ready to have an open conversation with my friend, whom I didn't wish to hurt with my flip-floppy emotions, whom I wanted to keep a healthy platonic relationship with, whom I deeply respected.

Then the door opened...and the fucker didn't have his shirt on.

No shirt. Not even a tank top. Just a broad chest, openly displayed tattoos, and the smallest tightest shorts you've ever seen. I stood there, mouth open, unable to stop staring at his...everything. Jonas just shot me a knowing smirk, closing my mouth with his hand, thumb resting on my chin, as he gave me a deep, long kiss.

Goodbye rational arguments.

I wrapped my hand around the back of his head, moaning into him as I sank immediately into his control. Jonas pulled back, staring into my eyes, that knowing smile spread across his face seeing how easily I had slipped into being submissive, slipped into the role I loved so dearly.

"Good morning, Rory."

"Shut up." I blushed as he laughed at me, pulled in for another kiss. After he smiled, a soft but dominant hand on my cheek.

"I'd like you to strip please." I looked down, unable to hide the big smile on my face.

"Okay Jonas." I said, before his firm hand directed my gaze up to his once more, melting underneath that stern, domineering look.

"That is Sir today for you, sweetie."

Gulp.

"Okay, Sir." He smiled, patting my cheek before stepping back, watching as I slowly removed the clothes I had fretted over choosing. My face burned with each article being dropped on the floor, finally stripping off my tiny man thong, which I had CHOSEN definitively to help with the massage and maintain an aura of decency.

But Jonas just smiled, his eyes dancing as those went as well, left standing before him, my cock raging hard, giving away just how successful his opening power dynamic had been. I hated how well he knew me. I didn't, but I hated it.

I tried to keep my hands from shaking with excitement as I folded all my clothes, neatly placing them on the table in his hallway. Still smiling, that frustrating beautiful knowing smile he always seemed to have around me, I watched as he clipped leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles, each one locked in place to further seal me into my role for the day. A role I no longer fought, fully embracing as I leaned against him behind me, moaning as his hands moved to grip and stroke my cock.

"There," Jonas said, kissing my neck as I whimpered, feeling his body on mine. "Now you're properly dressed for your massage. Was that so hard?" He emphasised his question with a squeeze on my cock, forcing a moan from my lips.

"I hate you,

Sir

" was the only response I could muster, getting a laugh from behind me.

Taking my hand, Jonas led me to the table set up in his living room, lying on my back as he clipped my cuffs to pre-placed straps. I tested my binds playfully, knowing I was now at his mercy, pretending that wasn't the case the second he opened that door.

"Now, Rory." Jonas began running his hands over my body, slowly spreading oil along my energised skin. "Today I just want you to listen, do as you're told, and relax." I moaned, feeling myself sink into the table, his strong grip feeling sensational as it glided effortlessly along my body.

"No worrying" he said, moving along my thighs.

"No fussing" he said, hands pushing into my chest.

"No protests" he said, digging into my shoulders.

"No thinking." Finalising his last point, his hand finally resting on my cock, groaning loudly as he rubbed and stroked oil all over my shaft. I opened my eyes to see him, hovering just above me, that intensity dancing in his eyes melting me all over again.

"You're going to be a good boy, and let me take care of you." I whimpered softly, my lips parting as he leaned down to kiss me, tenderly and slowly, every thought in my brain chased away save one: him.

"Yes Sir," I finally said when he pulled away, barely able to breathe as he smiled down at me. Jonas went to work, hands gripping and moving along my body, that wondrous mix of pain and release as he worked into my muscles, practised motions that seemed to push into my bones.

With each new area of my body he moved to, I always felt his hand returning to my cock, keeping it erect, wanting, and eager. I groaned, sighed, whimpered, whined, and moaned as he worked me over, a deep relief I had never felt before as I relented, letting my mind go blank, simply enjoying the experience of being taken care of by my friend.

Unable to perceive how long it had been, I moaned happily as I felt Jonas' lips return to mine, hands fighting my binds, wanting to run them over his face and body. But instead I could only kiss him back, staring up at those beautiful eyes, waiting to be told what to do. Jonas stared down, his hand returning to my cock, watching my eyes light up as he stroked, teased, and played with me. I whined when he stopped, but didn't protest, simply complied as he unclipped my binds, flipping over on the table.

Stuck in place once more, I moaned as oil was once more spread across my body, that tingling increase in temperature, mixed with the sensation of his strong hands forcing moan after moan out of my lips. Feeling his hands spread my cheeks apart, I whimpered happily as I felt the familiar sensation of lube and steel press against my hole, stretching around the plug he had in his hands. Groaning, pushing back into it, wanting it inside of me, I was lost in the sensation as Jonas slowly, carefully pushed in and out, safely inserting the plug until it pushed past the point of no return, resting comfortably between my cheeks.

He offered me a few happy little taps of encouragement on my ass, enticing a giggle from my lips, as I shook it for him in response. Washing his hands, Jonas returned to near my head, planting a kiss on my neck. "Now this, my little pet," he said, hands moving to my shoulder, "is going to hurt."

And by fuck he was right.

Working into my knot, I tensed and groaned as he expertly rubbed and smoothed out my muscle. Calmly continuing to remind me to relax, Jonas worked out the tension in my shoulder as I exhaled on the verge of tears, the relief spreading through my body fought by the necessary pain accompanying it. I simply sat through it all, leaving myself in his strong, capable hands.

Jonas continued moving around my body, intermittently returning to the knot, offering short reprieves from the intensity of having it worked on. It was my time to smirk as I felt his hands returning to my ass over and over, rubbing and playing with what I could tell was an eager trepidation. I think we found the part of me he liked the most...

But ever the professional, Jonas massaged my calves, thighs, back, shoulders, and neck, moving between them as I was a chorus of moans. Some pleasurable, some filled with pain, and some cursing his very existence. From time to time he would push against the plug inside of me, sending happy shivers through my body, hands gripping and spreading my cheeks apart as he stared down at me.

When I was flipped once more on my back, I smiled at the fire behind his eyes, the eagerness in them that matched my own. Once more bound to the table, I moaned as he stripped out of his tiny shorts, cock wildly bouncing up and down from being released, licking my lips as I stared up at him.

Jonas groaned, letting his thick cock rest on my face, my tongue exploring it as best I could in my current state. He leaned down under the table to flick something, getting a giggle of surprise from me as I felt the top piece fold down, my head now hanging off the back. Smirking at his little surprise, he moved closer so I could wrap my lips around his balls, sucking and licking to my heart's content.

Pulling back, moans matching my own, Jonas gently guided the tip of his cock into my mouth, sliding along my lips and tongue, one hand resting on my chest for support while the other stroked like back into my cock once more. Happy to finally be able to return any sort of favour for the euphoric state he'd had me in all day, I moaned around his cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. I tense my hands into fists, opened my throat, and let him use me how he wished.

Slowly, Jonas pushed deeper and deeper into my mouth, until I felt my chin rest against his skin, balls covering my face. Pulling out halfway, he let me breathe around his cock, before once more filling my throat, listening to the pleasurable groans above me. Growls of need, Jonas fucked my mouth slowly, carefully, and determinedly, never stopping in his teasing grip on my cock.

Finally, out of breath and aroused past the point I thought possible, Jonas removed his cock and returned the table to a flat position. He lent down to give me a kiss, before removing any tension caused in my neck from being upside down. I moaned with a smile on my face, trying to kiss his cock anytime it got close, wanting a bit more time to play with it.

Jonas unclipped my cuffs, sitting me on the edge of the table, my legs wrapping around him as he pressed into me. Hands running through my hair and gripping my throat, we kissed deeply back and forth, moaning into each other's mouth as we held on, a brimming need coursing through both of our bodies. Pulling away out of breath, Jonas stared at me with an intensity I had never seen.

"Rory, there's one final thing I wa-"

"I want it."

"Okay, but you can say-"

"I want it."

"This has been an amazing day, you don't ha-"

I pressed a finger to his lips, the first time I showed any form of resistance since crossing his threshold. Leaning in, I whispered in his ear.

"I. Want. It." I bit his earlobe, listening to his growl as I did so. "I want you, Sir."

Sir needed no more.

He picked me up, my eyes dancing from being handled so easily, not used to it being a larger guy myself. Placed on a towel on the floor, I moaned as a bar connected to each of my cuffs, leaving my ass high in the air and on display. I squeaked and giggled as Sir slapped my cheeks, hard and with purpose, in between grips and fondling. My entire body radiated with anticipation, fueled by the need to serve my Sir.

My plug was gently removed, as he offered my ass a few more spanks. Gripping my hips, I nearly fainted feeling his cock rub up and down between my cheeks, lubed and thick, having felt every centimeter of it in my mouth. I whined, wanting it inside of me, wanting nothing more in that moment than for Sir to fuck me.

Slowly, he let his cock disappear into my ass, listening and watching as I shook and cried with relief. I took it all, needed it all, feeling that grip tighten around me as he started pushing in and out of my ass, grunts and groans filling his living room, feeling sweat drip onto my back. My face turned to the side on the towel, barely able to focus, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Sir fucked me, thrusting into my eager little hole with an intensity that had been building for hours.

A moment we had both secretly wanted for months.

I moaned, biting the towel underneath me as I felt my cock harden, grow, tense, getting ready to cum without even being touched. My g-spot pounded by his perfect cock, listening to Sir use my body, the frustration pouring out of him as he fucked me, I couldn't hold out any longer, nearly screaming as I came, my cock bouncing wildly as I shot cum all over myself.

Seeing and listening to me cum from his cock, Sir pushed harder, gripped tighter, and moments later grunted hard, letting loose an uninhibited scream, pushing deep inside of me as he finally released. Quivering, his cock spasming as he came, I felt him collapse on top of me, both of us laughing in relief, bodies entwined as his hands reached under to steady himself and hug me.

After a moment of respite, Jonas pulled out his softening cock from my ass, leaving a trail of kisses along my back. I moaned happily, my hole a tad sore but still pulsing eagerly, I waited as he unbound me once more, taking out a key to remove my cuffs. As I stood to meet him we kissed, my hands finally free to grip him how I wished, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of me.

Still smiling and laughing, we went about cleaning up as best we could before jumping into the shower. I moaned as the hot water rinsed off the oil, sweat, and cum from my body, feeling Jonas' hands rubbing soap across my chest, pushing him into the water eagerly when it was my turn to do the same. I took my time rinsing off his cock, kissing and moaning into his mouth as I did so, wanting to taste it some more.

Resting against his chest on the couch, both still in our towels, I moaned softly as I felt his hands running through my hair. His deep voice asked me questions, ensuring I was okay from everything, lazily answering each one as I felt myself sinking deeper into him. I told him the only thing I wished had happened was having more time with his cock, to which he rolled his eyes at me, offering that famous smile.

"So, does that mean you won't fight me in the future when I offer you a massage?" He asked, looking down at the melted submissive glued to him.

I grinned. "No, I'll probably still fight you." Jonas sighed, knowing full well I intended to do just that. I shifted a bit so I could look up at him more easily. "You know, since you're so good at changing my mind..."

He stared down at me while I giggled, shaking his head. "Fucking brat."

We both sat like that for however long, I didn't care to check. Casually talking, caressing one another as we came down from such a wonderfully intense moment. No worries, no distractions, no fears of fucking anything up. Just two friends, sharing time together, however we saw fit.

It made me happy.