sarah dumped me tuesday night and by thursday afternoon i was at the gym spa getting a deep-tissue massage which in retrospect was a stupid grief response but my buddy jake said it would help with the stress and i’ve been stressed as fuck so like. i booked it online. added it to my calendar like it was an appointment or something. pretended it was normal.
it wasn’t normal. nothing about this is normal and i don’t even know why i’m typing this out but i’m sitting in my car in the gym parking lot and my legs feel like water and i’m trying to figure out if i got seduced or if i like. walked in there asking for it. so here we are.
the massage place is attached to the gym on the third floor. there’s like a mini spa thing with a lobby that smells like eucalyptus and cucumber water and these ambient instrumental tracks that make you want to cry. i checked in and a woman handed me a form about my health history and whether i had any injuries and i checked all the boxes that seemed relevant and then a guy came out.
his name was marco or marcus or something with an m and he was fucking huge. like 6'3" easy, massive shoulders, the kind of guy who doesn’t even need to talk loud because just existing in the room takes up space. he had dark hair pulled back in a man bun and like, a knowing smile? like he already knew something about me that i didn’t know about myself. which should have been a sign. that should have been my first sign to leave.
“hey man,” he said and shook my hand. “let’s get you feeling better.”
i followed him back to this private room with a massage table and soft lighting and he said, “take off everything except your underwear, get under the sheet, face down. i’ll be right back.”
so i did. i got naked in a locked room and got on the table and pulled the sheet up and he came back in and the room smelled like warm oil and something herbal and he had his hands on my shoulders before i even finished processing the door closing.
he was good at his job. like legitimately good. he knew where the knots were and he worked them out methodically, hitting my shoulders and my back and my arms and i was relaxing into it, actually feeling my stress go down a little bit, thinking maybe jake was right about this whole thing.
and then he moved down to my lower back. and his hands got lower. and lower.
his thumbs were pressing right at the edge of my underwear line and my heart rate picked up because like. that’s not a standard massage area, right? and his hands kept going lower and he said something about “muscle tension in the glutes” and he was using this oil that was warming up and he was just. kneading my ass. his full palms on me. and i was getting hard. like noticeably hard, pressing into the table hard, and he knew. he absolutely knew because his hands slowed down and he said, “you ok?” in this voice that was like. asking if i was ready.
i didn’t say anything. just kind of made a noise and he took that as an answer apparently because the next thing i felt was one finger pushing the edge of my underwear aside and then one slick finger pressing against my hole.
“dude—” i tried to say and he was like, “shh. just relax. you need this.”
and i did relax. which is insane. who relaxes when a stranger is fingering you on a massage table at the gym but i literally relaxed into it. his finger went deeper. then two. he was stretching me open with his fingers and this warm oil and his other hand was keeping me pressed down on the table and i was making these sounds i didn’t know i could make.
“you’ve got tension everywhere,” he said, very low, right by my ear. “especially here. we gotta work it out.”
he was working his fingers in circles inside me and i was pushing back on him without meaning to and then he pulled his fingers out and stepped back and i heard him moving around and i had a second of panic like oh shit he’s leaving, this is weird, this is bad—
and then he came back and i heard a drawer open. not subtle about it at all. like a drawer in what must be like a side cabinet and some plastic rustling and then he said, “turn around. sit up.”
so i did. and he was just. standing there. holding a pair of lacy fucking panties. pink lace with black edges and he was looking at me with this half-smile like he’d done this before. like he did this to guys all the time.
“what are you—” i said and he cut me off.
“you came for a massage. now you’re gonna get a full-service massage. put them on.”
“i’m not—i’m not into that. i’m not gay. i just—”
“you just got hard when my fingers were inside you. you just pushed back on me. don’t lie to yourself here, man. put them on.”
and like. the thing is. i wanted to. i wanted to put them on so bad my hands were shaking. and i also wanted to leave. both things were true at the same time and i was frozen on the table on an oil-soaked sheet and this guy was just holding lacy pink panties like he had all the time in the world.
i put them on.
i actually stood up and stepped into them and pulled them up my legs while he watched and they fit almost perfectly which is nightmare fuel btw because that means he like. had sizes. knew what he was doing. and when i had them on he just said, “lay back down,” and i did, face up this time, and he was already pushing the panties aside.
he was huge when he came back to me. like visibly hard in his gym shorts and he just pushed them down and got between my legs and his cock was right there and i said “i’m not—i’m not gay, i’m not—” and he just pushed into me and i stopped talking because there was a cock inside me and i was wearing pink panties and some guy named marco was telling me to shut up and take it.
“you’re telling me you’re not gay while you’re in pink lace with my cock in your ass?” he said, kind of laughing, kind of mean. “come on. you came here for this. you wanted me to find you. wanted me to take it.”
“i didn’t—” and he grabbed my face with one hand.
“quiet. good sissies don’t talk back. you want to be good for me?”
and i nodded. jesus christ i nodded. i was wearing a stranger’s panties on a massage table and there was a man i’d just met fucking me and i nodded.
he fucked me like he owned me. hard and deep and the whole table was moving and creaking and i could hear the ambient music still playing in the background like we weren’t literally breaking the rules of professional ethics in real time. he had one hand on my hip and one on my jaw and he kept saying things like “such a good girl” and “you needed this” and “bet your girlfriend never fucked you like this” and like. it was humiliating. it was completely degrading. and my cock was hard in the panties and i was pushing up into him and trying to get deeper and i came without him even touching my dick. just came in the pink lace panties while he was inside me.
he came like a minute later. pushed all the way in and made this grunt sound and i felt him fill me and then he just. pulled out. stepped back. got his shorts up.
“drink some water,” he said. “you’re gonna be here a few more minutes. someone’s gonna come vacuum the lobby.”
i was lying there in cum and lube and someone else’s panties trying to figure out what my life was now.
when i got dressed he handed me a receipt and the rebooking card. the receipt had a tip line and i filled it out because that’s what you do i guess? and the rebooking card said “MARCO - DEEP TISSUE SPECIAL” with the dates of his availability and he stood by the door while i looked at it and he said, “friday nights are usually pretty open.”
i’m sitting in my car. the card is on my seat. my phone is in my hand. i have eleven unread texts from sarah asking if we can talk.
i’m gonna call marco back.
oh god what is wrong with me.
