Devon was anxious. He hadn't seen his friend Kat in years. They were once close, not a true couple, but they were great friends that had a perfect summer. They drifted, of course, when fall came, but kept in touch. Now, finding himself 20 years older, divorced, and alone, he reached out to her to catch up. She owned a successful massage studio, and Devon was ready to work on HIM for a change. Kat mentioned she does travel work as well, and insisted she come to his house to perform the massage.
Innocent flirting followed the next few days, then the weekend came. Seeing a friend after so long can be intimidating, and he felt it with his heart racing. She pulled into his driveway, and began unloading her equipment. There was a large table in a bag, as well as a duffle that looked packed full.
"Long time stranger", was all she said as she walked past him and put the equipment down in his den. "Yes ma'am!", he leaned in and gave her a tight squeeze. The embrace was safe, and comforting. "Your house is nice, but so empty!!" "Yup... Don't need much when you live alone". He noticed a slight downward twitch in her expression. The beginnings of a frown quickly reverted back into a smile.
"Well, today is about you. Since your den is empty, want me to set up here? All you have to do is strip and lay down on the table when I finish setting it up." "So, nude?" He was a little embarrassed as they hadn't been together in years and both were different people now...
"Yup. The oils and rubs I use may stain clothing. I dont risk it and require my clients be nude." Devon nodded and continued watching her pull her table out of the case. "Well, strip!". With a blush he replied "I was just waiting on you to see if I could help setup". "No sir, naked, now." With slow effort, Devon pulled off his shoes, socks, pants, and shirt, leaving him in boxers. "Ugh..." Kat said as she kneeled in front of him and yanked his underwear off in one quick pull. His cock was in her face, and her reaction was odd... "hmmm", was all she said.
Next she unfolded the table and began working knobs that adjusted the legs. This table was odd. He had been on massage tables before, but this one looked a little more like a chiropractic table, as it had two folds in the middle. One that folded the table in half, the other that was lower on the table and looked like it would pop up like the chiro hip lift. Maybe she did adjustments too... He filed it away as nothing and continued watching her set up.
She next pulled a smaller back out of her duffle and revealed massage oils and rubs. Inside the bag was a second internal organizational back, much larger than the first. It must be parts for the table as the outline of a thick table leg could be seen.
"OK, as soon as I begin, I am in control... It will give the best experience possible. Just do as I say and you will feel like a new person when we wrap up. First, lay on your stomach and I will cover you with a sheet." As requested, Devon lay down, his old man flat ass exposed to the world. "I remember that ass!" she said as she gave a playful slap before covering him. "First I am going to use some cleaning agent on your skin. It will clean and lubricate you for the actual hand work I am going to perform. I will rub places that may be... uncomfortable at first. Skin that is touched less is more sensitive, so be prepared. My table, my rules." With that, she thoroughly coated his shoulders, neck, arms and back with the oil.
Next she moved down to his legs, also rubbing them well with the oily substance. She worked her way up to his hamstrings, rubbing under the cloth for some modesty. Finally, she pulled back the sheet, exposing his naked ass. She first coated each cheek, not missing a single spot, then, unexpectedly, she parted his ass slightly and began rubbing ointment into his ass crack. It wasn't long before her finger was brushing against his rosebud asshole. She never flinched and rubbed away. It began to feel like she was rubbing with purpose, as he felt the blood flow enter his pucker, engorging the anus and she continued.
"One second love, need to grab something." He glanced at her direction as she bent over and unzipped a small pocket on the duffle, pulling a small makeup sized bag. She unpacked, but he couldn't see what was inside. After a few moments, she began once again rubbing his pucker. It was odd, as it felt good, but felt inappropriate. She didn't say a word, as she rubbed, then, a sudden bee sting on his right ass cheek woke him from his trance. It burned for a moment then was numb. What just happened? He thought it but for some reason could not SAY those words. He became dizzy, then passed out.
Did I fall asleep during the massage? His thought as his head cleared. He let out a hard yawn and began to move his arms to sit up, but they wouldnt move... they were dangling off the table, and, once his vision was clear, he could see they were strapped to the front legs of the table... His first thought was he had a medical emergency, maybe a seizure, and was being held down for his own good. As blood and air moved through him, waking him, she recognized he was still in his den. Testing, he attempted to move his legs, and go the same response...restrained. Panic. Now he took inventory of his situation. He was home, he was bound... to the massage table. Now, however, his legs were spread, and tied to the sides of the table, like he were mounting a horse, but laying on its neck. His next feeling was very offputting. He felt pressure where his cock was.... What happened to his manhood! He was about to let out a cry for help, then realized he was gagged.
"He's up!" Kat's voice. She walked to his viewpoint and he saw her. She was naked, save for a garter belt and hose. When Devon last saw her nude, she had a clean shaven pussy. Now she had thick, but managed, hair around the lips, and a little above her hood. It reminded him of the Omega sign. Maybe this was the end... he was helpless.
Kat stepped closer so her pussy was close to his face. He noticed she was red and swollen, like she had just had sex. "Yes he is" came a mans voice. Stepping into view was someone Devon had never met. He was roughly the same size as Devon, but fit and firm where Devon was soft and fat. He was shaved everywhere, and had an enormous cock, flaccid yet still large.
As Kat stepped even closer, he could now tell she had been freshly and thoroughly used. Her pussy was wide open, even though it was empty, and he could see the milky substance, that smelled of man cum. She had drugged him and fucked in his house. He was between terrified and angered beyond control.
"You are getting red Devon. Calm down. We arent here to rob you. We are here to free you. You are trapped. You will not understand now, but let me show you something."
As she stepped to the left, beside her male friend, he noticed an open laptop and a video of his massage session. Kat pulls a needle from her small bag, gives it a flick, and pokes his ass cheek. "That was so we could work on you". Devon sees his head shoot up a few inches, then fall to the table, out cold. Next, the camera shakes, and clicks are heard. The camera holder had mounted the device to a tripod. He came into view, the "large" man. He was dressed, and came over to Kat for a deep kiss. She unbuttoned his pants, dropped to her knees, and placed his cock in her mouth. After a few minutes, he being still soft, she stood, grabbed his meat, and guided him to Devon's sleeping form. She turned Devon's head and place the tip of the cock into his mouth. She next, using her phone, took several pics of Devon "sucking" someone off.
More moving, compromising pics, and teasing continued. The large man then rolled Devon's limp form over, lying him on his back. He looked down at Devon's "Manhood" and made no effort trying to hold in his laughter. He flicked the much smaller pecker like it were a mosquito on his arm. Kat followed suit and they both had a laugh. Producing something silver from her hand, Kat used some "key" and took the silver object apart. She kept the silver ring in her hand and placed the other object down next to the sleeping man. Kat roughly tugged his scrotum and threaded one testicle, then the other through the small ring. She next grabbed the other object and placed it over his soft, small shaft. With a tisk, she removed the object and removed the ring from his gentiles. When she popped back into camera view, she had a similar object to the first, but smaller. Repeating the workflow, she stuffed each testicle in, one at a time, this time having to force each one in. After both were in the ring, she rolled his pathetic cock up and stuffed it into space that shouldn't have been there, but somehow fit. She placed the newer, smaller top on the device over his shaft, and lined up a locking mechanism. She next locked the item in place, making his already small cock tiny and caged up.
