Behind the Raven Mansion was a plot of land styled after Japanese tea gardens as much as the Cascadian climate allowed. Mossy stones, arranged amid select trees, were connected by winding, lichen covered paths.
Looking out onto this yard through circle top windows was the south annex that had become a spa. Within it was Jasper's little empire -- the massage studio.
Formerly the hunting room, its flaking walls had been restored with gentle earth tones and bright, flowing textiles. Display cases had given way to shelfs of oils and towels, while trophies and old rifles had been stored elsewhere if valuable and thrown out if not. A picturesque arrangement of plants and minimalist oriental décor ran along in front of a wall length mirror left-side of the massage table.
Jasper Raven's mixed features tended to keep people guessing. The warm brown of his face glowed with perfect skincare. A purposeful slit in his right eyebrow drew focus to his pitch black irises and the playful crinkle of his eyes. His full lips carried an impish smile. The natural texture of his hair was hidden by a sharply delineated crew cut.
Japser's hairless body was honed for aesthetic size in the gym, the navy blue polo's sleeves tightly embracing his proportionate biceps.
"Welcome back," Jasper said and handed a rolled towel to one of his few select customers who didn't sleep at the resort. "Strip over there, as far as you're comfortable. You know what you're in for?"
"Yeah," Hunter said. "Coach told me."
Jasper hummed. "Keeping up with your teammates?"
"Sure."
Hunter's parents were Raven's Hollow residents, like a surprising amount of promising college athletes. Wrestling required a certain physique and Hunter was already freakishly muscled for his age. Light brown hair, with a round but strong jawline and curious eyes.
"Any particular wishes?"
"Nah."
On his first time with Jasper he hadn't been too talkative either, but that would change.
The freshman didn't use the towel, instead leaving his boxers on again, as if afraid of showing his dick. Those kids were way too uptight.
As if incidentally, Jasper ran his fingers along a harp beside the mirror. Aside from missing the lowest tone string, it was well tuned. Hunter, on his way to the massage table, stiffened up then relaxed his shoulders and laid on his back.
Jasper heated up the oil. Barely any body hair had regrown but the pained noises of a 'tough guy' were always a delight.
"How's the team?"
"Decent," Hunter said and bit his lip as his remaining chest fuzz was ripped out. "Coach is pushing us as usual."
"I hear that from most of you boys. You think it's too much?"
Hunter whimpered as the remains of his treasure trail were waxed. "Nah, it's fine. He's just looking out for us. College is just... *more* of everything."
"Well put. Arm up," Jasper said and started waxing pits -- his favorite area since it drew out the funniest expressions. "Turn over."
Working his way down the back, Jasper glanced at the tray of oils labeled only with initials by his handwriting. The base ingredient was regular massage oil, everything else was up to individual needs of the customer -- and the masseur.
"Any new areas with tensions? Still the shoulders?"
Hunter hummed. "Lower back a little. Garth really slammed me into the mat."
"Aw, I hope you took revenge."
The freshman chuckled, making his shoulder blades flex a bit. "Sure the fuck did."
"Okay," Jasper said a mere minute later. "That's everywhere. Wasn't so bad the second time, was it?"
"Nah," Hunter lied. "There was basically nothing anyway."
Jasper stepped around the table and brushed against the harp again. Hunter tensed up for a split second. Every note was drawing Hunter's mind toward sex, just a tiny bit. The masseur plucked strings for a quiet little melody as he pondered his options.
He didn't want to turn the wrestler into a blabbermouth, so a full-fledged truth serum was out of the question. He poured one shot of a clear liquid into the heated massage oil from a flacon labeled WOL (web of lies) that would simply let any false statements die in Hunter's throat.
Next came a few drops of UM (uncolored mind) that would tone down biases and inhibitions. Not mind control, just relaxation. No stronger than a glass of rum or two. Although since Hunter was pretty massive... Jasper added a second shot.
Then only one tiny drop of VB (virgin's bane) in case he wasn't as horny as he should be or had exceptional self-control.
Jasper Raven's fingers slid one last time across the harp's strings and he returned to the table with a well-mixed bowl of oil.
"Front or back first?"
Hunter stayed on his stomach. "Like that."
The boy barely flinched as the body-temperature oil spread along his spine. Working knots out of the beefy muscles, Jasper let his hands wander up the boxers when he massaged the legs and into the hem when kneading the lower back.
Hunter didn't resist as Jasper pulled the underwear off and massaged the glutes. Then pulled the boxers off all the way.
The freshman's dick lay heavy between his thick thighs, head lightly pulsing with each breath, chubbed but not growing any further.
As if on accident Jasper brushed over the shaft and frenulum, while moving his hands quickly up and down the whole body. Hunter stirred.
Jasper retreated to the shoulders. "How are you feeling?"
"Good."
"You like my hands on your back."
