Foot for Thought
by Alex Grey
Shayne walked off set and pulled the certificate out of his backpack as the rest of the cast all went their separate ways. It had been a bit of a rough shoot week getting ready for the holidays off he’d decided it was time to cash in his white elephant gift.
A certificate for a full body massage. He looked at the address and punched it into Uber. The ride took him through the rougher part of town but he wasn’t expecting some 5-star luxury spa resort for his white elephant winnings. When he was dropped off he looked at the building. A typical LA fare of barred windows, cement storefront, and a doorway that looked like it had been painted over more times than years he’d been alive.
Shaking his head he walked in, the bell above the door ringing gently. He did a full body workout that morning then the reddit stories episodes were a bit longer than usual and they had filmed quite a few physical Pit videos so he was really looking forward to a good rubdown and, if Chanse was being genuine, this place was a hidden gem for a full body rubdown.
He presented his certificate and the man at the front nodded, smiling wide as he gestured to a doorway with the number ‘1’ above it. Inside was a series of little signs with clipart depictions. He followed them and stripped down to nothing, folding his clothes on top of his backpack in a small locker. The dim lights guided him to a small room beyond that small foyer into a curtained room where the air smelled thickly of lavender and jasmine. Just from the aromatherapy oils alone Shayne felt his shoulders ease down below his ears.
Following more visual instructions he laid on his front on the massage table, pulling a small tea towel sized piece of linen over his ass. From the little cutout for his face he saw a small button on the ground with ‘push when ready’ labeled on it.
Pushing it he heard a soft ringing beyond the room which led to a door opening and footsteps approaching.
“Hello, Mister Topp.” The voice said calmly. “I’ll be your masseur today. Do you have any sensitivities or injuries to note?”
“No man, just sore all over.” He chuckled. “Hoping you can help with that.”
“I’ll do my best.” The masseur replied, rubbing his hands together with some warm massage oils. Sure, Shayne wasn’t sure about the male massage therapist but was determined to remain chill and get the most of this experience.
Soon he found out just how little he had to try for that as the masseur’s hands, coated in hot oil, ran from just below his shoulder blades down his back to just before the cleft of his ass. He let out a groan as it felt like every bit of tension melted under those strong fingers. “That’s amazing.” He eeked out, slightly out of breath.
“Thank you. That’s just the start too.” He hummed and went for another pass down Shayne’s muscular back, this time digging his thumbs into the tense muscles around his spinal column. The masseur watched intently as Shayne’s toes curled with each pass he made doing that, licking his lips.
Once the masseur couldn’t find any further back muscles that needed his attention he made his way back up to those arms, digging his knuckles into the tense biceps with a precision he’d gained from hundreds of these massages in a month. It didn’t hurt that he just couldn’t stop touching Shayne. The handsome man with a body honed from the gym…what wasn’t to like?
Whenever he felt the tension crackling and fizzling away under his touch he’d get a groan or moan out of Shayne as his body relaxed piece by piece. With one arm done he let it slowly flop to Shayne’s side limp from the attention and relaxation. He worked on the other arm, really relaxing every bit of his arm and hand until that too flopped to the side.
Then came the prize of the moment for the masseur at least. He oiled his hands up again and, much like with Shayne’s back massaged into the deep tissue of Shayne's meaty legs, dense with muscle. He felt those thighs give way easily while the calves took a bit more effort before they too fell to his magic fingers. The taut muscles that were quite well-worked became putty for him even as he knelt onto the massage bed, bending both legs at the knees so Shayne’s soles faced the ceiling, and more importantly the masseur.
“Are you some sort of fucking wizard, man?” Shayne asked in a gasp almost, sounding like he was half asleep…maybe closer to three-quarters…
“I have been called that a few times, yes.” He laughed, leaning down close enough to get a whiff of Shayne’s feet. They were clean but had that sweat scent of a day’s effort in sneakers. The best kind. Without another thought the Masseur licked from the toes to the heel three times slowly before taking a moment to admire the soft feet glistening with his spit.
“Feels great dude…whatever that was keep it up…” Shayne’s even quieter voice huffed, sounding more and more like he was fighting sleep.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” The Masseur hummed. “Feel free to fall asleep. I’ll wake you up for the good stuff.”
“Sounds good man…just nudge me if I snore, kay?” And almost like clockwork the soft slow breaths of a sleeping Shayne could be heard. Taking that invitation The Masseur sucked on Shayne’s big and second toe, humming softly at the taste, then his tongue curled in between the next toe, slurping it into his mouth followed by the next and so on before switching to the other foot. He only stopped when each toe was significantly coated and when he pulled away a thick string of saliva connected both big toes to his mouth.
Then he sidestepped slightly to chew from the ball of the foot down the outstep to his heel, feeling and hearing the crackling of the tendons relaxing under the pressure of his teeth and pulling a groan of the softly resting client. He licked up the sole to the toes again before switching feet and worshipping them fully with a gleeful hum before setting them down together.
The masseur hummed and rubbed Shayne’s back softly. “Let’s get you rolled over, okay?” He whispered. Shayne, stirred from his light slumber nodded and rolled over, letting the linen fall off without much notice.
Wasting no time the masseur gripped Shayne's meaty pecs and began massaging them deeply, groping them a bit more than he might normally but still…he couldn’t help himself with such gropable pecs… Each deep rub earned a new sound from Shayne and The Masseur was really starting to chase them.
“Seeing as your certificate was for full service I assume that’s what you want?”
“Yeah man.” Shayne groaned, eyes still not opening. “Whatever that means I’m super on board…just don’t stop.” He laughed softly.
“Yes, sir, Mister Topp.” The Masseur nodded and cleaned his hands off from the oil and straddled the massage bed, lifting Shayne’s legs to rest on his shoulders. He leaned in and licked his palm a few times before helping Shayne into a position where his ass was right near the masseur’s face. Once in position Shayne’s eyes flickered open only to roll back and closed as The Masseur took his cock in hand and began stroking it.
“W-whoa!” He huffed, not doing anything to stop it though. He especially let out a rolling low moan as he felt the masseur’s other hand spread one cheek away and his tongue entered, lapping at Shayne’s hole hungrily. The tip of his tongue flicked at Shayne’s rim over and over, gaining several groans until the ring of muscle finally relaxed a bit and that tongue plunged as deeply as it could go. Shayne’s back arched and he lost his ability to take full breaths that didn’t sound like porny moans.
The hand holding his cheeks open let go and was then gently shoved in alongside the tongue, finding Shayne’s prostate quickly and pressing on it. In only a few more strokes Shayne crumpled, his cock pulsing and shooting cum out in jets that the masseur caught in his fist.
Easing Shayne down a bit he leaned in and slurped his cock clean, earning a few twitches and laughter from the oversensitive actor. The masseur then cleaned his hand and walked over to a small chest of drawers, pulling his card out as well as a hot towel.
“Here’s my card for when you want to book again…I do house calls.” He winked. Then he took the hot towel and cleaned Shayne up from the cum as well as the massage oil. “Your clothes have been put through an aromatherapy heater to feel especially cozy on your way out. Have a lovely day and drink a lot of water…it’s gonna be a bit of a comedown from the massage and all those toxins making their way out.” And with that little word of warning he was gone.
The next day Shayne was on set and looked at Chanse. “That was one hell of a massage.” He scoffed.
“Yeah? You liked it?”
“Yeah man…definitely. I see why you like it so much.”
“Oh?” Chanse asked, slightly confused for a second only to turn back to Shayne, a surprised but conspiratory look on his face. “Oh….just uh…make sure to get the punch card. There’s a special deeeep tissue massage you get for your 7th that’s complimentary.” He winked.