Chapter 3: Rising Action
The tranquility of the room grew more palpable as the scents from the fresh herbs gently permeated the air. The dimmed lights emitted warm hues on the comfortable furnishings and exotic ornamentation. Tom lay sprawled on the massage table, utterly relaxed, and susceptible to Mike's skilled touch.
Mike's hands returned to Tom's tense back and worked their soothing magic, exerting patient pressure.
"Breathe, Tom. Let go. You're safe with me."
Doubts rapidly faded away as Mike continued massaging Tom's aching muscles, and the sensation intensified. A foreign thrill consumed him, unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Every touch, every stroke from those skilful hands imbued newfound ecstasies.
Inching closer to the edge of surrender, Tom murmured softly, "You have ...
a way of making me feel so alive," Tom breathed, barely conscious of how his voice trembled.
Mike's lips curved into a knowing smile. "That's the plan," he murmured, pressing down harder with his fingers. Tom felt something inside himself snap. A rush of heat flooded his veins, and the world seemed to spin around him.
Mike continued his deliberate assault, kneading the muscles of Tom's back, shoulders, and neck. He moved lower, his hands sliding underneath Tom's towel.
Teasingly, his fingertips skimmed along Tom's sides and around to cup his pecs.
"Fuck," Tom hissed, arching into the touch, his ass pushing upwards as Mike let his strong fingers dig into his flesh.
Mike rolled Tom's sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger, giving them a sharp tug.
"Oh, God," Tom groaned, loving the exquisite sensation the slight pain brought. His cock was rock-hard, threatened to tear its way out of his underwear.
Tom bit his lower lip, trying to stifle the moan building in his chest.
"Is everything alright, Tom?" Mike's voice was soothing, his tone holding concern. But the slight tremor that ran through the words betrayed the raging desire that matched Tom's.
"Yes," Tom whispered, panted. "Better than alright."
Mike applied more gentle pressure, moving Tom's graduated arousal to the brink of release. Tom heard a shuffling noise, then the rip of a Velcro strap.
Suddenly, Mike's warm, strong hands were on Tom's ass, kneading and massaging with more intent this time. His breath caught in his throat, feeling the heat radiating off Mike's body, standing so close behind him.
"Have you ever tried prostate massage, Tom?" Mike asked, his voice low and seductive. Tom's heart skipped a beat, his mouth going dry at the suggestion.
"N-no," Tom stuttered, barely managing to choke out the word.