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Chapter 2
After Tony skullfucked me, he got dressed, thanked me, and showed me the door. He didn't care whether I was satisfied, he was done and that was all that mattered.
Whilst walking out the door it struck me that I treated the Thai girls that got me off in exactly the same way. My orgasm counted, theirs was utterly uninteresting.
As I stood outside of Tony's house I was so horny I could barely contain myself. The submissive and kinky nature of satisfying a "customer" was exactly what I had been looking for.
Instead of going for elaborate requirements on gay dating apps I decided I'd just let my customers do to me whatever they wanted. I would massage them, please them, and leave.
If they wanted vanilla, fine. If they had kinks, fine. My perverted mind decided I would satisfy them, no matter how weird things got.
That day I decided to become a rentboy. Well...Without the rent bit... Or the boy bit... I was 47 years old.
I decided I'd be a free-for-all-naked-massage-daddy.
After checking my chat messages I realised that the other two "Johns" were still interested so I decided to set a time for 5pm the next day with a guy who called himself SpankMaster.
Driving home I found myself fantasising what he might be into, spanking I guessed which was something I had never tried before. My commitment was firm though, and I was sure I would survive a little pain to get my customer off.
Beyond that I wondered what better way I could behave, whether I should buy a massage bench, what my next ad should look like, how many people would use me... in other words, I was obsessed.
When I came home I didn't jerk off even though I was still horny as hell. I thought the self denial was intensely sexual and decided I wouldn't come unless a customer would want me to. Silently I prayed that it wouldn't take too long.
The result of my decision was a constant raging hardon. It was difficult to focus on work the next day, I procrastinated by browsing the web for portable massage benches and quickly pulled the trigger on one.
As the clock slowly crawled on, I became more and more nervous but I didn't want to spook my John so I held off on messaging him.
At 2.30pm I got a "are we still on?" from SpankMaster. My heart fluttered, my dick twitched and my reply read "sure thing, where should I go?"
The address was shared and it was only 5 minutes from my house so I replied with a thumbs up and a casual "see you at 5" whilst stroking my cock and licking gobs of precum off my fingers.
At 4.30 I took a quick shower, put on fresh underwear and got ready to meet SpankMaster. I messaged him that a mattress on the floor would be best and that I would be on time. I didn't get an answer which felt a bit weird, nevertheless, at exactly 5pm I rang the door of a large house in a rich neighbourhood. The door was opened by a burly guy in his sixties. He was wearing a Hugh Hefner like bathrobe with chest hear showing at the top. As he turned around to lead me into the house I could see he was already naked underneath.
"When I got your message I realised you probably didn't have a massage bench, but I do. It's set up in the gym, follow me."
I couldn't believe my luck and I eagerly followed the man through the house.
"My name is Arnold by the way, what's yours?"
The man's confidence and attitude was intoxicating. I felt like this was his world and I was just living in it.
"I'm Dennis I replied, nice to meet you Arnold"
He turned around, shook my hand and led me into the gym. He looked me in the eye, opened his robe, flashed his dick and laid down on the bench.
"Alright Arnold, this is a great set up you have here. I'm here to make you feel good in any way you want and my first question is. Do you want me dressed or naked?"
Arnold chuckled at the question and didn't raise his head whilst answering "keep your clothes on, we'll get to them later"
With that I put one hand on his buttocks and another on his back and said "ok no problem, are there any areas in particular you'd like me to focus on?"
Just like Tony he told me to focus on his lower back. I stroked his buttocks, got the oil out and got to work.
Arnold let out some encouraging moans and I had decided I'd guide the conversation more this time. As I was working my hands up and down his spine I asked.
"So Arnold, I guess you get a lot of massages considering you have your own bench?"
"Oh yes, I love massages but they're all of the health variety. I didn't have anyone to help me with the happy ending bit so far." He said with a smile in his voice.
"Ah, I understand. Well that issue has been resolved now. My kink is to satisfy you in any way you want. Why don't you think about how you'd like to finish this whilst I focus on giving you a deep and relaxing massage?"
"Mmmhmm" was his response and I applied some more lotion.
Whilst working his back I made sure to wrap far around his hips and to grace his buttocks as often as I could. Teasing without being too obvious, it was an art I hadn't quite mastered yet.
After about fifteen minutes I got to work on his arms and placed his hand in between my legs, letting him cup my balls and fondle my ass through my sweats.
"Strip down to your underwear."
It wasn't a question, it was a fact and I instantly obeyed. My 19cm cut cock was fully erect and Arnold grabbed it playfully. He stroked it a few times and then let his hand drop. Back to work.
After his arms it was finally time for his legs. I started on the right by moving it out a little with my hands high on his upper leg. Arnold squirmed a bit, clearly trying to position his boner.
I applied a significant amount of lotion and worked the full length of his leg, stroking his crack and balls every time my hands went up.
After a while I raised his lower leg, put his foot over my shoulder and really started working his upper leg, then down to his calves and eventually his foot.
Arnold was moaning all through both legs and then came my favourite moment.
"Turn around please"
Arnold turned around and showed a lovely cock, about my size and cut as well. He was smiling as I stroked his stomach and leg, circling around his crotch.
"So, have you decided how you'd like your happy ending?" I asked.
"Well, what do you do?" Was Arnold's response.
"I'll do anything my client wants. My aim is to please you, that's what turns me on."
"Anything?"
"Yes, whatever you want."
Arnold looked at me and sat up. He patted his legs and told me to lay down over them.
"It seems to me that you deserve a good spanking" he said and my cock twitched. I was definitely scared as spanking wasn't something that had ever played on my mind. The fear was a great aphrodisiac though.
It was awkward laying over his legs as they dangled over the side of the massage table. His hard dick stuck into my side and I could feel the precum drooling off of it. My hardon stuck into his leg as I tried to remain stable on his lap.
"Have you ever been spanked before Dennis?"
"No sir."
"Okay, we'll stay easy with the strikes. Five on each cheek. I want you to count out loud and say thank you sir after each one."
"Yes sir." Was my response and before I could anticipate he struck my left cheek hard! It stung and it startled me, it took me a few heartbeats to realise I was to count and thank him.
"One. Thank you sir."
I could feel Arnold's cock twitch as I said it and soon my other cheek received its first strike.
"Two. Thank you sir."
As he continued spanking me, the pain increased and it was clear that Arnold was enjoying himself.
After ten hard strikes he rubbed my cheeks and said: "it's time to take these off" as he slowly pulled my trunks down.
"Let's get more comfortable" he said as he gently pushed me off and stood up. He instructed me to stay on all fours and crawl after him. I was so hard and horny, I couldn't think of anything I wouldn't do for him.
He guided me to his spa which had a massive sauna, steam room, relax area and much more. He opened the door to the steam room and I crawled in after him.
The steam room was circular as many of them are but in the middle there was a little wall, about hip height, clad in the same mosaic tile as the rest of the room.
As I crawled towards it, it became very clear why this was here. Arnold guided me and draped me over it, with my arse fully exposed and up in the air.
Arnold leaned down and whispered in my ear: "I love this room because it makes the slaps sound so much better. Same routine as before, 20 strikes and then I'll fuck you."
He moved to stand beside me and put his hand on my cheek, gently rubbing it and then... SLAP!
Holy fuck that hurt! My body jerked and tears jumped to my eyes, I groaned and then reluctantly said: "one. Thank you sir."
The pain got worse and worse and my discomfort had a direct effect on the veins in Arnold's dick and the gleam in his eyes.
At 15 I thought I could do it anymore, I was squirming and dreaded the next blow. Arnold straddled me and sat down on my back pressing my body into the stone. The final five were fast and furious and I was virtually sobbing at the end.
"Twenty. Than you sir." I said with tears running down my face as Arnold got off my back and aid behind me.
Unceremoniously he pushed the head of his dick against my rectum and pushed in. No warning, no taking it slow, he just started taking me hard. His hard cock was milking me from the inside, my precum was gushing and I was on the verge of having a hands free orgasm.
It was then he grabbed my hips and started thrusting as deep as he could go, slapping his body into me and just as I started cumming I felt him tense and empty himself inside me, grunting, screaming until he collapsed on to of me.
As he pulled out I felt his cum run out of my arse, down my leg and I felt utterly spent. He slapped my back and said, let's grab a shower.
My second John seemed satisfied.