Manipulate Me 2/3
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Warnings: Age gap, Dub-con
Summary: This is for a prompt on the Glee Kink Meme HERE. A massage is supposed to make you feel really good and leave you completely relaxed, if a bit sore, right? Sixteen year old Blaine gets his first full body massage and then some.
I don't own anything Glee related, just my perversions.
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Blaine took a deep breath and blew it out. Then he took another and another just to be sure he was actually here and about to walk into the next room, get practically naked with a very attractive man who is going to touch all over his body with warm oil. Oh God, more oxygen was required.
After getting a tenuous grip on reality and a slightly firmer grip on his half hard cock, Blaine stepped out of the bath and went for a towel sitting next to the bathrobe. He did a quick rub down with the towel then swapped it for the robe and spun around ready to head to nirvana, if the reviews were to be believed. He spied the left over glass of water and headed for it, gulping it down to quench, not just his throat but, his nerves too. With another deep breath, he left the room.
Kurt was busy with, well, looking busy. There wasn’t that much to prepare that hadn’t been set-up as soon as Blaine’s arrival was announced. What Kurt did organize was to dig out one of the condoms from his wallet and a bottle of Massage 2n1, a massage gel/lube combo, that he knew belonged to one of the other masseurs on staff. He doesn’t like to think too hard about who Sebastian actually used this stuff on as he does have quite a few mature ladies as clients, which made Kurt shudder involuntarily, but he’s really glad that Sebastian had a bottle stashed away in this room and he was more than willing to take any advantage offered to him at this moment.
There was a gentle knock on the door before it’s opened and Blaine popped his head in to make sure he was in the right place. Kurt headed over to the door and ushered his client inside before he shut, and quietly locked, the door behind him.
“Okay Blaine, just untie your robe, hop up onto the table and lay on your stomach for me please.” Kurt turned to find the hand towel he’d be using as a privacy screen today as Blaine settled onto the table. Normally it was just a regular size towel but seeing as he wanted to get his hands on as much of Blaine as the boy would allow, a hand towel would do, for now. Kurt peeled back the robe slowly from Blaine’s shoulders and arms, pulling it off the rest of him before he quickly placed the hand towel over his rear end. “Okay?” Kurt asked as he placed a warm hand on Blaine’s lower back and slid it up to his shoulder before he stepped away to retrieve the bottle of warm oil.
“Ah, y-yeah. Yes, that’s fine.” Blaine breathed deeply to try to keep his dick in check. With his head settled into the face cradle all he could see was the floor and he sharpened his hearing to determine where Kurt was. Suddenly there were bare feet in view as Kurt stood at the head of the table. Blaine giggled, releasing some of his anxiety. “You don’t have any shoes on,” he said sounding slightly incredulous.
“Oh, um, yeah. It’s more comfortable for me to move around without shoes in here,” Kurt said as he wiggled his toes on the plush carpet. “Although I do have to be careful not to clip a toe on the table legs,” he said smiling, knowing it was all bullshit. The fewer clothes that he has on now are less that he has to take off later but he doesn’t tell Blaine that. Kurt is determined to give this boy the best possible full body experience he can, preferably while they’re both nude.
Kurt drizzled spicy yet sweetly scented warm oil over Blaine’s shoulders, upper arms and finally on his own hands.
Blaine gulped, he couldn’t help it. The prospect of the terminally beautiful Kurt spending the next forty-five minutes or whatever it was touching him was equally terrifying and thrilling. His dick twitched in agreement. Hands glided over Blaine’s skin lightly spreading the oil over his upper back and arms.
Kurt moved to his left side and started with his hand, thumbs pressing into the fleshy meat of his palm; he made small circles then moved onto massaging all the joints in his fingers. Kurt swept his hands up the boy’s arms and dug into his biceps, curling his fingers around the edges of the muscles.
He moved back to the head of the table and more oil was trailed up and down Blaine’s back. The sweet orange flower in the oil and Kurt’s languid movements seemed to have lulled the boy into a daze. Starting at his shoulders, Kurt pushed the oil out and down the curve of Blaine’s back with his thumbs, hands spread to maximize coverage. He reached down further, his thumbs dipped into the dimples decorating Blaine’s lower back and brushed against the towel covering the swell of his ass. Pulling back, Kurt lessened the pressure and brought his hands back to the shoulders. Preparing to repeat the move, he leaned into it, putting his weight behind his hands and pushed down harder, forcing air out of Blaine’s lungs and a soft grunt from his throat.
The spice of the pine in the oil is comforting as Blaine pulled in a surprised breath. The pressure Kurt used was mind-numbingly wonderful and Blaine let go of his worry of inappropriate boners and let Kurt’s touch cast a spell over him.
Blaine’s sighs and grunts were doing a number on Kurt. He experienced a heady rush as he continued to stroke down Blaine’s back; his hands continued to push the towel further back on each pass to uncover more of Blaine’s cheeks. Content with his progress, he concentrated on Blaine’s shoulders, really working on the knots he found there. Satisfied the shoulders had succumbed to relaxation, Kurt moved to Blaine’s right side, repeating the earlier motions while he massaged his hand and arm. As Kurt leaned over the table to drag his hands across Blaine’s back from one side to the other, Blaine’s fingers brushed across the swell of Kurt’s hard cock. Kurt’s mouth dropped open as his eye snapped shut.
Blaine’s eyes flicked open, blinking rapidly not quite sure if what he just felt was what he thought it was.
The first pass over Blaine’s fingers was accidental but Kurt was sure to repeat the motion several times, happy for the friction, and noticed also that Blaine hadn’t moved his fingers away. Actually now that he was paying attention, Kurt realized that Blaine didn’t appear to be breathing at all and he waited for Blaine to say something to stop proceedings.
After half a beat, when no words were spoken, Kurt moved away and Blaine took a deep breath, waiting to see what would happen next. To Kurt the air was thick with promise while Blaine’s skin tingled, wanting more contact.
Kurt grabbed the bottle of oil, adjusted the heavy cock trapped by his briefs and drizzled oil up and down both of Blaine’s legs then prepared to go further than he had ever gone with a client. Of course Kurt had given a few boyfriends full body massages which had all ended in amazing romps between the sheets, but he’d never taken that step with a paying customer before. However, before his conscience could kick in, his arousal propelled his hands into action and he spread Blaine’s legs slightly to rub oil into the right calf.
Kurt continued to stroke further up Blaine’s right leg, kneading his hamstring and inner thigh. Kurt’s gaze flicked between what his hands were touching and Blaine’s back to make sure he was still breathing. He really didn’t want to have to administer CPR or call an ambulance after having made sexual advances towards a client for the very first time. Kurt’s hand slid up and under the towel, fully over one of Blaine’s ass cheeks. As the towel bunched up, he removed it with his other hand so he never lost contact with Blaine’s skin. The towel dropped quietly to the floor.
Kurt continued to sweep his hands down Blaine’s leg and up again over his ass cheek then slid down the other cheek and down over the left leg. He repeated the motions over and over again, to give Blaine the chance to bolt or relax into his touch.
Blaine stared wide-eyed at the ground while Kurt’s hands were on his ass. Oh God, Kurt’s hands were on his ass. Suddenly he was very thirsty and very hard. He felt Kurt’s fingers flutter over his balls before moving up over his cheeks again. There was a soft touch, thumbs perhaps, that ran up the crack of his ass and then fingers dragged the cheeks apart slightly to hold him open for a moment.
He wasn’t sure if this was normal. Blaine frowned suddenly at the thought of his Aunty Rosy being spread out like this. Surely not, he thought. After all Kurt was gay, would he want to lay a woman out like that? No, no, that didn’t make any sense. It must simply have been because this was a full body massage. Everyone he’d told about the massage kept saying ‘full body’ like there was a secret behind it he wasn’t aware of, and oh, maybe that was why this was happening. Okay yes, that made much more sense.
Kurt felt the tension in Blaine’s muscles release suddenly, like he had given himself over to Kurt. He practically drooled at the sight of Blaine’s puckered entrance. His cock throbbed, wanting to be buried in that tight ass. He rubbed a thumb lightly over Blaine’s asshole. As the boy gasped, Kurt increased the pressure a tad, wanting to hear Blaine moan. He couldn’t wait long though.
He picked up the bottle of 2n1 and squeezed the lube out so that it dripped down over Blaine’s hole. He put his thumb back against Blaine’s entrance, rubbed in the lube and was rewarded by a flutter as the muscles in Blaine’s ass pushed against Kurt’s thumb. He pushed his thumb in a little harder and the muscles started to squeeze together, sucking his thumb in just a little. Blaine made a noise that sounded like a cross between a cough and a gurgle. Kurt patted one of his ass cheeks and in a soothing voice said, “It’s okay, just part of the full body service. I like to make sure that your muscles are as relaxed inside and these ones out here are.”
Kurt jiggled a cheek gently to make his point and waited a beat for Blaine to respond. “Of course Blaine, if you’re uncomfortable we can just move on. I’ll just get you to flip over and start work on your front.”
Blaine swallowed hurriedly. He definitely wasn’t ready to have his hard dick twitching all over the show, which it definitely would be once he was on his back looking at his gorgeous, shirtless masseur. “N-n-no, no, it’s okay. Just, um, unexpected that’s all.”
“Alright. Why don’t I explain what else is involved before we proceed so we can make you comfortable,” Kurt tried to say in his most professional voice while he held his thumb completely still against Blaine’s hole.
“Uh, yeah, that sounds good actually.” Blaine sighed. The thumb almost in his ass felt odd but kind of nice. As Kurt started to speak again, the thumb began to rub tiny circles around his asshole before it dipped in against the flutter again. Blood rushed through Blaine’s ears and it drowned out whatever it was that Kurt was saying. His heart was beating rapidly as the thumb steadily pushed into his hole slowly. His breathing quickened, as the thumb pulled out and pushed in again in a slow rhythm, not quite sure whether he liked it. Suddenly the thumb was gone but a newly slick finger began to push in. Blaine’s thoughts raced. He’d never done this before, i-it-it felt weird but not bad.
In all things considered, he was a virgin. He tried fooling around with a girl at a party much earlier in the year and but couldn’t stay hard while she manhandled him while breathing heavily into his ear. She deemed it as a serious character flaw apparently, telling him that lacrosse team didn’t have a problem with her hand-jobs and there must be something wrong with him. It was after that party that the bullying really started and Blaine took a long hard look in the mirror before realizing that if it had been one of the lacrosse players that had given him a hand-job he would have had no performance issues whatsoever.
As his mind wandered through the memory, he realized that there were two fingers sliding into him. He wished he been able to pay attention to Kurt earlier and he bit his lip as the fingers started stretching apart inside him, creating a slight burning sensation. He was immediately distracted however by Kurt’s hand as it rolled his balls between his fingers. Slowly he was aware that was Kurt mumbling something and he strained to hear him but couldn’t quite make it out over the background music that was still playing. Blaine drifted with the music and closed his eyes as Kurt started to pump his fingers faster into his ass.
Kurt was ecstatic at the turn of events. He couldn’t believe how well Blaine was taking his fingers and thought he must be the first to touch him like this. He knew he was taking advantage of this naive boy but it was electrifying to think he was about to deflower a virgin.
“Can you take a third Blaine?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. It seemed like Blaine was floating in his own world. He hadn’t said one word since Kurt had explained the fingering and fucking disguised as a body rub still to come. Blaine could be asleep for all Kurt knew; although that seemed unlikely as the boy’s breathing continually hitched while Kurt’s fingers plundered his booty. Okay, this was no time for pirate jokes. This was serious business. He was about go three fingers deep into an unbelievably hot and trusting sixteen year old boy.
Blaine heard his name spoken about the same time as three wet fingers pushed past his newly stretched rim. A stinging feeling travelled up his insides and he tensed. Kurt put a warm hand on his shoulder and rubbed his thumb in circles tenderly.
“Oh Blaine,” Kurt starts, “Breathe through it, that’s it, that’s it,” he purred as the three fingers eased their way inside.
Blaine huffed a breath out, suddenly feeling immensely full. The masseur’s fingers twisted as he pulled out then slid straight back in. On the next pass, the fingers crooked up and dragged out across Blaine’s insides, a rush of pleasure shot through his veins. Sparks flew out to his fingers and toes as he gasped for Kurt to do that again.
Of course, Kurt happily complied; glad to have finally found the boy’s prostate. Kurt steadily thrust his fingers in over and over until Blaine started to push his hips back, mewling with desire. He pulls his fingers out a final time.
Blaine whimpered, feeling empty and a little chilled.
Kurt moved to the head of the table and lifted Blaine’s head a little so he can remove the face cradle. “Shuffle down the table Blaine, so you can lay your head down.” Moving back to the side table against the wall, Kurt pushed his pants and briefs down and off. Reaching for the condom, he noticed Blaine, head turned away and rutting into the padded sheet-covered table. Once again, he smiled to himself, glad that he was able to push both of their boundaries because clearly, they were as turned on as each other.
After rolling on the condom, he stroked himself with the lube, his head thrown back at the touch to his overheated and neglected cock. He picked up the scented oil bottle, applied a little more to Blaine’s back and cheeks then switched it out for the 2n1 and applied more lube to Blaine’s entrance. He spread Blaine’s legs wider, hiked a knee up and climbed onto the table to settle between Blaine’s legs.
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