'Are you sure you can squeeze me in?'
'Sure I've got a couple of minutes spare' A dark haired man replied
Barry turned and watched as the blond followed the guy to a room at the back of the gym 'So what did you say you wanted massaged?' The guy smiled as he closed the door leaving Barry desperately trying to peek in.
Barry couldn't hide his arousal at the thought of oiling up his hands and running them all over the girl of his dreams. 'hmmm' Barry groaned as he rearranged his tenting shorts 'I wish I had that guy's job'.
Then with a puff of green smoke, Barry found himself no longer staring at the room where the blond had gone to actually being in it. Barry blinked his eyes with confusion, gone was his gym shorts and top and instead was a blue smock and trousers. No longer mid work out, his hands were now covered in oil and in front of him was the blond. Barry almost lost his mind, his damn wish had come true, it took all of his self control to not cheer like a lunatic, but he couldn't blow it in front of the blond.
'So we were saying, which part do you want massaged' Barry said in his sexiest voice.
'Oh just my hand, the right one really cramps after I do weights' The blond said smiling and holding out her palm.
Barry couldn't hide his disappointment, but still he hoped as he started expertly rubbing the blonde's smooth hand that it might lead to something more. Barry rubbed the hand as sensually as he could and occasionally tried to reach out a bit further, hinting at more but it garnered no response from the blond at all. Barry huffed, his wish had come true and he wasn't going to waste it. With confidence Barry was just about to offer the girl of his dreams a free full body massage when a heavy banging came from the door and a giant Leviathan of man came bursting in.
'Hey babe are you finished?' the blonde's boyfriend asked impatiently
'Sure thing hun' the Blond said taking her hand away from Barry leaving him looking helpless as she stood up.
'Where do you want me bro?' the cocky hunk smiled as he flexed at Barry as the blond giggled at her boyfriend.
Barry wanted to tell the dude to get lost, to get the blond back and to insist on a proper massaged but somehow against his will something entirely different spewed from his mouth. 'Shorts down and laying on your front' Barry's eyes went wide with shock, why had he said that? how had he said it with without thinking it? Barry watched at the hunk pulled down his shorts to reveal his sweat soaked briefs and watched as the guy lay down. Barry's body then went into auto pilot as it grabbed some more oil and lathered up his hands. Barry begged his body not to do it but it wasn't under his control anymore as he started to rub and massage that dumb jock's hairy bubble butt.
'Alright babe I'll see you in an hour' the blond smiled before looking at Barry 'Thanks for squeezing me in' and just like that the girl of Barry's dreams was gone and he was left caressing her idiots boyfriend's butt cheeks. Barry wanted to stop so badly, he could feel the sweat coming off the jock as he rubbed him up and down but his body wouldn't let him.
'Is she gone?' The jock said muffled in the towel
'Yes' Barry growled his anger and disgust obvious.
'Good, now that's its just us bro's I can finally let this loose'
Barry's body didn't even flinch as the immature jock he was massaging unleashed a long loud, wet fart that quickly spread throughout the small room. Barry wanted to gag, he wanted to cover his nose, but most of all he just wanted to leave as he huffed on the foul gas of the football jock. Yet Barry continued his massage as if completely unaffected by the disgusting fart that had just assaulted him. Barry professionally massaged every inch of the dumb jock, even as he farted, burped and talked about all the girls he was sleeping with. Barry didn't know what was happening, he didn't know why he couldn't control himself any more or why he couldn't even ask the dude to stop farting, all he knew was that he wanted it to be over and after an hour it was. As soon as sixty minutes passed Barry stopped rubbing the jock and watched at the dumb smelly jock put his shorts back on and headed for the door. Barry was just about to follow when the jock stood in the door way.
'Hey bro do you want me to send your next client in?'
Barry was confused 'Client?'
'Yeah' the dumb jock then opened the door slightly and allowed Barry to see. Barry felt his body tense up as he saw a line of tall, muscular bulky men, most of them sipping from protein shakes and all of them covered in sweat. Barry wanted to run, he wanted to escape the small fart smelling room, he didn't want this job anymore, but instead of bolting from the room and the gym and never looking back, Barry lost control and screamed internally as he body spoke loudly and said 'NEXT' as two lumbering bodybuilders got up from the chairs.
Barry sobbed inside as he said goodbye to the jock and arranged to see him in two days time, before closing the door to the room where he was now alone with the two monster muscle heads. Barry whimpered as he watched them strip down and he oiled himself up yet again.
Barry looked on with fear as the 300 pound giant stripped to his briefs and stared at the new massage therapist, giving a couple of sniffs. 'Oh is it cool if we fart in here?' The bodybuilder didn't even wait for an answer as he lent to one side and let loose a spluttering ten second long protein fart. Barry wailed as the stench hit his nostrils, but being a professional his body didn't even react as it got to work caressing the sweaty behemoth. All Barry could do was cry internally as his new job massaging all the smelly, stinking muscle heads at the gym got under way. Barry would soon find out he was the most popular massage therapist in town partly due to his relaxed nature and his ability to not throw up after enduring an hour's worth of foul stinking gym rat farts.
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