Tales from the Twine part 3: Mob Massage Madness

Dom steps out of the limo and squints his eyes to read the sign. "Happy Hands" it says with a giant smiling glove giving a thumbs up and a wink. 

The boss took him to a massage parlor?

"Now don't get the wrong idea,"  Frappe says. "I don't normally do this after some schmuck performs a favor for me, but you managed to keep my cousin out of trouble during the wedding AND the reception, and that deserves a reward." He twists one end of his mustache as the corners of his mouth curl into a small but devilish grin. "Besides, I've been wanting to come to this place for months! A few of the boys have been raving about the place."

Dom takes another look at the sign and frowns. The thing is as gaudy as it is cheap looking. He barely has his eyes on it for a few seconds before Frappe grabs his arm and yanks him into the building.

At least someone is excited.

The door makes a little tinkly noise when it's opened. Cute. Almost instantly two people glide from the back of the room and great the duo with warm smiles that could melt ice.

The two could not be more different, she's a short thin woman with dark skin and black hair tied up into a tight bun and he's a tall pale wall of bulk and body fuzz that looks like a blonde teddy bear with a crew cut.

"Hi! I'm Angie, and he's Hans. We'll be your masseuses today!" she beams with a tone that could give someone sugar shock.

"I hope you have wonderful time." Hans adds in an extremely thick accent Dom can't place. The friendly duo beckon the two mob men to the back room, where there's a single table.

"Who goes first?" asks Dom. Frappe responds by smacking him upside the head.

"Oh you guys." giggles Angie before handing the duo a pair of pink towels.

"We let you undress in private." Hans says before hurrying out of the room. Angie gives the two a friendly wink before doing the same.

To Dom's surprise Frappe immediately starts undressing so fast you'd think his clothes were on fire. The younger guy's eyes couldn't help but look all over.

A surprisingly round butt...

Some hefty thick nuts...

Big furry chest...

Angry glare with a mustachio'd frown...

Oops.

"What, you never seen another man's tackle before? You need me to show you how it works?!" he barks while grabbing his junk.

"N-no. It's just...this is all so sudden! Why didn't they take any money? Why'd they stick us in the same room?"

Frappe rolls his eyes. "Okay, A: I paid in advance because the don doesn't like waiting. B: Shut up." He angrily wraps his towel around his waist and sits on the table with a huff.

Not wanting to make the mafia boss mad Dom takes his clothes off and sheepishly puts on his towel.

"Are we having fun? I hope we're having fun!" Angie hollers into the room as she enters cradling a ton of bottles, Hans immediately following behind her holding a small dinky bottle.

"I'm gonna get started on you, so just lay face down on the table and think about clouds and dreams and puppies and-"

"I'm gonna think about my massage if it's the same to you," Frappe says in a huff.

"Okay...well, I'M gonna think about those things," replies Angie

"Go nuts, just massage me."

"Well, I'm just gonna be massaging your neck, shoulders, and back. Hans is gonna be doing the rest."

Frappe jumps a little. "You mean that fuckin' mook is gonna have his mitts on my rump?"

Angie giggles. "Well yeah, I'm not touching your butt. I don't know where it's been."

"Above my legs."

"Oooh, you're too funny!"

Hans interrupts with a cough. "I'm going to be applying the oil now. I try to make it warm but sometimes it not work."

"Well that's okay, I'm a tough guy I ca- AAAH!" the "tough guy" is interrupted by his masseuse squeezing a bottle of now confirmed to be cold oil onto his ass. The giant of a man wastes no time rubbing it into Frappe's rump, and immediately he relaxes and goes limp.

"Holy fuck I didn't know this felt so nice. Shame you're not getting this right now, huh Dom? Ha!"

"Hans, can you close the curtain? I'm sure he'd feel better if I wasn't seeing this." Angie asks in a mom-like tone.

"I don't mind, lady. I know I have a nice ass."

She immediately drops the bubbliness at a speed that actually scares Dom a little. "Okay. I don't wanna see it. Close the curtain." Hans immediately closes the thing with one swift jerking motion, leaving the front half of Frappe only visible to Angie.

Hans goes back to his job, humming a quiet song as his massages the mob boss's tension away.

"You can do it a little harder!" hollers Frappe from behind the curtain. Hans complies and snickers when he hears some moans in response.

"Hey, short man, you want to see a thing?" Hans whispers to Dom, before spreading the older man's cheeks and giving the younger one a hell of a show. Dom starts wildly shaking his head and flailing his arms, whispering to the giant various things that all mean "stop", but all he gets in return is a slick grin and a shushing motion.

"So uh...how in-depth is this massage?" Frappe asks Angie with a voice of confusion. He obviously wasn't expecting what Hans did.

"Oh, we go deep to get rid of all that tension you build up. We use all the best European techniques, straight from...uh...Hans, where did you say you were from again?"

"Texas."

"...right. Anyway they're good massage moves from Europe. They might feel weird at first but I assure you, they'll feel good soon enough."

Hans again gets Dom's attention, before running a finger over the boss's hole, slowly. The man jumps a little and lets out a tiny yelp.

"Ooh, did Hans find a knot?" asks Angie. "He's really good at taking care of those, give him a few minutes."

"He found something!" Frappe exclaims. "You sure these European techniques are worth it? Feels weird. Kinda tingly."

"I promise. We've had a lot of guys like you come in the past few months, and they all look a lot more relaxed when they leave!"

As if to follow up her statement, Hans starts massaging the guy's hole with a finger, and kneading his thighs with the other hand. Everyone in the room can just hear the mob boss's body relax as he lets out a loud sigh of contentment. After some time Angie speaks up.

"Okay, we gotta turn you over so we can do the other side."

"The massage is THAT thorough?" exclaims Frappe.

Dom could practically feel her confusion. "I dunno what massage parlor you've gone to where they only did one side of you, but yes, it is. Hans? Turn him over."

"Ya, of course." Hans bends over to give the man's ass a little smooch and then quickly flips him over with a small thud.

"Okay, we're just gonna do your front for a little while, and then we're gonna go back to the other side, okay?" Angie beams. The "Texan" wastes no time and drenches the now belly up man's half hard cock in oil. It immediately twitches. Hans grabs it with one hand and starts doing slow and deep strokes, using the other hand to massage his balls.

At this point Dom's own dick starts to harden, and judging by the growing lump he was seeing in Hans' pants, he wasn't the only one. The blonde bear beckons the smaller man over and takes one hand off of Frappe to start stroking the other man's cock, picking up in intensity as time goes on. Dom starts to feel his orgasm building but before he can fire off Angie speaks up again.

"Okay, now we're done with this side, time to flip over again!"

"Now?!" Frappe says in annoyance.

"Yeah, I know we're good but we got other parts to get to, right Hans?"

"Oh, ya. Lots to do." Hans punctuates this by flipping Frappe over, who at this point lays in an awkward position to accomodate his throbbing hardon.

"Why are you-" Angie starts.

"No reason. More comfortable. I like it," the boss says rapid fire.

"Okay...well this way its easier to get your shoulders, I guess?"

Hans snickers quietly before spreading Frappe's cheeks and tonguing his hole. Once again he replies with loud moaning. At this point Dom is openly stroking his cock. No reason to not enjoy the show!

"These European techniques sure are intense!" the boss says between heavy breaths.

"I know right? Hans always gets results. His moves have brought us so many repeat customers!"

"I'm abso-fucking-lutely coming back!" he replies.

"Glad to hear that! Hey Hans? Grab me the peppermint lotion, this guy needs to moisturize bad!"

Hans' eyes shoot wide open as he scrambles to grab the bottle, only to drop it on the floor with a thud, spilling the contents."

Angie sighs. "Again? Geeze. This is why I carry most of the bottles," she says with a tone that says she's experienced this dozens of times. "I'm sorry sir, I'll go get a mop and clean that up, then we'll finish." Dom hears her shoes clack along the floor, and then the opening and closing of a door.

"Okay so, uh, whatever the fuck you're doing?" Frappe barks. "Do more! I haven't felt this good in years. More of that European shit, or whatever." Hans responds by dropping his pants, letting his cock spring forward like a diving board, then turning the mustachioed mob boss over.

"You will feel slight pressure," Hans says with a sly grin.

"I will feel whatever it takes, just fucking do it!"

Hans lifts the older man's legs and lines his cock up with his hole.

"Is that one of those massage wands I've heard of?"

In response he slowly pushes his cock in until he's balls deep.

"Oof! You weren't kidding about the pressure!"

"Just relax, it will feel good soon." The masseuse starts slow strokes, but quickly builds speed as the older man grabs the table for stability.

"F-f-fuck yeah! No wonder the guys recommended this place. You know what you're doing!" After hearing this Hans laughs. "Of course sir, we pride ourselves on giving top service!"

After a few minutes of this, Hans lets out a grunt and grips Frappe's hips as he slams his cock inside of the mob boss, no doubt filling him up. A few moments to catch his breath and he slides out, pulling his pants back up.

"Hold on. I want more of that! Gimme that wand again!" yells the boss. Hans smirks and pushes Dom toward his boss's hole. Don't gotta tell him twice. He grabs some oil to lube himself up and quickly starts pounding his ass with the force of a man who hasn't had the chance to fuck in years.

"Wow, the boss's hole feels really good. He's actually squeezing my dick!" muses Dom. After the handjob he was already close, so it only takes a couple minutes for him to cream the mafioso's ass as well. Before he can catch his breath though, Hans pulls him away.

"You ready for the finish?" he asks.

"Hell yeah I am!" the boss replies.

Hans quickly throats Frappe's dick to the base, and gives him the most intense blowjob Dom has ever seen.

"W-woah! T-this is amazing!" he yells in surprise, thrusting his hips into the giant's mouth. "Feels like a....nah, it can't be. Probably a European thing." he mutters.

"Hey...uh, am I allowed to uh...you know?" he asks.

"Ummhmmm!" Hans responds still bobbing his head up and down on the don's cock.

"Fuck yeah, I'm about to...holy fuck!" he yells thrusting as hard as he can into the masseuse's mouth, who swallows everything he can.

Suddenly the door slams open!

"Sorry I took so long, guys! I couldn't find the mop for a while, I-" she stops. "Why are you on your back?"

"Oh, uh, sorry Hands finished me."

"Hans."

"Whatever."

"Actually I finished both," Hands blurts out. "They are both completely relaxed. I even gave this gentleman a little extra."

"I was gone THAT long?!" Angie replies in shock. "Damn, I'd better keep the mop nearby from now on."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," says Frappe.

"Well... Since you guys are done, we can wrap this up," Angie says pulling back the curtain. Dom has quickly put his towel on and resumed his place near the door, and Hans wrapped a towel around Frappe so his wilting dick couldn't be seen.

"He's got this down to a science," Dom thinks to himself.

Angie clicks her tongue. "Hans I don't know how you do it. When you dropped that lotion bottle, I think some got in your beard. Go wash it off in the sink before you smell like a candy cane." Hans complies and she motions for the two to get dressed. "I'm gonna go take care of the paperwork, you both know where the exit is, right?" she asks with a smile as she leaves the room.

Frappe turns to Dom and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"We're coming back here next week."