Date: Sun, 31 May 2009 18:55:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D <masterterradil@yahoo.com>
Subject: Authoritarian: Clientele Part One

Ross Avilgliano had carved a niche for himself in the small community where
he'd felt fortunate to find a job.
	Unfortunately, it was in the middle of everywhere, but close to
none. The town, Martinsburg, was 4,200 in population, and considered a
city. The next largest community of any size was 49,000, 50 minutes away to
the north, and Springfield, the state capitol, was an hour away to the
east.
	Only two places offered 24-hour service, a gas station and a
grocery store, and the grocery store would cut hours during the winter.
	Ross had been here at just a year, starting his job a couple of
weeks before school did in the fall.
	Ross was the athletic trainer, an odd term for a physical
therapist, but the industry name. While the position paid well, Ross
decided to generate some additional income and had become a masseur.
	His business had exploded over night, thanks to a combination of
things including his Italian good looks, his friendly personality, his
professional background, and his clientele.
	Ross was an imposing figure, standing 6'3" tall, broad shoulders
from his three years playing professional football, and classic Italian
features. Ross was known to strut, but his gait was from his build, not his
attitude. He was 26.
	He had a smile for everyone, and thanks to knowing everyone's
children, he'd swiftly learned everyone in town and the surrounding smaller
communities.
	His three years as a professional football player had attracted
several families to the area when school ended in the spring.
	While he was not a coach, his presence had become a recruiting
tool, and families with football players had flocked to town.
	When Ross opened his massage and massage therapy business, he had a
maximum number of clientele in a week, and was turning away three times as
many. He called in a couple of buddies from the football days, and the
three had a very successful business. Ross re-worked his client list to
shuffle the female clients to his buddies, and he took the most handsome
men.
	Ross' masseur sessions were one part physical therapy and one part
mental therapy.
	Mr. Bert was the last client of the day. Augustus Bert was
handsome, distinguished, and one of the wealthiest men in town. Augustus
was Ross' first client, the father of the football team's quarterback. His
senior son was just as good looking as his father, never lacking a girl on
each arm when he was spotted in town.
	Ross was careful not to fool around with his clientele, but he'd
changed his mind over the summer when most of his playmates had moved to
larger areas to make a living.
	Ross knew Augustus was not a happy man at home.
	Over the last six months, Augustus had shared his life with
Ross. Augustus' wife was just short of being a harpy. They'd quit having
sex and Augustus liked his sex. He often pried into Ross' sex life, but
Ross never shared. How do you tell the father of the quarterback that
you're gay?
	Ross never touched a student inappropriately. A couple of students
were tempting, but Ross could wait until they were legal, and he would.
	The fathers, well, that was a different story.
	Ross prepped his station. His buddies were already gone for the
day, and Ross didn't have a game to get to; the school season didn't start
for another couple of weeks, although pre-season practice had. That ended
30 minutes ago. Ross had just left the shower, and started prepping when
Augustus entered. He was a few minutes early. That was unlike him, but had
become typical the past few months.
	"Augustus, welcome, I just got ready for you. Go ahead and disrobe
in the next room and come out when you're ready," Ross said.
	Augustus would go into the next room, strip, meditate for a few
minutes, then come out for his massage when he was ready.
	Ross had designed a massage table for his needs. A typical massage
table would have a plane for the body and a ring at the end for a headrest.
	Ross had kept that part, but where the hips would rest, Ross' table
split in two, so Ross was able to spread the legs and deliver a better
massage to each limb. Ross had used the table for his personal pleasure,
too, but never with a client.
	The table was ready and Ross waited for Augustus to finish his
mediation. Ross liked Augustus. Augustus stood 6', a trim build, and a
mostly smooth body. Augustus had no chest hair. A trail started at his
navel and slimly fanned out into his pubes. He had average covering on his
arms and legs, and a little more than that on his ass.
	The 43-year-old man was in great shape. Ross was attracted to
Augustus, but hadn't done anything. But six months ago, Ross started
wondering.
	Augustus often shared things, but six months ago, he shared a fight
between him and Bunnie (it was on her birth certificate). Each week
Augustus came in for his massage, to relieve tension and relax, he revealed
the deterioration of his marriage. They'd disagreed on Justin's choice of
college. Justin was the football quarterback, stunningly good looking,
attaining the height of his father, and taking the best of looks from both
of his parents.
	Just two weeks ago, Augustus revealed he and Bunnie no longer
shared a bedroom, and hadn't had sex for several weeks before that.
	Ross was tempted. With his sex partners mostly gone, Ross had made
a decision. Today's massage would be new, and he didn't think Augustus
would mind.
	The meditation room door opened and Augustus strode forth. For the
second week, he wore no towel. Ross had thought nothing of it last week,
but this week, there seemed to be body language, a sub-text of intent. Ross
had seen Augustus' penis for a year now. The ample appendage dangled low,
long soft, a scepter to make a horse jealous.
	Being a hometown boy, Augustus' penis was known, and
legendary. Rumor was Justin had several half-siblings. Augustus had seen to
it that his son would not follow in his footsteps in that regard, having
put the boy into a chastity device when he was 14. Ross had observed the
device numerous times during therapy sessions with Justin. Justin, instead
of being ashamed, proudly showed it off since it completely concealed his
cock. Ross had learned Justin was allowed to take it off when his parents
knew he would not be around females.
	Both his parents, and several persons throughout the community had
keys including Ross, the coach, the hospital, all the ambulances and other
medical emergency services.
	Augustus' cock was legendary. Justin's was enormous.
	Augustus lay on the table, face down, resting his face in the
padded headrest.
	"How are you feeling, Augustus?" Ross started, going immediately
for the shoulders, starting the 15 minutes regimen those required. Augustus
used to be a 40-minute massage client, but he'd upped his sessions to
nearly two hours, and had discussed doubling the sessions per week.
	"Want my wife? Bunnie is hinting at divorce. `Justin must go to a
proper college,'" he mimicked his wife's high, strained voice, the voice of
every stereotypical family matron. "`Community college is not
acceptable. His grandmother's money is paying for this, Augustus.' She
droned on and on today, a full two hours. Toward the end, she mentioned
that divorce lawyer from Versailles, but for negotiating with the
college. I think it was a hint."
	"Has Justin been asked?" Ross threw out the idea.
	"Justin wants two years at the community college, then transfer for
a third year at a proper college, graduate, and go into professional
football," Augustus sighed. "You're sure he can go pro?"
	Ross fielded that question from parents all the time. He hated
it. Justin was the only kid in school that had a shot at the pros, but a
dozen parents thought their child was a star!
	"He has a chance, Augustus," he said, holding a shoulder for
pressure, then released. "I'm glad you started the meditations. I think
they really help you relax."
	"I appreciate your insightful techniques and suggestions for
change," Augustus said. "I need whatever I can get."
	"I wanted to try some new moves today," Ross said. "I think given
your recent tension-creating situations, you'll appreciate something a
little different."
	"Great, Ross. My body is in your capable hands," Augustus said.
	In silence, Ross worked down Augustus' back, to the firm
buttock. He popped the table open and started his usual massage of each
leg. The routine was rigorous. Ross always scheduled Augustus last for this
reason. Afterward, Ross would be exhausted.
	Ross finished the legs, and eyed the furry butt. The black hairs
showed no signs of the salt-and-pepper mane atop Augustus' head. The hairs
weaved into a thick thatch going down into the ass crack.
	Ross moved the leg planks to their furthest position.
	"This is the new part, Augustus. Let me know if anything isn't
relaxing," Ross said, his voice trained to be comforting and soothing.
	Clients always showered before their sessions. A shower was in the
facility if it was needed.
	For the first time ever, legs spread, Augustus' anus was fully
visible. Ross licked his lips, then started applying pressure to the inner
thighs, very close to the spot. Massage techniques existed for every part
of the body, but most clients would consider them inappropriate, being so
close to such private parts of the body.
	Ross had received approval, and continued. Augustus would moan or
slightly adjust his body, but said nothing as Ross' fingers found forgotten
flesh.
	"How's that feeling, Augustus?" Ross ventured.
	"Great, man. I didn't even know I had tension there," he said.
	"Slide back a few inches, Augustus. I think you'd be more relaxed
that way."
	As he did, his dick came off the table and hung from his body. He
sighed as Ross adjusted the headrest so Augustus would still be
comfortable.
	Ross worked toward Augustus' hole, watching the banker's cock
gently sway from his crotch.
	"This is a freeing position, Ross," Augustus said. "Incredible."
	Ross was massaging between the hole and scrotum, applying a deep
pressure, actually stimulating the prostate without penetrating the anus.
	After about five minutes, the desired effect was noticed. Augustus
horse-cock was slightly stiffer, and leaking precum. Without the cock being
between Augustus' body and the table, the man wasn't noticing his
excitement.
	"I'd like to try some internal massages today, Augustus. These are
considered unorthodox techniques, but they involve massaging the oral
cavity, which would be your mouth, and your anal cavity. I think you'll
find they are very relaxing techniques. I know you have a lot of tension
these days.
	"I use more than just my fingers for these techniques, but it's all
natural. If you don't like it, of course, just say so and I'll stop."
	"Ross, you're the professional here. You've never steered me
wrong. Go right ahead."
	Ross leaned in and grasped each butt check, leaned in more,
sniffed, approved, and started licking the hairy ass. Augustus head shot
out of the headrest, but he didn't protest. He did try moving forward, but
Ross held his ass cheeks firmly, and kept the body in place.
	Augustus started moaning. "Fuck, that's good!" his mind
screamed. The tension started draining from his body almost
immediately. Soon, Augustus was hovering between being awake and asleep as
Ross continued tonguing the hot, hairy hole.
	The horse cock was much stiffer, and precum just drooled.
	The banker purred with relaxation, so Ross decided to up the ante,
and slid a finger into the warm womb.
	Again, Augustus tensed up, but relaxed again as he adjusted.
	"Ross, that is...odd."
	"Internal massage, Augustus. Just give me a bit more, and you'll
see what I'm doing."
	Ross had slid in the middle finger, the fuck finger, to find the
banker's prostate.
	He found the target and Augustus started a guttural moan, deep and
pleasured, begging for more without an intelligible word.
	The horse-cock was firm against the banker's abs; Augustus had
hiked his butt several inches in the air, pushing back on the massaging
finger.
	"Yeah, Ross, massage me, man. Massage me!" Augustus cried, his
penis firing its seed on the table, a few white pearls clinging to
Augustus' chest.
	The banker heaved a final release, then collapsed on the table,
pulling the anus off Ross' finger.
	"Lay and relax, Augustus," Ross soothed, placing warm, steamed
towels atop the banker as his breathing returned to normal. "Just relax."

To be continued...

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