Like Putty in His Hands

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story with themes of blackmail and homosexuality - (Although this first chapter doesn't feature much of it) If either of those themes offend you, please do not read. Any resemblance to real people and/or their experiences is purely coincidental. Read at your own risk or not at all.

This is my first submission to Literotica, and my first piece of creative writing written in a long time. Any feedback would be appreciated (Especially concerning sentence structure / syntax etc).


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Jeremy's eyes were fixed shut as he listened to the soothing pitter patter of water droplets against his skin and the ceramic tiles around him. Having grown up in a small house with 3 sisters, he never did have much privacy; having to share a room with his younger sister. However the shower was his sanctuary, for his body and mind alike. Sitting in its confines, with his back against the cool wall, he could lose himself in his thoughts and fantasies. Feeling safe with the knowledge that no one would impede him, he spent countless hours in the shower. Now, as a young adult, nineteen, living away from home, this came to be a problem with Claire, his roommate, who voiced strong disapproval of the hot water usage. Especially when the shower fan - after it had broken down - could no longer be relied on to clearing up the steam that a long shower usually came with.

Hence here Jeremy sat. A time somewhere in the vicinity of midnight on a Friday, at his local 24/7 gym. Caressed by the gentle beads of cascading water, all the while stroking his penis. Images of Janine, a friend of Claire, flooded his mind. Still a virgin at 19, his vivid imagination was the closest thing to intimacy with a female. His free left hand glided across his chest as his right was working furiously at bringing him closer to a self-attained orgasm.

He bit his lip as he visualized Janine erotically knelt between his legs, worshiping his giant cock with her tongue and hands. 'Put it in your mouth,' he would demand.

'I can't, your cock is just too big,' She would coyly sulk, playfully kissing his balls before she got back to slobbering on his manhood, her sharp blue eyes piercing his own. He had passed the point of no return, tensing up as he braced for ejaculation. He shuddered as he pointed his spasming penis toward the shower drain.

Opening his eyes, the envisaged monster endowment between his legs was replaced by the reality of a softening five inch dick. He sat, watching the water and his body fluid disappear into the void.

"Cute stuff kid". Those three words echoed in his head. His heart raced. He froze unable to move, he was at his most exposed, sitting on the floor of a gym shower.

Calming himself down, he rationalized. 'That can't be directed at me, no way.' Breathing a sigh of relief he looked towards the cubicle door, it was shut. It was shut, but he could see two feet, toes pointed towards him. Big feet. And directly above those feet, peaking out over the top of the cubicle door was one of the staff. A giant of a man, with an equally big smile across his face.

"Sorry to disturb you, was just making sure you were alright, been in there quite awhile. Come talk with me before you go home." With a wink, the man left. Jeremy was dumbfounded. He held eye contact with a man, whilst naked, and he had no doubt that man had seen him fondling himself. The shame. The humiliation. The mortification. This was the first time he had been caught wanking, the first time anyone else in his adult life had seen him naked. A sickening feeling began to up-well in his stomach.

The moments following went by with haste, he was surprised how quick they seemed to pass when in his head his world was crumbling. He wanted to get home as soon as he could, lie down and sleep, and wake up tomorrow to find out none of this actually happened. How hard he wished that could happen.

Before he knew it he was dressed, backpack on, walking towards the exit. The gargantuan man was sitting at the counter, apparently captivated by something on his phone. Now was a better time than any to avoid further embarrassment and leave the premises unnoticed. Head down, he made for the door, but not long after the voice that haunted his recent minutes spoke out to him yet again.

"Hey, wait up kiddo," the man spoke out as he paced towards the exit with just a few of his great strides, reaching out with a strong hand to grasp Jeremy's shoulder and turn the boy towards him. "Sorry to have to put you through this, but we do need to talk. Can show me your Gym card?" Jeremy meekly smiled with pursed lips as he dove into his back pocket to produce his wallet, and from that his Gym Membership Card. "Great, if you please." The man gestured towards the counter, with the hand that took the card, the other still on Jeremy's shoulder, guiding him as they walked.

Jeremy could now accurately give detail to the disparity in size between him and what he could only assume was a personal trainer. The man was 6'4, with a large solid build. Jeremy was dwarfed in comparison, at 5'7, mostly skin and bone, and had to take many fast steps to not topple over whilst being guided to the counter by the man and his long strides.

Running the Gym card through the system the staff member found out Jeremy's details. "Well, hello Jeremy, my name is Sven. I'm a masseur here." Sven said out loud, keeping his eyes on the screen, seemingly copying down the information with a pen and paper.

'Great, they're going to revoke my membership,' Jeremy pondered as he fidgeted, unsure of how hes meant to act in this situation.

"Ah good, it looks like you live very close by. Convenient." Jeremy still only returning any talk with a resigned smile. "Late night at work then?"

"Something like that," Jeremy responded after a short pause. "About before..."

The mention of 'before' brought a great grimace across Sven's face. "Yes! I have been wanting to talk with you about that, I should say, I have been wanting to show you something."

'Show me something?' Thought the boy, confused about the turn the conversation had taken. Sven drew his phone from his pocket and then played around with it a bit before facing the screen towards Jeremy.

"I believe that is you, right?" Sven asked rhetorically, not needing a verbal reply if one at all. The look on Jeremy's face told it all. He knew the boy understood part of the situation he was now in. "So kid, is this something you want me to keep between just the two of us?"

Jeremy nodded in defeat, mouth ever so slightly parted, eyes locked on to the recording of himself in the shower cubicle moments before. He didn't want anyone to see this. "Well, I think you might be able to help me keep this as our secret, you see, I need more clients. I want you to be a regular of mine. Nothing more, nothing less. For you, I keep this little video our secret, and you pay $50 for every half hour session? One video, $50 each time. Does that sound fair?" Sven questioned, putting his phone in his pocket, along with the small piece of paper he wrote down Jeremy's details on.

The boy knew he was in no place to negotiate. He never contemplated getting massages before, and didn't know how much it would normally cost, but it didn't seem like this situation would be nearly the same kind of tribulation as it could potentially have been. "Okay..." He murmured quietly, still unsure whether or not he should be at ease.

"Great! I'm sure this will be the start of a great relationship," cheered the larger, bulkier Sven, handing Jeremy back his Gym Membership.

* ** *** ** * ** *** ** *

Jeremy had been going to get massages from Sven for two weeks now, and it was eating away at his money. Sven was texting him every second day to fill in an opening in his schedule, and Jeremy being the submissive he was wouldn't dare refuse. He still found himself very much intimidated by the muscular man. However, the massages themselves were pleasant. The feeling of oil being kneaded thoroughly into his flesh was divine, and Sven was great at keeping the talk flowing. Jeremy wasn't pleased with how the big pile of man kept referring to him purely as "kid" and "boy", but maybe that was just how Sven was, and with the comparisons in appearance, he very well looked like a boy.

By now Sven knew all sorts of things about Jeremy, his job at the agency, his crush on Claire's friend Janine, his virginity, all sorts of things. In turn, Jeremy learnt a lot of things about his masseur, that he was 27, recently out of a long-term relationship and a former college basketball star.

Today was a Thursday, and at nine o'clock at night Sven had another session booked in for Jeremy, his ninth session, of which Jeremy could only comply. The young man was only an office junior at a nearby agency, because of the new expenses he had to cover he was starting to live hand to mouth.

After spending the early evening hours at home he went to withdraw a hundred dollars then head to the Gym for a light workout before getting his massage. Things were going as these new circumstances usually would. Another massage that got him struggling to hide his arousal, this massage seemed to last longer, and Jeremy was loving every minute of it. Skin on skin contact with another person wasn't something he experienced often.

He couldn't wait to go home and relieve himself, he missed his long shower wanks, but he wouldn't dare risk getting caught at the gym masturbating a second time. He worked out a new system, shower clean at the gym, and shower for leisure back at the apartment. The seemingly long massage came to an end, Jeremy felt revitalized.

"Thanks for filling in kid, that'll be $100," Sven stated matter-of-factly as Jeremy sat upright on the massage table, Sven sitting on his own chair in front of a computer. The room was fairly small, - feeling especially so in the company of Sven - only really containing the massage table, a small unit (with some shelving, pigeon holes and a drawer), and a small officer style desk with computer.

Jeremy didn't plan on needing $100, that would put him out of pocket, and he wanted to buy some gas on the way back. "$100? I thought it was only $50?"

"It is, but today I had you stay for a full hour, and at our rate that is $100." Jeremy was flabbergasted, he never agreed to a full hour, he wasn't happy about the money he was having to spend lately, but he did have enough to pay for tonight. Barely.

Jeremy felt violated as he slipped off from the massage table to reach into the small pigeon hole that had his jeans and other belongings. Over the past two weeks he had gotten used to being in just his underwear in front of the man. Tonight though, he was not feeling comfortable, noticeably avoiding eye contact and eager to be in more clothes than just his underwear so he can up and leave, noticeably upset.

A small chuckle was evoked from Sven. He had been massaging this boy for awhile now, he wanted things to escalate, he wanted his cock sucked, he wanted a tight ass to fuck. He wanted all those, but he wasn't getting frustrated. He had complete control. Sven liked inexperienced young guys, he loved the honesty of a young guy's erect penis pulsating and bouncing about as his young tight ass was fucked, face twisted in gratification. Nothing turned him on more than a sissy cock that erupts without even being touched. Sissies can't fake it. One more thing Sven knew about Jeremy was that Jeremy was a soon-to-be sissy. His sissy.

He knew he had to play it slow with Jeremy, he had to make sure he didn't scare him away too soon, he had to make sure the kid willingly chose to do something that didn't frighten him as much as having his video shown to others would.

"You alright, boy?" Sven's voice smoothly oozed out of his mouth as his eyes intensely bore down on the young man. Jeremy could feel his masseur's eyes drilling into the side of his head.

"Ye-yeah..." The boy stammered, still unwilling to make eye contact as he take his wallet out and starts to fumble with it, beginning the retrieve the entirety of the money he had earlier gotten from the ATM. A smile of victory was displayed on Sven's face. 'This boy was mine,' he thought, nay, he knew.

"Take a seat, kiddo." Sven said, first taking the wallet from Jeremy, and the money, cramming the latter back into its container and chucking it in the pigeon hole before ushering Jeremy backwards. The boy feels his hamstrings come into contact with the massage table, then sits down in confusion. 'What now? I had the money..' He thought, starting to stress a little.

Jeremy begins to open his mouth, ready to apologize, but not sure what for. A large finger of the man rests on the boy's lips, silencing him. "You're still a young kid, $50 that often is quite a sum of money to spend every time you come here," Sven starts talking, his voice husky and his smell musky. "I was thinking maybe we could come to an agreement, which will keep us both happy," he continues, looking around from the kid for a moment as he reaches for the wheeled office chair, pulling it down towards him so he can sit on it. The chair sat much lower to the ground than the massage table did, giving Jeremy the higher eye-level between the two of them. It eased him slightly, but he knew he wasn't in control.

Two strong hands gripped the boy's knees, gently coercing them apart. "Do you think we could do that, come to an agreement?" Sven asks, biting his lips as his eyes roam the body of the boy, thinking impure thoughts.

"I, um..." The boy was flustered, his hands initially moving out of reflex to try and peel the stronger man's inappropriate touching. 'Why was this inappropriate? He touches me like this all the time? And I pay for it... And like it.' "Uh.."

A small laugh erupts from the man, his body heaving up and down a little with his exhales. "Come on cutie, yes or no?" The eyes of the both of them meet, one with fire and ferocity, the other's stare being the polar opposite. Slowly he drops his gaze down, no longer having the will the hold eye contact, nodding his head. Jeremy expected the agreement to be another exploitation of his submissiveness, but perhaps it would be easier on him than all the money he had to spend on the massages. The word, "Yes," dropped from his mouth, falling out, not being bothered to project it.

'Easy now, let's not scare him,' Sven prepped himself. "I've already seen you play with yourself once..." The masseur starts, his hands starting to do laps up and down the boy's small thighs. "Why not give me another - private - showing. Up close and personal." His hands move up to the boy's waistband, fingertips hooking underneath, ready to pull the boxers down. "If you do that for me, tonight's massage will be on-the-house."

To be continued...?Disclaimer: This is a fictional story with themes of blackmail and homosexuality - (Although this first chapter doesn't feature much of it) If either of those themes offend you, please do not read. Any resemblance to real people and/or their experiences is purely coincidental. Read at your own risk or not at all.

This is my first submission to Literotica, and my first piece of creative writing written in a long time. Any feedback would be appreciated (Especially concerning sentence structure / syntax etc).


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Jeremy's eyes were fixed shut as he listened to the soothing pitter patter of water droplets against his skin and the ceramic tiles around him. Having grown up in a small house with 3 sisters, he never did have much privacy; having to share a room with his younger sister. However the shower was his sanctuary, for his body and mind alike. Sitting in its confines, with his back against the cool wall, he could lose himself in his thoughts and fantasies. Feeling safe with the knowledge that no one would impede him, he spent countless hours in the shower. Now, as a young adult, nineteen, living away from home, this came to be a problem with Claire, his roommate, who voiced strong disapproval of the hot water usage. Especially when the shower fan - after it had broken down - could no longer be relied on to clearing up the steam that a long shower usually came with.

Hence here Jeremy sat. A time somewhere in the vicinity of midnight on a Friday, at his local 24/7 gym. Caressed by the gentle beads of cascading water, all the while stroking his penis. Images of Janine, a friend of Claire, flooded his mind. Still a virgin at 19, his vivid imagination was the closest thing to intimacy with a female. His free left hand glided across his chest as his right was working furiously at bringing him closer to a self-attained orgasm.

He bit his lip as he visualized Janine erotically knelt between his legs, worshiping his giant cock with her tongue and hands. 'Put it in your mouth,' he would demand.

'I can't, your cock is just too big,' She would coyly sulk, playfully kissing his balls before she got back to slobbering on his manhood, her sharp blue eyes piercing his own. He had passed the point of no return, tensing up as he braced for ejaculation. He shuddered as he pointed his spasming penis toward the shower drain.

Opening his eyes, the envisaged monster endowment between his legs was replaced by the reality of a softening five inch dick. He sat, watching the water and his body fluid disappear into the void.

"Cute stuff kid". Those three words echoed in his head. His heart raced. He froze unable to move, he was at his most exposed, sitting on the floor of a gym shower.

Calming himself down, he rationalized. 'That can't be directed at me, no way.' Breathing a sigh of relief he looked towards the cubicle door, it was shut. It was shut, but he could see two feet, toes pointed towards him. Big feet. And directly above those feet, peaking out over the top of the cubicle door was one of the staff. A giant of a man, with an equally big smile across his face.

"Sorry to disturb you, was just making sure you were alright, been in there quite awhile. Come talk with me before you go home." With a wink, the man left. Jeremy was dumbfounded. He held eye contact with a man, whilst naked, and he had no doubt that man had seen him fondling himself. The shame. The humiliation. The mortification. This was the first time he had been caught wanking, the first time anyone else in his adult life had seen him naked. A sickening feeling began to up-well in his stomach.

The moments following went by with haste, he was surprised how quick they seemed to pass when in his head his world was crumbling. He wanted to get home as soon as he could, lie down and sleep, and wake up tomorrow to find out none of this actually happened. How hard he wished that could happen.

Before he knew it he was dressed, backpack on, walking towards the exit. The gargantuan man was sitting at the counter, apparently captivated by something on his phone. Now was a better time than any to avoid further embarrassment and leave the premises unnoticed. Head down, he made for the door, but not long after the voice that haunted his recent minutes spoke out to him yet again.

"Hey, wait up kiddo," the man spoke out as he paced towards the exit with just a few of his great strides, reaching out with a strong hand to grasp Jeremy's shoulder and turn the boy towards him. "Sorry to have to put you through this, but we do need to talk. Can show me your Gym card?" Jeremy meekly smiled with pursed lips as he dove into his back pocket to produce his wallet, and from that his Gym Membership Card. "Great, if you please." The man gestured towards the counter, with the hand that took the card, the other still on Jeremy's shoulder, guiding him as they walked.

Jeremy could now accurately give detail to the disparity in size between him and what he could only assume was a personal trainer. The man was 6'4, with a large solid build. Jeremy was dwarfed in comparison, at 5'7, mostly skin and bone, and had to take many fast steps to not topple over whilst being guided to the counter by the man and his long strides.

Running the Gym card through the system the staff member found out Jeremy's details. "Well, hello Jeremy, my name is Sven. I'm a masseur here." Sven said out loud, keeping his eyes on the screen, seemingly copying down the information with a pen and paper.

'Great, they're going to revoke my membership,' Jeremy pondered as he fidgeted, unsure of how hes meant to act in this situation.

"Ah good, it looks like you live very close by. Convenient." Jeremy still only returning any talk with a resigned smile. "Late night at work then?"

"Something like that," Jeremy responded after a short pause. "About before..."

The mention of 'before' brought a great grimace across Sven's face. "Yes! I have been wanting to talk with you about that, I should say, I have been wanting to show you something."

'Show me something?' Thought the boy, confused about the turn the conversation had taken. Sven drew his phone from his pocket and then played around with it a bit before facing the screen towards Jeremy.

"I believe that is you, right?" Sven asked rhetorically, not needing a verbal reply if one at all. The look on Jeremy's face told it all. He knew the boy understood part of the situation he was now in. "So kid, is this something you want me to keep between just the two of us?"

Jeremy nodded in defeat, mouth ever so slightly parted, eyes locked on to the recording of himself in the shower cubicle moments before. He didn't want anyone to see this. "Well, I think you might be able to help me keep this as our secret, you see, I need more clients. I want you to be a regular of mine. Nothing more, nothing less. For you, I keep this little video our secret, and you pay $50 for every half hour session? One video, $50 each time. Does that sound fair?" Sven questioned, putting his phone in his pocket, along with the small piece of paper he wrote down Jeremy's details on.

The boy knew he was in no place to negotiate. He never contemplated getting massages before, and didn't know how much it would normally cost, but it didn't seem like this situation would be nearly the same kind of tribulation as it could potentially have been. "Okay..." He murmured quietly, still unsure whether or not he should be at ease.

"Great! I'm sure this will be the start of a great relationship," cheered the larger, bulkier Sven, handing Jeremy back his Gym Membership.

* ** *** ** * ** *** ** *

Jeremy had been going to get massages from Sven for two weeks now, and it was eating away at his money. Sven was texting him every second day to fill in an opening in his schedule, and Jeremy being the submissive he was wouldn't dare refuse. He still found himself very much intimidated by the muscular man. However, the massages themselves were pleasant. The feeling of oil being kneaded thoroughly into his flesh was divine, and Sven was great at keeping the talk flowing. Jeremy wasn't pleased with how the big pile of man kept referring to him purely as "kid" and "boy", but maybe that was just how Sven was, and with the comparisons in appearance, he very well looked like a boy.

By now Sven knew all sorts of things about Jeremy, his job at the agency, his crush on Claire's friend Janine, his virginity, all sorts of things. In turn, Jeremy learnt a lot of things about his masseur, that he was 27, recently out of a long-term relationship and a former college basketball star.

Today was a Thursday, and at nine o'clock at night Sven had another session booked in for Jeremy, his ninth session, of which Jeremy could only comply. The young man was only an office junior at a nearby agency, because of the new expenses he had to cover he was starting to live hand to mouth.

After spending the early evening hours at home he went to withdraw a hundred dollars then head to the Gym for a light workout before getting his massage. Things were going as these new circumstances usually would. Another massage that got him struggling to hide his arousal, this massage seemed to last longer, and Jeremy was loving every minute of it. Skin on skin contact with another person wasn't something he experienced often.

He couldn't wait to go home and relieve himself, he missed his long shower wanks, but he wouldn't dare risk getting caught at the gym masturbating a second time. He worked out a new system, shower clean at the gym, and shower for leisure back at the apartment. The seemingly long massage came to an end, Jeremy felt revitalized.

"Thanks for filling in kid, that'll be $100," Sven stated matter-of-factly as Jeremy sat upright on the massage table, Sven sitting on his own chair in front of a computer. The room was fairly small, - feeling especially so in the company of Sven - only really containing the massage table, a small unit (with some shelving, pigeon holes and a drawer), and a small officer style desk with computer.

Jeremy didn't plan on needing $100, that would put him out of pocket, and he wanted to buy some gas on the way back. "$100? I thought it was only $50?"

"It is, but today I had you stay for a full hour, and at our rate that is $100." Jeremy was flabbergasted, he never agreed to a full hour, he wasn't happy about the money he was having to spend lately, but he did have enough to pay for tonight. Barely.

Jeremy felt violated as he slipped off from the massage table to reach into the small pigeon hole that had his jeans and other belongings. Over the past two weeks he had gotten used to being in just his underwear in front of the man. Tonight though, he was not feeling comfortable, noticeably avoiding eye contact and eager to be in more clothes than just his underwear so he can up and leave, noticeably upset.

A small chuckle was evoked from Sven. He had been massaging this boy for awhile now, he wanted things to escalate, he wanted his cock sucked, he wanted a tight ass to fuck. He wanted all those, but he wasn't getting frustrated. He had complete control. Sven liked inexperienced young guys, he loved the honesty of a young guy's erect penis pulsating and bouncing about as his young tight ass was fucked, face twisted in gratification. Nothing turned him on more than a sissy cock that erupts without even being touched. Sissies can't fake it. One more thing Sven knew about Jeremy was that Jeremy was a soon-to-be sissy. His sissy.

He knew he had to play it slow with Jeremy, he had to make sure he didn't scare him away too soon, he had to make sure the kid willingly chose to do something that didn't frighten him as much as having his video shown to others would.

"You alright, boy?" Sven's voice smoothly oozed out of his mouth as his eyes intensely bore down on the young man. Jeremy could feel his masseur's eyes drilling into the side of his head.

"Ye-yeah..." The boy stammered, still unwilling to make eye contact as he take his wallet out and starts to fumble with it, beginning the retrieve the entirety of the money he had earlier gotten from the ATM. A smile of victory was displayed on Sven's face. 'This boy was mine,' he thought, nay, he knew.

"Take a seat, kiddo." Sven said, first taking the wallet from Jeremy, and the money, cramming the latter back into its container and chucking it in the pigeon hole before ushering Jeremy backwards. The boy feels his hamstrings come into contact with the massage table, then sits down in confusion. 'What now? I had the money..' He thought, starting to stress a little.

Jeremy begins to open his mouth, ready to apologize, but not sure what for. A large finger of the man rests on the boy's lips, silencing him. "You're still a young kid, $50 that often is quite a sum of money to spend every time you come here," Sven starts talking, his voice husky and his smell musky. "I was thinking maybe we could come to an agreement, which will keep us both happy," he continues, looking around from the kid for a moment as he reaches for the wheeled office chair, pulling it down towards him so he can sit on it. The chair sat much lower to the ground than the massage table did, giving Jeremy the higher eye-level between the two of them. It eased him slightly, but he knew he wasn't in control.

Two strong hands gripped the boy's knees, gently coercing them apart. "Do you think we could do that, come to an agreement?" Sven asks, biting his lips as his eyes roam the body of the boy, thinking impure thoughts.

"I, um..." The boy was flustered, his hands initially moving out of reflex to try and peel the stronger man's inappropriate touching. 'Why was this inappropriate? He touches me like this all the time? And I pay for it... And like it.' "Uh.."

A small laugh erupts from the man, his body heaving up and down a little with his exhales. "Come on cutie, yes or no?" The eyes of the both of them meet, one with fire and ferocity, the other's stare being the polar opposite. Slowly he drops his gaze down, no longer having the will the hold eye contact, nodding his head. Jeremy expected the agreement to be another exploitation of his submissiveness, but perhaps it would be easier on him than all the money he had to spend on the massages. The word, "Yes," dropped from his mouth, falling out, not being bothered to project it.

'Easy now, let's not scare him,' Sven prepped himself. "I've already seen you play with yourself once..." The masseur starts, his hands starting to do laps up and down the boy's small thighs. "Why not give me another - private - showing. Up close and personal." His hands move up to the boy's waistband, fingertips hooking underneath, ready to pull the boxers down. "If you do that for me, tonight's massage will be on-the-house."

To be continued...?

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