#hell's angel

You had three beautiful men lying on your conjoined massage tables, stark naked with some of the best ass you've ever seen. Your playtime theory was simple: get them worked up, then massage the tightness from their muscles after they've finished. By doing this, you wouldn't have to leave the studio with bruises on your forearms and still maintain three happy customers.

After all, a polyamorous relationship like yours meant everyone got consensually involved.

You took your time applying a pair of gloves and lubing the vibrational devices while your boys sprawled out and chatted, enjoying the calm music and relaxing atmosphere. Wet, slick fingers found their way into Kanoh's backside first, stretching the muscles as he whimpered at the intrusion. Seki was in the middle, leaning into your touch before getting the same treatment as the Fang. Kaolan whined off to the right, hips raising for you to touch him next.

"Seki, here," you said and handed him the bottle of lube. "Our poor boy is feeling left out, get him ready for me please."

"Yes, y/n," Seki groaned and began fingering Kaolan's hole.

Every sound in the room could be separated by voice and style, filling your chest with pride as you looked over your collection of handsome lovers. Each of them was unique in their own special ways, yet the four of you made an incredible team. Life without these idiots would have been awfully dull and lonely.

"Right, I want all of you on your stomachs," you ordered. "I'm going to put a device in your backsides and your mission is to finish last. The one who holds out the longest will be massaged first. Understood?"

A collective "yes" followed. "Very good, boys."

Placing the devices into your lovers' holes was especially fun as they were only so prepared for the girth of the toys. Kaolan had been away with Rama for nearly two weeks without action, so he was definitely tighter than Seki and Kanoh. Once in place, you pulled up a stool and organized the controllers to the correct person. Satisfied, you watched as the start button brought each device to life.

Kaolan was ultra sensitive, so he had let out a rather delicious cry that had Seki and Kanoh struggling to maintain themselves. Muscular legs quivered under the low setting; buttocks clenching and jiggling as the power was turned up. There was no holding back, even if the three men wanted to cheat at this little game.

"Does that feel good, Wongsawat?" Kanoh groaned. "You always sound so pretty when you're enjoying yourself."

"Yeah you do - fucking hells bells," Seki hiccupped. "I bet you're just aching to come all over the sheets. Wish I could suck you off while your ass got the robo treatment."

"Fuck you both," Kaolan growled.

"Wish you would," Kanoh said, feeling his stomach ache as the devices were taken up another level. "Fuck, y/n! You make these games difficult sometimes..."

All you could do was laugh. "It's a big reward! C'mon, baby, prove to me that you have Fangs."

"That's not fair," Seki grunted, grinding his hips against the table.

"I thought pro-wrestlers didn't back down from a fight?" Came your dry reply. "Or am I wrong?

The highest setting might have been torture, but you didn't mind. Whoever wanted the massage more would persevere, and hopefully, the table would, too. Masculine moans filled the room, echoing across the beige walls and straight to your arousal. It was time to start placing bets, who was going to finish first?

To no one's surprise, it was Kaolan who screamed from the onslaught of overstimulation, shaking and begging for the device to be turned off. Once it was off, you turned to your surviving lovers and demanded the unthinkable; full speed and a simple request.

"Kiss each another."

Seki wasn't going to lose this match and rushed to roll Kanoh over towards him for a steaming kiss that had the Fang's body shaking in delight. Massive hands grabbed his ass, squeezing that delectable cake as Kanoh finally gave in, coming hard against Seki's stomach.

"Victory!" The pro-wrestler shouted, "now turn it off!"

~*~

The pro-wrestler had prevailed, earning himself a full body massage from your talented hands. He laid against the reconstructed table, sighing gently against the pressure that dragged from his shoulder, down his back, and circled around to his sacrum. It was glorious feeling every knot release their toxins and render his muscles fully incapacitated. The lavender scent was an added bonus that had him knocking on the doors of slumberland.

Next was Kanoh, who had put up a good fight, but lost to the mouth of Hell's Angel, Sekibayashi. You were understanding of it, proud that he held out for as long as he did. Poor Kanoh was a man of frequent migraines, so the neck and face were the main focus. Your hands moved like waves against his spinal chord, maneuvering his neck in ways that released tension and left him floating. He loved the gentle caress under his eyes and jaws, including the tiny kisses on his forehead.

Lastly, Kaolan came in for his shoulders, back, and arms. Boxers had terrible back pain from rotating into their punches, so it was no surprise that his tension resided in overexerted muscles. He hissed from many of the areas you treated, trying his best to maintain his composure when you suddenly rotated his shoulder.

"You hyper-extended it again, didn't you?" Your accusatory voice spread through a harsh whisper.

"I treated it the same way you told me to when the other one had issues," Kaolan replied. "You're always so busy, I hate to bother you."

"I'm never too busy for my boys," you replied and gave his shoulder a kiss. "Always come to me for help, alright?"