Physiotherapist~ Jude Bellingham
It was a morning like many others in your physiotherapy studio. The sunlight filtered through the windows, and the sound of the instruments you were organizing mixed with the faint hum of the city outside. You were finishing up the last few things when the phone rang. You answered with your usual professionalism, but the voice on the other end surprised you.
"Hello, this is Jude Bellingham, a player for Real Madrid," said a young, polite voice, with an English accent that revealed his origins. "I had a small issue with my leg during training, and they told me about you. Could you come to my house to check it out?"
It took a moment to process the situation. Jude Bellingham? The talented midfielder for Real Madrid? And he was calling you? This wasn’t something that happened every day. Recovering from the shock, you calmly responded.
"Certainly, Mr. Bellingham. Tell me where you live, and I’ll come as soon as possible."
He gave you the address of an elegant villa, located in an exclusive area of Madrid. Shortly after, you were in your car, with your work kit, heading toward what promised to be a very different kind of day.
You arrived in front of an imposing gate. After announcing yourself, the gate slowly opened, revealing a modern villa surrounded by a perfectly manicured garden. Jude greeted you at the door. He was tall, with a kind smile despite the slight discomfort evident in his posture.
"Thank you so much for coming so quickly," he said, inviting you inside. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
"It’s my job," you replied with a professional smile, placing your kit on the coffee table in the living room. "Tell me, what exactly happened?"
"I was training yesterday," he began to explain, showing you a slight swelling on the lower part of his thigh. "I felt a sort of tear when I suddenly changed direction. It’s not too painful, but it bothers me when I walk, and I’m worried it might get worse."
You examined his leg carefully, applying pressure at certain points and observing his reactions.
You sit beside him on the treatment table, positioning yourself comfortably to work more effectively. Gently, you lift his leg and place it on your knees, supporting it with both hands. You begin massaging with slow, precise movements, trying to identify any areas of tension.
Focusing on a specific area near the knee, you press lightly with your fingers, carefully watching his reaction.
"Tell me, does it hurt if I press here?" you ask, maintaining a calm and professional tone, but with a hint of concern in your voice, ready to assess his response.
Jude looked at you as you touched his leg, he was a bit taken by surprise, since your touch sent a shiver down his spine, but he tried his best to keep a cool demeanor. "Uhm, yeah, a little"
You nod silently, keeping your gaze focused on Jude's knee as your hands continue to move with precision. Your fingers trace the muscles around the joint, exploring gently and applying measured pressure.
"Here?" you ask, maintaining a calm and professional tone, but with a trace of concern in your voice, ready to assess his answer.
Jude let a soft breath when you touched his thigh. A shiver travelled through his body once again, it was very hard to hide his reaction to your touch. He closed his eyes for a moment before answering. "Mhm... Yes, there too"
Your hands move with gentleness but firmness, slowly traveling up his leg to examine the area above the knee. You massage the muscles carefully, trying to sense any tension or irregularities under your fingertips. Then you press on a spot just slightly higher, tilting your head slightly as you watch his expression.
"And here?" you ask in a calm, reassuring tone, maintaining eye contact to catch any subtle sign of discomfort or pain.
With his answer, you moved your hands higher and a soft moan escaped from his lips, a shiver ran down his spine and he swallowed, trying his best to contain himself. He could feel his breathing getting heavier. "Mhm,yeah... right there".
As soon as you hear her groaning choked, you look up, worried. Your hands stop a moment above that critical point, then you start massaging it with gentle circular movements, trying to relieve the tension. "Does it hurt a lot?" Ask him in a soft but serious voice, looking carefully at his face for any signs of discomfort as you continue to work on the area.
Jude's breath quickened as you massaged the sensitive area. His body tensed at the contact, and he had a hard time keeping a neutral expression on his face, his self-control was weakening. "Yeah, It's sore... really sore"
Nod slightly, your eyes attentive to his signals as your hands continue to work very gently on the sore area. Your movements become even slower and measured, applying a minimum of pressure to not cause you further discomfort.
Stay focused, maintaining eye contact from time to time to make sure he is well, ready to modulate treatment based on his reaction.
Jude inhaled deeply as you continued to massage the sensitive area. His grip on the couch tightened, trying his best not to moan again. His breaths were getting heavier and uneven as your touch sent waves of pleasure through his body. "Mhm,God... Just like that"
You nod with a serene expression, interpreting his silence and movements as a sign that the pain was diminishing. Continuing to massage gently, look up at him and ask in a calm and professional tone:
"Is that okay or do you want me to add a little more pressure?"
Your voice is soft, reassuring, ready to adapt to give you the greatest relief.
Jude closed his eyes, trying to contain his growing desire for you. He felt his body trembling slightly with each touch from you. His voice came out in a low and raspy tone."No ... no, your pressure is good .. Just keep going, please"
You nod silently, your expression focused yet serene, as your hands continue to move carefully over the affected area. You maintain a delicate but firm touch, adjusting each movement to provide maximum relief without causing further discomfort. Your gaze remains attentive, picking up on every nuance in his reactions, as you dedicate yourself to professionalism and patience.
Jude let out a soft, shaky exhale, his body tense and responsive to your touch. The pressure of your hands on him was driving him crazy, his mind was foggy with desire, each movement you made leaving him more breathless."God, that feels so good...Don't stop, please..."
As you continue to massage with slow, measured movements, look up at him with a calm and reassuring expression.
"Are you feeling better?" you ask with innocence, the tone of your voice gentle and free from pressure, focusing completely on his well-being. Your hands do not stop working, adapting to his breath and any signs of relief.
Jude's breath was now ragged and uneven, his chest rising and falling heavily as you continued to massage him. He managed to let out a shaky response."Much better... please don't stop".
Nod with a slight smile, noting that the tension seems to be lessening. Continuing to massage gently, your hands work in a rhythmic and measured way, trying to relieve any stiffness. You focus completely on his leg, without haste, while carefully observing his reactions to see if the pain is fading.
The silence in the room is interrupted only by the sound of your gentle movements and his breaths
Each movement of your hands sent another wave of pleasure through his body, his grip on the couch tightening as he tried to contain his reactions. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you continued to massage him. "God... I... I need more...Please..."
Focusing on his well-being, apply a little more pressure during the massage, trying to work deeply on the sore area. Your gaze becomes more attentive as you observe it, noticing every little reaction.
"Does it still hurt?" Ask with worried voice, soft tone but serious, as you continue with the treatment, ready to adjust the pressure if necessary.
Jude's breath hitched as you pressed harder, a soft moan escaped his lips as he bit down on them to keep them in. He shook his head quickly, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of your hands on him. "No... not anymore... but... just don't stop... please"
You look at him with a concerned expression, noticing every subtle sign on his face. Your voice becomes even more gentle as you ask, trying to be reassuring but attentive to every response. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"
Jude held your gaze, letting out a shaky breath as he spoke."It's all fine, keep going, please don't stop."
Continue massaging gently, slowly sliding down your leg looking for other areas of tension. Your hands move carefully, exploring every part until you stop at a point lower.
Looking at it carefully, ask in a calm and reassuring voice. "Does this hurt?"
Observe your reaction, ready to adapt the treatment based on the response, maintaining eye contact to better understand if there is still discomfort or if the pain is abating.
His body tensed again, as your hands slid lower, he swallowed hard, fighting the sudden intense sensation. He took a few moments to reply, and when he did, his voice was barely above a whisper. "Yeah...that's where it hurts..."
You nod slightly, continuing to massage the area you just touched with delicate and precise movements. Your focus is complete as you ensure not to apply too much pressure, aiming to relax each tense muscle. "Is it better this way?" you ask, your voice calm and reassuring, while you continue the treatment attentively, ready to adjust your touch based on how he feels.
As you spoke, he breathed out a low moan, his voice strained with desire. "Much better...but don't stop just yet..."
He reached up and gently grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand further down his leg, his body responding with another shiver of pleasure.
You continue to massage the area gently, focusing on the muscles that need more attention. After a few moments, you stop the movements and, with a calm gesture, slide his left leg off your knees, supporting it gently as you lower it with care.
Then, with the same attention, you take his right leg, lifting it and carefully positioning it on your knees, ready to resume the treatment.
Jude watched intently as you switched from massaging his left leg to the right, his body still burning with desire. He watched your every move, taking in every detail of your touch, his breathing heavy and uneven. " God... that feels so good... don't stop... Please..."
You look at him with a concerned expression as you position his right leg on your knees. Your eyes are focused on his reaction, trying to discern if there's still any sign of pain.
"Does it hurt?" you ask in a gentle voice, ready to stop or adjust the treatment based on his response. Your full attention is on him, aiming to ensure his utmost comfort.
He shook his head slowly, his eyes still fixed on you, his body responding to your touch by involuntarily arching into your hand."No... it doesn't hurt... it feels amazing...:
He reached out and touched your wrist, gently pulling you closer, wanting more of your touch.
You nod slightly, carefully observing his every reaction as you begin to gently massage his right thigh. Your hands move with precision over the muscles, searching for any areas of tension. Then, with a gentle motion, you press on a specific spot on his thigh.
"Does it hurt?" you ask in a calm and concerned voice, trying to assess his reaction.
He let out an involuntary gasp when you touched a particularly sensitive spot, his body tensing slightly at the sudden sensation. "mhm... yeah..."He exhaled deeply, his voice low and strained, the feel of your hand on his skin causing his heart to race with desire. "But don't... don't stop...please..."
As you continued to massage him, Jude's breathing became more ragged, each movement sending another wave of pleasure through his body. He closed his eyes and leaned back, his body arching involuntarily, seeking more contact with you.
He tried to keep his responses under control, but it was getting harder and harder to do so. Feeling himself hardening in his pants, he tried to muffle a low moan, his voice strained as he spoke. "God, please.... don't stop.... it feels so good... please"
You look at him with an innocent expression, continuing to massage his leg with gentle, measured movements. Your focus is entirely on him, aiming to relieve any tension.
You press gently on another area of his thigh and, looking at him with kindness, ask,
"Does it still hurt here? Your tone is soft and calm as you observe his every reaction, ready to adjust the pressure to ensure maximum relief.
Jude let out a low, shaky exhale, his body quivering with pleasure as your hands glided over his skin. He watched you intently, his body responding to your every touch as he tried to keep his growing desire in check. "No, not there... but... a little higher, please..."
His voice was strained and hoarse, his body tense with desire as he watched you, silently begging for your touch.
As your hand moved closer to his inner thigh, Jude inhaled deeply, his body tensing in anticipation, his eyes fixed on you as if begging you to continue. "Yes... please... just like that...:
His voice was a low and shaky whisper, his body involuntarily arching into your touch, wanting more of your attention on him.
Each touch from you sent a wave of pleasure through him, and he fought to keep his body from reacting too visibly, but was failing miserably. The pleasure was almost becoming overwhelming, his body trembling under your touch, his mind clouded with desire. " God, please... don't stop... it feels so good..."
He tried to keep his voice steady, but his breaths were growing more ragged with each passing moment.
You continue to gently stroke his thigh, looking for any other signs of pain. "Is it better?" you ask softly, your tone tender and concerned as you keep a close watch on his reactions.
Jude closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, his body responding to your touch with a shudder of pleasure. Your touch felt like electricity on his skin, sending currents of desire through him."Much better... but... don't stop, please..."
He reached out and gently put his hand on your wrist, silently pleading for you to continue touching him.
You comply with his request and continue, maintaining a gentle, focused touch as you proceed with the treatment, staying attentive to his comfort and any signs of discomfort.
Jude let out a soft moan as you continued to touch him, his body arching involuntarily towards your hand, seeking more of the delicious sensations you were causing. He was losing control, the pleasure too intense to ignore any longer. "God... I... I need more...Please, don't stop..."
You look at him with concern. "Does it still hurt?" you ask, watching his expression closely. Jude nods, but you can tell he's lying.
Jude knew that he should stop you, that this was getting out of hand, but the pleasure was too overwhelming, and the thought of you pulling away was unbearable. "Yes... it still hurts..." He said, his voice ragged, his body trembling with desire, his eyes fixed on you, silently begging you to keep touching him.
You look at him worried." I know it may sound strange but can you take off your shorts?" The questions and you get up for a moment to go get the cream.
Jude's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but there was also a flicker of anticipation in them. He nodded silently, then slowly began to take off his sweatpants, his hands shaking slightly as he did so.
Jude looked at his enormous hardness that was in his underwear that threatened to come out and really hoped that you would not notice
He watched you spread the cream on your hands and then you took his thigh putting it back on yours and massaged it with the cream
As you applied the cream, Jude watched you intently, his body responding to your touch, his breathing getting ragged. The coolness of the cream was a stark contrast to the heat of his skin, and the feeling of your hands on him sent another wave of pleasure through his body "Oh God, yes... that feels so good...".His voice was a low, strained whisper, his body quivering under your touch, his mind clouded with a mixture of pleasure and desire.
Jude's body seemed to have a mind of its own, as it responded to your touch more than he could control. His hips raised slightly, seeking more of the delicious sensations your hands were creating. He tried to control himself, not wanting to give in completely to his desire, but it was becoming harder with each passing moment.
"How do you feel?" you ask, continuing to massage, your tone soft and attentive as you watch his reactions carefully.
Jude tried to speak, but his voice didn't work properly, his body too overwhelmed by the pleasure your hands were giving him. " God, you feel so good..."
He took a deep breath, trying to collect himself, but his body was reacting to every little movement your hands made on him.
Nod and go on. Jude took your hand and with a fake mistake made you touch his hardness to bring your hand under the thigh saying that here he hurt . You nodded and massaged that area with cream.
As you rubbed the cream on his thigh, Jude let out a low gasp, his body tensing under your touch. He couldn't help but silently curse himself for the slip, knowing that you had to have felt his hardness when he accidentally guided your hand there."Yes, that's sore too.... really sore".He tried to keep his voice steady, but there was an obvious hint of desperation in his tone.
You nod, feeling sorry for him. "I'm sorry you're in so much pain," you say innocently, continuing the massage with gentle movements.
Jude listened to your words, his chest feeling heavy with guilt for deceiving you, but at the same time, he couldn't deny how good your touch felt on his body."It's.... It's okay... you're making it better... your touch is helping..." He looked at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire, silently pleading for you to continue touching him, despite knowing it was wrong.
Jude could feel himself growing closer and closer to the edge, your hands on him sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body. Every little touch was both ecstasy and torture, and he was struggling to hold back"God... please... I'm not sure how much more I can take..."His voice was strained, his breathing increasingly ragged
You look at him worried texting more intensely his thigh "does it hurt you again?" Ask. He while feeling reach his climax
Jude's breathing quickened, his body tensing up as he tried his best to conceal what was happening, but it was becoming almost impossible to do so. " No... not as much anymore... but... but it's still sore..."He managed to say, his voice choked and strained, his eyes tightly shut as he tried to contain his reactions.
You nodded and hummed while you continued massaging his thigh, and by mistake you touched a little bit of his hardness making him come "how do you feel?"
As your hand accidentally brushed against his hardness, a low, strangled moan escaped his lips
" God....so good....so much better..."His body was trembling under your touch, as he tried to come down from the intense pleasure you had just given him, his breathing still.
He smiled satisfied for coming without you noticing. You gave your last massages to his "better?"
Jude swallowed hard, his body trembling with pleasure, his breathing slowly returning to normal. " So much better... thank you... you have no idea how much your touch is helping me..."
He looked at you, his eyes dark and filled with a mixture of gratitude and desire, thankful that you hadn't noticed the true reason for his pleasure.
You nod and remove your hands from his thighs. "Next time, try to be more careful when you train," you say softly. "And if you need any more massages, you can call me," you continue, offering reassurance with a gentle tone.
Jude chuckled softly, his body feeling relaxed and satisfied after the intense mix of pleasure and deception. He looked at you, grateful for your help, but also a bit guilty for lying about the real reason for his pain. " I'll be more careful... and if I need more help, I know who to call."
He smiled genuinely, his eyes lingering on you, silently promising himself he won't ask for your touch again, despite his body begging for more.
As he put his sweatpants back on, Jude couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt mixed with regret. He knew that he had taken advantage of your kindness and generosity, but the pleasure he had experienced was something he wasn't sure he could willingly give up.He walked with you towards the door, his mind swirling with mixed emotions, his body still buzzing with the memory of your touch, and silently wishing he could feel it again.
You smile,Jude returned your smile, his eyes lingering on you for a moment, silently hoping that you wouldn't read the guilt and desire in his gaze.
"Thank you, again... for your help."He said, his voice slightly hoarse, his body still aching for more of your touch, but knowing he had to send you away .
You smile gently and say, "It's my job," your voice soft and comforting, as you continue to offer reassurance.
Jude's eyes softened slightly at your words, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of your voice. Even though he knew he was being selfish, he couldn't help the pang of disappointment he felt at hearing you brush off your actions as simply part of your job." I guess it is."He said quietly, his gaze lingering on you, his mind silently longing for the sweet torture of your touch again
You chuckle softly, looking at him with a warm, understanding smile.
Jude's heart skipped another beat as your laugh filled the air, his body responding involuntarily to the sound. His eyes roamed over your face, tracing the shape of your lips, silently wondering what it would be like to taste them, to claim them as his own.He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, his guilt battling with his overpowering desire.
"See you, Jude," you say softly, giving him a kind smile before you turn and leave.
Jude watched you go, his mind a swirl of conflicting emotions, his body longing to call you back, to ask you to stay a little longer, just so he could feel your hands on him, even for just a moment longer." See you…". He said quietly, his voice strained, as he watched you disappear, knowing that the memory of your touch would haunt him for days to come.
