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After a brutal leg day that left his quads and glutes screaming, straight college student Benjamin followed his gym friend’s recommendation and drove to Will’s upscale villa for a discounted deep-tissue massage.

Will answered the door in a simple black tee and grey sweatpants, his silver hair and powerful build giving him the look of a man who still trained hard. He welcomed Benjamin inside with quiet confidence and offered him a cup of dark herbal tea. It tasted earthy and slightly sweet. Benjamin drank it gratefully as he stripped down, then lay face-down on the heated table.

At first the massage was exactly what he needed - firm, clinical pressure working deep into his sore muscles. But after the second cup of tea, a warm fuzziness began to settle over Benjamin’s mind. His thoughts slowed. His body grew heavy and strangely sensitive. When Will’s calm voice instructed him get onto his hands and knees, Benjamin obeyed without resistance.

Cool, silky fabric was slowly worked up his thighs and stretched snug over his ass and legs - glossy emerald sheers that clung like a second skin. Only then did he notice that Will had stripped down to nothing but a pair of ultra-sheer blue tights, the same high-shine material now encasing Benjamin’s own body. Will’s strong hands returned, gliding possessively over the emerald fabric, gripping his hips as Benjamin’s mouth fell open around a helpless, broken moan.