Wand of Light

The outside of the building looked innocuous enough to Harry as he looked the address on the card to make sure he was at the right place. He drew in a deep breath before he opened the door and went inside. This was a gift to him from a friend. He could her her voice in his head, "Just go with it, Harry. Do what she tells you. It sounded exciting, but, he still wasn’t one hundred percent sure he was ready for the experience. I’m here, he thought, no turning back now. He opened the door and went inside.

A dark haired woman greeted him in the small reception room. She was sitting on a comfortable chair and rose to her feet when he entered.

“Hello,” she said, “you must be Harry.” She offered her hand and Harry reached out to shake it.

“Yes,” he said.

“I’m Ariel,” she smiled. “I’ll be your hostess today. If you’ll come with me, we’ll begin your incredible journey.”

She walked over to a door Harry hadn’t noticed. It was well camouflaged with draperies. She held the door open and he preceded her though it.

On the other side, was a small, cozy table set for tea. Ariel went to the table and held a chair out, “Please sit, Harry,” she said and waited for him to sit before she seated her self across from him.

She poured him a cup of tea from the dainty pot and asked, “Have you had one of our massages before?”

“No, I haven’t,” Harry told her. “I have no idea what to expect.”

Ariel smiled. “Well then, you’re in for a treat.” She took a sip of her tea and then said, “First, I have drawn you a hot bath, which I will finish readying for you while you undress and use the toilet facilities.”

Harry felt his cheeks flush. “A bath? Why?”

“It is to help you relax before we begin the massage. While you are in the tub, I will coach you on breathing techniques as I will bathe you. After the bath, I will pat you dry.” She took another sip of tea.

Lord, Harry thought, what deviousness has Susan thought to gift him with? He drained his tea cup. “And then what?” he asked.

“Then we will go to the massage room and I will treat you to a lingam massage.”

Harry closed his eyes for a moment. A what massage? He so wasn’t going to ask, but would go along with whatever it was. He was sure Susan wouldn’t...no he amended that thought, he hoped Susan wouldn’t plan something that he wouldn’t enjoy. With her, he never could be sure.

“Are you ready, Harry?” Ariel asked.

I’m not sure, thought Harry, but he said, “Yes.”

She smiled at him and rose. “This way then,” and let him deeper into the building. She opened a door and led them into a huge bathroom. 

Harry couldn’t help himself. He gawked at the tub. It was a huge, raised chroma-therapy tub free-standing in the middle of the room. 

Scented candles were giving off a soft glow and calming scent. Over a stereo system, the soft mellow sounds of a saxophone blending with the sounds of ocean waves added to the relaxing atmosphere.

“The toilet is through that door, Harry,” Ariel told him. “You can leave your things in there. A robe is hanging behind the door. Come back here when you’re ready,” she smiled.

Harry emerged from the restroom with the robe wrapped securely around him. 

He was surprised to see that Ariel had shed her clothes and was clad in a swimsuit.

“Ah, there you are, Harry,” she said. She went to him, took his arm and led him over to the tub. Standing behind him, she took the robe by the collar and held it while he slid out of it and stepped into the tub. He felt awkward being nude in front of her, and quickly settled down into the hot water...and grimaced as the heated water enveloped his private parts.

Ariel hung the robe on a hook and then switch on the lights in the tub before turning off the overhead lights so the room was bathed in the golden glow of the candles and the relaxing hues of blues, purples and greens radiating from the tub.

She turned to Harry and asked, “How’s the water?”

“Fine, now,” he said as he had adjusted to the temperature.

“Lean back, Harry. Relax into the water. Close your eyes and listen to the sound of the waves...breath in when the water breaks on the sand...exhale when it withdraws back into the sea. That’s right. Breath in. Breath out. Good.”

Harry did as he was told and soon lost himself to the sounds of the music and the hot water loosening his tight muscles. He didn’t even open his eyes when he felt her hand touch his calf and lift it out of the tub.

He felt something warm, soft and gentle move over his foot, between his toes and up his leg to his crotch, and then his leg was eased back into the water. The procedure was repeated with the other leg, then his arms and chest.

“Harry,” Ariel said quietly, “It’s time to get out.”

He forced his eyes to open. He could use a nap about now, he thought, but roused himself and step out of the tub with Ariel’s support. He stood there feeling a little bemused as she took a large warm fluffy towel and began to pat him dry. The towel felt good against his skin and it even felt natural to him to have her dry his penis and testicles for him.

When she was finished, she held up his robe for him to put on and donned a short kimono herself. “Come with me, Harry,” she said and led him out another door and into the massage room.

In the center of the room was a raised platform with a mattress covered in a slate blue sheet. On it were dozens of pillows. The walls were a quiet shade of grey and lit candles shimmered from tables and pedestals place around the room. Natural light filtered in through shaded window covering. The same saxophone and sea music played gently in the background.

“Let me take your robe again, and get on the bed, Harry,” Ariel told him. “Would you like to be propped up or lay back?” she asked.

Like I should know, he thought sleepily. He yawned and said, "Propped I guess.”

He got on the platform and Ariel placed several large pillows behind him. “Lean back, Harry,” she said. “Does that feel like a comfortable position?”

He did and felt like drifting off to sleep immediately. “Yeah.”

Ariel took several bottles of oil out of a warming tray and a stack of towels off a shelf. She got on the bed and sat between Harry’s legs.

“I need you to lift your hips, Harry,” she said. When he did, she placed a pillow underneath him. She placed her thighs underneath his knees.

“Harry,” she said, “Listen to the music. Breath like I told you to in the bath. Big deep breaths in...out. Breath in...out. Good Harry.”

He heard the swishing sound of her hands rubbing together.

“I’m going to touch you now, Harry,” she told him, and placed her hands on top of his thighs. He didn’t flinch. She began to gently massage his thighs with sure strokes and light pressure. She leaned forward and ran her hands over his abdomen, crossing back and forth from side to side and up and down along his hips. “Breath, Harry,” she said as she moved up to massage his chest and run the palms of her hands over his nipples, circling them over and over before running her hand over his abdomen again. Her hands glided with ease over his oiled skin. She spent several more minutes running her hands over his thighs, hips, abdomen and chest and reminding to breath deeply.

“I’m taking my hands off you, Harry,” she said, “just for a moment or two. She poured a small quantity of a high_quality oil on the shaft of his wand and testicles, and heard him gasp.

“I’m going to touch you, Harry,” and begin gently massaging his testicles. She glanced up at him smiled since he’d roused himself to watch her. “Breath deep, Harry,” she reminded him. She took care to not cause pain to his sensitive area. 

Ariel massaged the scrotum gently, causing it to relax. She massaged the area above the penis, on the pubic bone. She massaged the area between the testicles and anus. She took her time and kept reminding Harry to relax and breath deeply.

Ariel massaged the shaft of Harry’s cock. When she touched it he gasped and she waited a moment. It grew hard in her hands.

Harry felt as if all his thought processes had been drawn down to his groin when at Ariel’s light touch, his shaft started to stir.

Ariel began to massage the shaft again and varied the speed and pressure. She gently squeezed it at the base with her right hand, pulled upwards and slid off and then alternated with her left hand. 

“Breath Harry,” she said as she took her time pulling on his penis right, left, right, left. Then, she changed the direction by starting the squeeze at the head of his cock and then sliding down and off. She alternated with right and left hands, right, left, right, left.

Harry closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillows. He tried hard to concentrate on his breathing, but it was difficult with all his thoughts and feelings being centered in his groin. It even felt as if his heartbeat itself emanated from his cock. He groaned softly.

Ariel massaged the head of Harry’s penis and to him it felt as if she could be juicing an orange on it. She massaged all around the head and shaft. She grabbed his cock with both hands in tight fists around it, and moved them in opposite directions of each other like the wringing out of a washcloth. She held his shaft in one fist and, with lots of oil, rubbed the other palm quickly back and forth across the tip of the head of his cock with firm pressure.

“Breathe Harry,” she reminded him. He had begun to pant and even thrust a little.

This was amazing he thought. Who would have guessed that controlled breathing could enhance a hand-job? He propped himself up on his elbows and watched Ariel for a moment. She had a look of intense concentration on her face, as if, it occurred to him, she was entirely focused on his penis and his pleasure. He laid back and breathed. Don’t let her stop anytime soon he silently asked whoever might be listening.

Ariel took his cock in both hands with her fingers on its topside and thumbs on its underside. She looked for what she knew to be a very sensitive spot on its underside, right at the very top of its shaft in the little triangle where the edges of the bottom of the head of his cock converged below the tip. She massaged this area with the pads of her thumb tips, one following the other, with lots of oil and varied the speed and pressure. Harry moaned and forced himself to breath deeply.

She held his balls gently but firmly in one hand, and pulled them down as far as his ball-sack would stretch, and grasped his cock in her other fist and stroked its full length, and occasionally polished the head.

Harry found himself wanting to come several times as Ariel massaged his cock. He fought the urges and breathed deeply in and out. He emitted sounds he didn’t know he could make. He was all about the sensations radiating from his groin.

Ariel found the small indentation about the size of a pea midway between the testicles and anus. She gently pushed inward on it.

Harry felt the pressure deep inside. It was intensely painful at first, and he nearly begged her to stop, but eventually, as she worked the area and softened it, he relaxed again. Ariel massaged his cock with her right hand and massaged that spot her left hand.

Harry knew there was no holding back now and as he came nearer to 

coming, Ariel pushed in on that spot

“Harry,” she said, “do what you have to...let go of your emotions...scream, cry, moan...whatever you need...do it.”

The pressure in Harry was formidable. He let out a wail as the rocket launched and spewed a jet stream high into the air. He heard Ariel telling him to breathe deeply and the sensational orgasm blew him away. He lay there dazed.

Ariel removed her hands gently and eased herself out from underneath him and off the bed. She covered Harry with a blanket and went to sit quietly in a rocking chair to wait for him to fully experience his childlike innocence and magnificent male beauty and recover from the journey.



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