Massawge I - IV (merged)

[Susanne R]

Detective Jones arrived at the scene. A young girl lay dead from an overdose of some kind and a male body was found in a vehicle in the parking lot, dead from a self inflicted knife wound.

 

[Sinister]

Ref you have lost it haven't you. LOL.

 

[Jazz]

The thrill of another long weekend had put James in a great mood. He had just spent many late evenings at the office completing a year-end audit of a client’s books. It was time to release his tension with a visit to the local rub ‘n tug.

James decided to call an old favourite for this special occasion. Someone he had not visited for several months, Jenna. She had since relocated from the old IT spa to SRM.

James arrived on time and was escorted to the room to shower and prepare himself. It had been a long time since he visited Jenna and was hoping for an extraordinary session. She greeted him with a smile and acknowledgement of who he was. Before he knew it, she was completely naked and her amazing man-made tata’s were once again thrust in front of him for his interactive pleasure. Jenna sported an awesome body – A nice set of man-made jugs with succulent nipples, a smooth tummy with a cute little tat of dolphins with a belly ring to match and a nice well-rounded ass was a perfect compliment to her subtle frame. Awesome, simply awesome he thought. Jenna treated him like he was a prize stud. She knew how to work him from behind as she teased him with some tantalizing quarmassageplanet.netack maneuvers. Before he knew it, Jenna was doing a reverse slide on him. She would slowly rub her taught nipples up James’ back and teasingly slide them back down Every once in a while he could feel one of her meaty pussy flaps silently trailing on his thigh and ass cheek depositing a moistened trail like a snail in the night. As the session drew to a close, Jenna flipped him over and straddled him from above. She swooped down and cradled his longing cock tightly betwixt her breasts and forearm. She worked him over and over with all of the emotion of an old gospel hymn sung by a southern Baptist choir. James was in his element. He let his mind slip into an erotic coma.

The buzzing of the overhead light awoke James from his slumber. Damn, he thought to himself, I must have fallen asleep. The last thing James could recall was booking an appointment at SRM. James tried to get up but realized that he was shackled to a bed.

“Hello?” he yelled, “Is anybody here?” There was no answer. The only sounds inside the room were the intermittent buzzing from the overhead light and a water drip from the sink across from him. Again he tried to release himself from the shackles but was unsuccessful.

As he lay there contemplating his next move, he heard a soft murmur from below the sink, “Hello”, he said, “is anybody there?”

“What’s happening?” replied a female voice, “What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t do anything to you, how the hell could I? I’m tied down on this bed. Is that you Jenna?”

“Yes it is. What’s going on?” At that instant a small television turned on and it was playing the theme song for “Flipper”

“They call him Flipper, Flipper, faster than lightning.
No one you see is smarter than he
And we know Flipper, lives in a world full of wonder
Flying there under, under the sea”

The theme continued on an endless loop.

“God I used to love that show when I was a kid” said James, “Did you ever see it Jenna?”

“Why are you asking me such a stupid question? We need to get out of here” Jenna replied

James lay there listening to the lyrics of “Flipper” over and over. Under, under the sea, thought James. “Jenna, is there anything in the sink?” Jenna peered into the sink. It was full of dirty water. She reached in and felt around the contents of the bowl. Her hand grasped onto a plastic bag and she quickly pulled it out.

“I found something” said Jenna. She tore open the bag and inside was a key. She quickly tried it on her locks but it didn’t open.

“Throw it to me” cried James. Jenna threw him the key. James grabbed it and put in into the lock on his table. It worked. All of the shackles on James’ limbs popped open. “It worked! I’m free”, said James, “I’m fucking free!”

Just then a voice over the speaker spoke:

Saw-Voice: (mimicking the Flipper theme) “No one you see is smarter than he”. Or is he? You figured out that there is a world of wonder under the sea. But that world has just begun for you James. When you unlocked your shackles, you also unlocked your safety net James. You have activated a time bomb attached to your penis. This device is set to explode in three minutes. The only way to stop it, is to find the four digit code hidden somewhere in this room. Only Flipper can help you now James.

James looked down at his penis to discover a small ring of plastic explosives and a digital display unit attached to the base of his shaft. It was counting down from three minutes and beside it was a touch pad that was to be used as a means to stopping the countdown.

James started screaming, “What the fuck is this!? Who the fuck are you?”

James ran around the room looking for anything, he flipped over the massage table and tried opening the door to exit the room, which was locked from the outside. He slumped to the floor crying and looked at over at Jenna. She sat there chained to the sink, unable to do anything. His eyes gazed down at her navel to her belly ring. How cute he thought, she had a dolphin tattoo below her navel.

“Wait a minute,” said James aloud, “Dolphins…under the sea…” James rushed over to Jenna and stared at her torso. He looked down at the counter, two minutes left.

“Get away from me you fucking ass-hole!” screamed Jenna.

“What is the code?” James yelled, “What is the fucking code?”

“What are you talking about, I don’t know any code”

James looked down at the clock, ninety seconds left. In desperation he slammed his fist into the mirror. He picked up one of the pieces of the shattered mirror in his hand and lunged towards Jenna. She screamed and cowered behind the sink. James pulled her out from behind the sink and began to rip apart her stomach with the broken shard of glass. He reached into her bleeding abdomen and searched for something, anything that would lead him to the code to unlock him from his hell. He looked down at the timer and there were only ten seconds left. James crept over to the corner of the room and began to sob, “Why oh why?” he said.

The detective arrived at the scene later that evening.

“Holy fuck! What in the hell happened here?” said detective Jones.

“Looks like the same guy” replied his assistant, “Some pretty sick shit. Poor motherfucker had an explosive device attached to his dick. Not too sure why he wasted the chick, but I guess in that situation you don’t really care right?”

Detective Jones rolled over the dead girls body and looked at her back, “Hey, why does she have the numbers 4-4-4-4 written on her back?”

“Beats me,” replied his assistant, “Who knows half the shit that goes on in these places.”

The TV continued to play in the background…

“There once was a boy, that lived by the sea,
ever so kind, but lonely was he,
until one day, one day when he met,
a friend he'll never forget!”

 

[shygirl]

Cleo was a jaded masseuse who had been involved in the industry for several years. Throughout her time she had developed a style to deal with the various clients she faced on a daily basis. The industry had hardened her and she slowly went from an enthusiastic girl-friend experience type of approach to a more mechanical operational format. As she ventured from location to location, she always had her legion of followers, guys who for some reason or another, had fallen in love with her and know matter where she ended up, eventually found her and expected to renew their acquaintances like some long lost intense passionate love affair of days gone by.

David was such a follower. His feelings were that on her good days, Cleo was worth ten bad days. Those were good odds for him to justify a paid visit. On this particular day, David

 

[Billy G]

Eric was one of those kinds of guys that everyone took an instant liking to. He was good looking, charismatic, respectful and well spoken. The only thing he lacked was buried deep within his own psyche

 

[wer30snfun]

whoa ... do you have the concept of social commentary down pat or what ?

 

[darkmousyfan]

This is just too sick! Has anyone else noticed a common link to these threads? As funny as the situation first appear, they quickly turn into mutilating massage girls. Is there something that I am missing here?
This is so not funny.

 

[Alessa]

No you didn't miss a step ... unless you saw the movie SAW II and then you get to see the twist. But since the only relation between the two is in the manner in which people are subjugated to die ... a mix of SAW and Massage, even though I am a hugh fan of horror, I just thought this to be tasteless especially with the use of some women who are currently working in the biz.

As creative as Ref is ... this is some sick shit that just doesn't belong here.

Sorry ... JMHO,

VBB

 

[Millo]

Ref is the New Goya of massageplanet.net

 

[peyton blair summers]

that is some sick shit

 

[YA Junkie]

Paging Dr. Freud to this thread...Dr. Freud...

 

[northernredneck65]

Ref:

When I was in university I had a friend who's idea of fun was drawing pictures of Nazi tanks on desks in "Politics 101." These tanks were running over Stars of David... or sometimes he'd just draw the people themselves.

At 19 years of age his drawings seemed kind of funny and I laughed too, which is something I regret at 39.

Like my friend, I honestly believe you posted these works of fiction to "get a reaction" and/or stir up debate.

Please keep in mind the following however:

1.) Saw isn't mainstream entertainment.

2.) Your works of fiction are posted in a general discussion board where most people are gonna find them offensive. While we have a CHOICE in a theater NOT to see Saw, you've taken away that choice here.

3.) There are guys out there who will take this stuff a little TOO seriously. You know the kind: they arrive at the latest Vampire movie dressed in black and sit in the back row.....

4.) How would you feel if somebody out there gets "aroused" reading your fiction then takes it out on an MPA? DON'T LAUGH. An MPA once told me she found a broken bottle hidden under a pile of towels during a massage. Needless to say she ended the session.

The MPA I see regularly barely weighs 90 lbs and I get worried about her safety.

Anyway, it's certainly a free country and you can post what you like... I'm just giving you some things to think about.

Merry Xmas

IL

 

[Fl_lCK OBAMA]

I don't find it offensive, but I see it as satire. Maybe the best he's ever done, but also the most biting.

my perspective FWIW and knowing Ref , I don't doubt Ref will consider all your thoughts ... no, really ... I got the impression 'saw' was mainstream ... people have the choice not to read it or put ref on ignore ... someone who's deranged is already deranged and Ref, like Marilyn Manson, is not going to have any significant impact ... I'd agree regarding the names. Different names could have been used and we would still figure out the characters, being the astute adults we are.

happy holidays

saint pool


PS Ref, let's do the dinner thing soon.

 

[CARLY MCKENZY (MATHS)]

My name is James and I just saw Jenna for the first time a couple of weeks ago. I wanted to go back but now.....


As sick as it may be, it is some creative shit. Twisted, but creative. Inappropriate for the Massage section, but really creative. I have not yet seen Saw however I don't think I will ever be able to do the shower massage again... or watch Flipper.

Can someone please tell me which parlours Ref haunts, so I can know where NOT to go.

 

[The Accomplice]

... but my point pool is this is listed under MASSAGE ...

If massageplanet.net had a "fiction" section then I could choose to read works of fiction for better or worse.

By posting it in an area where guys go to read "normal reviews" or discuss various MPs or MPAs and they start reading think it's a regular review.... well how do I have a CHOICE in the matter?

I've already started reading.... and for the record I stopped at part 2 ....

By the way, there's a new movie coming out in January called HOSTEL produced by Quentin Tarantino. It's supposedly extremely graphic, deranged and will make SAW look like Frosty the Snowman...

 

[CaliBlondi7]

Relax Francis

 

[jordan h]

It was shown in "mainstream" theatres, and you can rent DVDs at "mainstream" video stores. That's mainstream enough for me.

I never saw the movie; I'm not into horror.

This set of stories are the logical outcome of writing some short stories based on Saw.

Twisted? Sure. Getting girls at MPs to dress up as schoolgirls is also reasonably twisted based on any reasonable definition of "mainstream."

 

[loveee <3]

May be u should just write a book, instead of posting them for free here on massageplanet.net.

 

[simon159]

I think there was discussion of a fiction section before, IL or was that gay reviews ... I forget. The commentary and inspiration, in part, is related to MPAs and MP guys. You're right in that some people may not be aware of Ref's uninhibited form of expression, but we all know when we click on a Ref post, God [and Ref] only knows what's in store for us.

Maybe if there was a warning in the title ...

I really didn't want to get caught debating over this ( then why are you mr pool ... why ?? ... why ??... for the love of fred ... why ? ). I'm not surprised at people's reaction though, although I am surprised how one sided it is. Generally, if I don't like something, I don't respond in hope it will just sink into oblivion and hope others don't keep it alive. But that depends on how passionate I feel or how worthwhile it might be to "object".

Aside from the obvious implications of a subject, sometimes we have to ask ourselves why something makes us feel uneasy.

 

[Pompal 09.]

Ref,

Fucking brilliant!!!