“Thanks. I really needed this…”

Trevor stretched out on the massage table as Rudy, his friend of many years, got started working the tightness from his muscles. At first, Trevor was skeptical about Rudy’s decision to take up massage as a second job, but from the very first time he’d felt his roommate’s magic fingers, he changed his tune. It had swiftly gotten to the point that Saturday nights, after Trevor worked a double at the warehouse, Rudy would be waiting for him with the towels and oil, ready to ease out the stresses of the day. It was so pleasant, so downright necessary, that he’d even stopped feeling self-conscious about having to strip. There was the strategically placed towel, after all.

He breathed a sigh of relief as Rudy drummed on his back and kneaded his neck and shoulders. Ten minutes of massage left Trevor feeling like a pile of putty in Rudy’s hands. He’d almost dozed off by the time Rudy told him to turn over.

“I don’t know what your clients are paying you, but it ain’t enough…” Trevor purred as Rudy drove the heel of his hand into a knot that had been bothering him for days.

“Actually, business is a little slow,” Rudy said, drizzling a little more oil. “There’s kind of a lot of massage parlors around. Unless I can find a way to stand out—something to up my game—I might have to call it quits.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something, buddy,” Trevor said.

“Actually,” he said, a dash of mischief in his voice. “I’ve got an idea that I think could be a game changer. I don’t suppose you’d like to help me give it a try.”

“If it’ll help keep you in business, I’m all for it.”

“Good. You just shut your eyes and I’ll get to work on your legs.”

Trevor hardly had to be told to shut his eyes. His lids were getting heavy already. He was going to have a great sleep when this was all over. There was a bit of squeaking and thumping. Rudy must have had to get some equipment in place. Then he felt the strong fingers working at his soles and toes.

“This might be a little… intense, but trust me,” Rudy said. “If I’m right, it’ll be a life changer. Ease yourself down, so your knees off the table.”

Trevor laughed. “I don’t know, man. You’re good, but I don’t know if a massage is going to change me.”

“We’ll see. Here it comes. Remember, eyes closed.”

Trevor felt something smooth and firm press against his toes. The creak of metal and grind of gears accompanied the slow, powerful increase in pressure upon his toes. For a brief moment it pinched, but once the pressure got past the tips of his toes it evened out and felt… magnificent. When Rudy really put his weight into loosening up Trevor’s tight muscles, it felt almost as good as this. But the even, intense pressure was at a whole new level.

“Whoa,” Trevor uttered. “What, are you using heavy machinery or something. That feels awesome.”

“Heh. Heavy machinery. Kind of.”

Rudy grunted lightly, there was another creak, and the pressure moved up to his ankles. He felt the odd pop and crackle of a stiff joint loosening, but mostly he felt warmth and deep, penetrating relaxation. If he’d felt like putty in Rudy’s hands, he felt like a limp noodle in the wake of whatever tools Rudy had added to the mix. If he didn’t know any better, he could feel everything from his shins down sagging under its own weight.

He groaned in delight as the pressure reached his sore, aching knees. Sixteen hours on his feet had left them practically throbbing, and skilled though he was, Rudy’s talents never seemed to do much for that particular ache. But as the wave of firm heaviness passed over his much-abused joints, it was like the nagging pain was squeezed out of them.

Rudy grunted again. Another squeak.

“Whoa,” Trevor said, startled.

Now, instead of the pressure working up his legs, he felt a sharp tug and his body was drawn toward the pressure. He’d been rather liberally oiled, so the slid with a comical squeak across the massage table.

Trevor opened his eyes and glanced down. “Warn a guy when you’re going to do something… like…”

His voice trailed off and his eyes widened. Rudy was standing at the crank on one side of a huge laundry wringer. It was as wide as the table. The gap was level with the surface Trevor was resting on… and his thighs were pinched down into the tiny opening.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Trevor said, grabbing the edge of the table.

Rudy turned the crank and the wringer consumed a few more inches, dragging Trevor effortlessly into its greedy rollers despite his grip on the table. Trevor’s eyes rolled back a bit as the pressure squeezed out tenseness he didn’t even realize he had. It was like the delicious satisfaction of a morning stretch, but amplified to the nth degree.

“I’m pioneering ‘extra deep tissue massage,’” Rudy said.

“Well cut it out! I never agreed to this!”

“Oh, come on. You’re fine, see?”

He took one hand from the crank and Trevor something gently clutch his ankle. Rudy lifted it up. What had once been a size twelve, working-man’s foot looked like a floppy vinyl decal. He didn’t know if it was the oil or the texture of the rollers, but his two-dimensional extremity had a plastic-like sheen. He tried to swivel his ankle and wiggle his toes, but the rubbery remnant of his foot barely wobbled. It didn’t feel paralyzed or numb. If anything, it felt so thoroughly de-stressed and relaxed that he just lacked the will to move it.

While he was marveling at what had become of his foot, Rudy took advantage of the distraction and gave the wheel two more quick turns. The machine gobbled up three more inches of thigh, sliding him down until his balls were resting lightly against the bottom roller beneath the towel preserving his modesty.

“Oh, careful, wouldn’t want to ruin this,” Rudy said, pulling the towel away to render Trevor entirely nude.

“Hey!” Trevor said, covering himself with his hands. “Come on, man, cut it out!”

“Aw, come on.” Rudy said, slowly squeezing the foot in his hand. “Doesn’t it feel good? Doesn’t it feel revolutionary?”

The scrunching and rubbing of Rudy’s hand on his foot sent waves of pleasure through Trevor. The pressed flesh was so much more sensitive, every little bit of stimulation was like nothing he’d felt before.

Trevor involuntarily tipped his head and rumbled with a low, moan. Once again, like he was playing some demented game of red light/green light, the instant Trevor looked away, Rudy spun the crank. The rollers sucked Rudy’s groin in. There was a brief, dizzying burst of almost unbearable sensation when his balls slipped through, but that quickly fell away to an unrelenting, twisting, pinching force in his manhood. His attempts to cover himself had meant his fingers were mashed flat along with his balls, rendering him utterly defenseless. But he officially didn’t care. As Rudy eased the wheel with deliberate slowness, Trevor felt the length of his shaft tamping down, its sensitive nerves sending throbbing jolts of pleasure to a brain increasingly lost to the lustful slide toward climax.

He panted, his face flushed and his eyes clamped shut as the sensual pressure became almost too much to bear. As the sensitive head of his shaft eased between the rollers, he shuddered and writhed, holding his breath as a powerful orgasm set his brain aflame.

It was longer and more intense than any climax he’d ever felt, and when it finally eased away, it seemed never to drop below a low simmer, arousal remaining ready and willing to nudge him back toward ecstasy at the slightest provocation.

“Do you still want me to stop?” Rudy asked.

He was gradually turning the crank. Trevor watched as the rollers crept past his belly button, working their way up his chest and leaving behind the blissful, distilled relaxation that had robbed everything from the waist down of its mobility.

He didn’t want Rudy to stop. It felt so good, all he could think about was how it would feel as his chest, his shoulders, his head were flattened. Embarrassed, he couldn’t bring himself to say he wanted to go all the way, but his eyes must have been screaming it, because Rudy smiled and very slightly quickened the pace.

His pecks felt the smooth firmness of the rollers creep over them. He released a wheezing moan as the air was squeezed from his lungs like toothpaste from a tube. His shoulders were treated to the impossibly relaxing and yet powerfully stimulating effects of the rollers, and he shut his eyes as his chin pressed down and his nose compressed. As the last of his head was rolled to less than a quarter of an inch, he slipped to something between sleep and a trans. He was aware of everything, but his mind felt like it was adrift in a fuzzy sea of comfort and relief.

He felt himself flop to the floor, his body piling atop itself. A moment later the strong fingers of his roommate lightly took him by the head and unfurled him, then laid him out on the massage table. Trevor fought his eyes open. Rudy caught his gaze and smiled, then carefully raised his head and folded it over, pressing his face against his own chest and plunging him into darkness. The folding continued. His groin slapped down against the back of his head, his legs were lovingly folded up and tucked in. What little of his arms weren’t already mashed against his body were tucked underneath him. Then he felt palms run across his body, creasing and smoothing him.

~~~

Rudy lifted the flesh-tone bundle that had once been his roommate. Now he was little more than a neatly folded bit of rubbery flesh only a bit larger than a Sunday paper. He ran his fingers over the warm surface and felt Trevor twitch and shiver at the touch, then stuffed him into a gym bag.

“Well, I’d say that was a success.” He zipped the bag shut and threw it over his shoulder. “Now all I have to do is figure out what to charge…”