Robbie

Robbie 5

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Robbie

by Willie B Florida
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PART FIVE

"Oh crap, where did those kids go?"

"No worries, honey. They're at Mochi. It's just around the corner."

The air conditioning was blasting away and the interior was far too pink and plastic, but for some reason the two naked youngsters were gulping down large containers of frozen yogurt and didn't seem to be a bit cold. The adults went through the line and piled toppings on their own frozen desserts and sat down next to Trin and Robbie.

"We've got a treat lined up for you," Marie informed them.

"A better treat than this?" Trin squealed.

Robbie's dad expected the boy to be suspicious and had been trying to figure out how to get him into Gallery J without putting up a huge fuss, but whether it was the dessert, Trin or Marie's "treat" approach, Robbie seemed interested enough.

"Yup, even better than this," Marie asserted. Sex, sugar and rock and roll.

They tossed their empty containers into the recycling bin and sauntered down the brick sidewalk to Gallery J. Two large recliners faced the street on the other side of the huge display window and Robbie's dad imagined the kids inside getting all over rub-downs. He had only a vague idea what the 'boy wake up' and 'girlathon' entailed, but he guessed that it was relaxing and just a bit on the sensuous side. After all, these were only kids after all!

The group were greeted by a trio of enthusiastic twenty-somethings dressed in matching form-fitting black spandex outfits. Gallery J was printed across the fabric in a bright-white calligraphic font, the letters undulating over the bosoms of the two female employees and rippling more gently over the toned physique of the one male.

"Good morning," Robbie's dad greeted them. "We were recommended by the office across the street -- um, your 'boy wake up' service?"

"Sure, my name's Trish, and I'll be happy to explain. Have you ever visited one of our Galleries before?"

"Um, no, I have not," Robbie's dad replied.

"We're located in cities all across Florida, each one with a letter, Gallery A, Gallery B, and so on. So, this is Gallery J."

"Shouldn't it be Gallery G," Robbie interrupted, "You know, Gainesville."

"That would have been great," Trish giggled, "But they're in the order the locations were opened."

"So, am I right, you're the one getting pampered in our spa service today?"

Robbie looked at his dad.

"That's right!" Jim confirmed.

"And what's your name?" asked one of the female attendants, coming around the desk and speaking directly to Robbie. "I'm Annette."

"Um, Robbie." Marie noted that the boy was consciously trying to lower his voice and stand up straight.

"Pleased to meet you, Robbie. You're a very good looking young man." Robbie followed the woman's gaze and looked down at his naked body. "Our goal today is to make you feel absolutely fantastic. If you'll come with me, we have a little video game to get you ready for today's experience and then we'll move you into our massage lounge." Giving Marie and his dad a nod and a smile, the woman guided Robbie down the corridor.

"While Robbie's helping us out with some pertinent information, let me just go over the services we'll provide today and take care of some details. What about the young lady?" the male attendant inquired.

"Trin?" Marie asked the young girl, "what would you like to do, get the 'girlathon' spa treatment, or watch Robbie get his?"

"Um, I dunno, what's he going to get?"

"Okay, well, I'll do the rundown here with y'all. So, Robbie's playing a video game right now that helps us to determine a lot about his attractions and predilections--basically, what turns him on. It's in the form of a game rather than a questionnaire because that gets into his subconscious likes and dislikes a lot more quickly and effectively. Once we've created his profile, we'll get started with his spa treatment. Our formula works on all the erogenous zones. The skin is the largest, of course, and our massage creme goes deep into the pores, warming and stimulating the entire body surface. Based on Robbie's profile we'll have added our patented line of hormonal components to the creme as well as subtle scents. These work on the olfactory system and the deepest parts of the brain stem, awakening the erotic stimulus at the most basic level. As our therapists work the creme into his skin, they'll pay special attention to those special erogenous zones. Some are obvious: ears, toes, nipples, belly. But some are surprising, and very individualized to each person, so we'll be working on those surprise areas as well. Don't worry," the attendant assured them, "we get to the more exciting zones as well." He paused for a moment and looked Trin straight in the eyes. She grinned back. "Yes, the buttocks, perineum, prostate, scrotum, testes, mons pubis, phallus . . . let me ask, is this a special present for your boy, or are awakening him for a specific purpose?"

"I guess I accidentally stripped my son and he's just not getting used to it," his dad responded.

"Actually, my niece asked to have him stripped, and in our family the girls get what they want," Marie laughed, giving Robbie's dad a serious nudge in the ribs with her elbow. "Don't they?"

"They sure do," he replied, looking at the attendant with a look of rueful resignation.

"But, he still won't fuck me," Trin declared, hands on her hips. "It sure is a difficult decision. I really want to watch, it sounds so exciting. But if the 'girlathon' is anything like this, I mean, how can I pass that up? I just don't know!"

"Thanks for letting me know the situation," the spa attendant replied. "We'll be sure to give Robbie the full treatment. All you really need to decide is whether you want him brought all the way to orgasm, or just hanging there at the end, dying to cum."

"Wow, this thing is a lot more, what shall I say, x-rated . . . ? I mean, he's just 14 you know?"

"4, 14, 24 . . . no problem," the spa employee smiled. "That's Florida! In any case, let's get the papers signed. You'll need to initial all the various boxes to indicate you've given permission for staff to stimulate each erogenous zone. Sign at the bottom. Then we need you to slide your ID and his through our system. If the young lady wants a spa treatment, too, we'll need her ID as well and get her started on the profiling."

"Will it work if she's my niece?" Marie asked. "Her moms aren't in town with us."

"Unless you're her legal guardian, I'm sorry. We're not permitted to provide the services without the IDs matching up."

"Looks like your decision is made for you," Marie prodded Trin.

"That is such a relief!" Trin exclaimed. "I really do want to watch. It is going to be so exciting!"

"Well, that takes care of that," the attendant laughed. "Let's slide those IDs and settle the payment. The package is $179.00. We give a $25.00 discount for the referral from SFF, so the total is $154.00. And, a final decision? Is the boy to be brought to orgasm at the end, or are you leaving him hanging?"

"I think it's up to you," Marie said to Robbie's father. "You're a male, what's your opinion?"

"Well, I guess that depends on the ultimate goal. Is it to get Robbie to fuck Trin, or to make him happier as a stripped Florida boy?"

"I think it's to make him happier," Marie offered.

"What? That boy so needs to fuck me!" Trin protested.

"Well, if happier is the goal," his father continued, "let him come. He'll be feeling really good and revel in being naked--at least for a while. If he doesn't come, he'll be feeling frustrated. The naked thing will get all mixed up with the aggravation and . . . let's face it, Trin, I don't think you want to get fucked just because he's frustrated."

"It's not fair!" Trin pouted, but without her usual vehemence.

"You want to see him cum, don't you!" Marie teased.

"I do," Trin admitted, "I'm glad you couldn't sign me up for the spa thing. This is going to be so awesome!"

"And, Robbie's going to be happier!" Marie concluded.

"I sure hope so." Robbie's dad pulled out his new Florida ID, the court papers, and Robbie's California school ID card as well as his VISA credit card.

The attendant gave a glance at the complex paper work. "I'll just take this into the office for them to sort out and we'll prep the spa space for your son. We start with a one-way mirror, so y'all can watch from the street outside. About halfway through the treatment the mirror goes transparent and Robbie realizes he's on display to the public. You'll enjoy the reaction, I'm sure. If you'll just wait a moment, sir, we'll make sure the paperwork goes through and then you can move outside and enjoy the show!"

"I know I'm going to!" Trin giggled with excitement.

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The three lingered in the lobby, hoping to catch Robbie before he was taken into the "treatment room" but after another ten minutes one of the young ladies at the front desk told them that he was already on the table and that if they didn't head outside they'd be missing the show.

Jim, Marie and Trin hurried outside.

A much more compliant Robbie than his father had expected was lying fully naked--of course--on the luxurious faux leather recliner in the large display window of Gallery J. The recliner had been adjusted to lie flat and Robbie's head was nestled in a face cradle. Two spandex-clad Gallery J therapists, one male and one female, were slicking Robbie's skin with oil from head to toe. Even his hair was fully greased and one of the therapists took her time to work her nails into Robbie's scalp and grasp tufts of hair and gently pull on them. While the male attendant worked all around the neck and shoulder muscles, the female gave Robbie a thorough foot massage. Soon enough, however, the two were working in tandem, one on each side of Robbie, giving him a simultaneous deep tissue massage up and down each side of his body. Trin noticed with interest how much attention they spent on his upper legs, thighs and buttocks. She let out a squeal as each masseuse (or was it masseur?) reached under Robbie at the same time and snaked his phallus out and between his legs.

They'd been watching the spectacle alone, but as if on cue with the phallic grasp onlookers began to gather from among those walking down the sidewalk. Robbie was rolled over onto his front and his penis throbbed in the air, parallel to his abdomen. The two spa workers seemed to ignore the throbbing organ as they again worked in tandem, starting at the toes, working up the legs, thighs, outer hips, ribs and shoulders. Now things started to get interesting. Two little rubber tube-like appendages were attached to Robbie's nipples. The boy visibly started and his penis made an extra leap in the air.

Watching closely, Trin exclaimed, "I think they're alive! Look, they're pulsing or something."

"Batteries or something?" Marie wondered.

"They're like guppies!" Trin giggled. Whatever they were, they were like two little mouths nibbling and pulsing at Robbie's nipples and it was obviously making him very aroused. The first attendant was now massaging deep into Robbie's abdominal muscles, working closer and closer to his erection. The second was stroking up Robbie's thighs, converging on his crotch.

"Oh my god, that doesn't hurt does it?" Trin cringed in spite of herself.

"I think it's probably super delicious," Robbie's dad observed. Marie grinned at him.

"You're giving me ideas!"

"I wouldn't mind!" Robbie's dad teased back.

The subject of the conversation was Robbie's balls, which were now being held distinctly away from his body with one oiled masseur's hand, and being cradled, and stroked and massaged with the second oiled hand. The other pair of hands moved down the abdomen and were now working just under the erected phallus, incidentally rubbing up against it with each stroke.

The woman took a flask of oil from beside the table and poured its contents liberally along the full length of Robbie's shaft. Without missing a beat she followed with strong grasps, hand over hand and then extended his erection straight upwards. Robbie looked like he was moaning, but no sound came through the sturdy plate glass window. His body was now writhing on the table, as if it were some entity independent of Robbie himself. The man massaging Robbie's balls slid his hands down the boy's legs and folded them up against Robbie's chest, the woman deftly continuing the upward milking of his shaft. The onlookers at the window just had time to see Robbie's puckered anus before a large yellow dildo, no doubt generously lubed up, was slid in one straight motion all the way up into the boy's opening. Robbie's mouth opened with a moan that those outside could not hear and his eyes clouded over in pleasure. A moment later they blinked open and then went wide. Robbie tried to struggle, but with his legs still folded up against his chest, his penis being pulled upwards over and over again, and the dildo being held firmly inside him, he didn't have much room to maneuver.

"I think the mirror just went transparent," Robbie's dad noted.

"He can see us! Hey, Robbie, Robbie, over here!" Trin jumped up and down and waved her hands wildly. Robbie's eyes grew even wider, if that were possible!

But the arousal was too great, he fell back against the table and tried to buck his hips upwards. The man lowered Robbie's legs and spread them wide. The woman continued to massage Robbie's erection upwards, hand over hand, while the man now forcibly thrust the yellow dildo in and out of the boy's anus. With a massive thrust of his hips upwards Robbie seemed suspended in mid-air while bursts of white ejaculate fountained into the air.

Trin clapped her hands and jumped up and down in excitement, scremeing loudly for the gathered audience, "that is so cool, that is so cool. God, I want that boy to fuck me!!!"

The woman's hands held steady as Robbie continued to shoot, while the yellow dildo continued to be thrust into his backside. After what seemed like a full ten minutes the boy slowly lowered his body onto the table. Sweat glistened in a sheen across his skin and his chest visibly heaved as the boy sought to catch his breath.

"Well, if that doesn't get him used to being naked, I don't know what will," Marie proffered.

"Shall we retrieve our boy?" Jim inquired.

"I want him to fuck me!" Trin exclaimed.

"Be gentle with him," Marie suggested. "I know you want him, but he's just had the most explosive experience of his life -- and in case you aren't aware of it, these kinds of things take a lot out of a boy," she glanced at Jim and gave him a wink. "He can't just get it up and go at it again in a few minutes."

"But," Trin persisted, "he's on the pills, right?"

"He is," Marie went on, "and he'll look hard, but still . . . this time, Trin, you're going to have to be patient."

Trin pouted, but was silent.

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