Massages make everyone pass out right?

Sara had been briefed on the possibilities of the situation the previous evening. Last night Sara, Ashley, and Deedee had all spoken over the phone and set up multiple scenarios to make sure that the day went exactly how they needed it to. Oddly enough, this scenario was playing out almost exactly as it had when Deedee had first become a customer of the salon. So it was with total confidence that she dragged the bedraggled boy back to the dark room they had set up. “Ok T, I’m gonna need you to strip.”

Trent’s mind caught on the shortening of his name before the rest of the sentence caught up to him. “Could you not shorten my name?” The question slipped out as he began to take off the oversized yet still cropped sweater that he had slipped on earlier. Leaning down to pull off the sneakers he sighed in relief as his feet sat flat on the ground again.

“I think it is cute, so no.” Sara’s playful grin was accentuated with a slap on his ass as she moved over and lit a few candles. “Plus, you aren’t the one footing the bill for this particular enterprise.”

Trent’s eyes went round as the spank on his legging covered bottom stung for a moment, but also caused a twitch in his cage that was unexpected. Looking around the room, he didn’t spot any towels or robes to change into out of the leggings. “Um, Sara, do you guys have a towel or a robe or something? I am kinda commando over here and I would rather not flash you, you know?” Trying to play it cool, Trent was doing everything he could to keep this cute spitfire of a girl from catching on to the fact that he was wearing the bright pink cage. Of course he was painfully unaware that the sheerness of the leggings when stretched over his large hind end had caused the cage to show through easily.

“Nah, I need you naked for this massage T.” There was the shortening of his name again. “Plus it isn’t like I haven’t seen a guy in a cage before.” Sara’s giggle cut across the room as Trent’s eyes widened. “Do you need help or anything? Deedee said you had a hard night.”

Trent stood there dumbstruck, finally looking down at the front of his pants. Deedee had carefully distracted him the entire time and kept him from noticing the pink bulge that showed through the thin black leggings. “Oh my god, tell me it wasn’t that visible before. Tell me it is a trick of the light in here or something?” The blush that crept across most of his body made his embarrassment apparent. The thought of tall gothic Ashley and the small cute Sara seeing the cage on him and knowing about it made him incredibly self-conscious..

Giggling loudly, Sara walked up and rolled her eyes at him. “God, you act like you are the first kinky girl I have met.” Hooking her thumbs in the side of the leggings he had on, she quickly pulled them down. Before Trent could react, she had them down around his ankles as she squatted right in front of him. Trent’s jaw dropped open and his hands shot forward to try and cover up his immodesty, the surprise of it all completely keeping him from registering that she had called him a girl. “Step out hun, we need to get this started.” The nature of the **** in his system and the inability to move his hands made it simple for her to pick up a leg at a time and pull the feminine garment off. “Good, now lie down on the massage table face down please we need to get all these procedures started.”

Trent climbed onto the table to lay down as quickly as he could without jumping. He knew that if he could lay down and clamp his legs together he could hide the cage. It didn’t matter that her face had been literal inches from it just moments ago, hiding it was all that he could think about. “Just the massage right? I don’t know what my dad…. I mean, what Deedee had scheduled for me, and I kinda don’t want to find out.” Trent hastily corrected calling the woman that had driven him here his dad. Sure it seemed like Sara and Ashley likely already knew, but the less people that associated him and Deedee, the better.

Rolling her eyes again in a significantly less playful manner, she was already tired of the complaining. She yearned to be able to shut the boy up. The idea of a ball gag between his lips brought a grin to her face that would have made a cold sweat pop out on Trent if he had seen it. Yet she knew it was way too soon for that. Plus she had a plan to make this easier on herself. Gathering up a shot glass that had been prepared earlier, she brought it over and kneeled down so her face was even with his. “You know, I used to be a nurse. But I found that I really like helping people achieve their best self more, plus it totally pays better. And you look like you are far from your best self right now.” Her giggle at his current state was playful even as he felt the heat of his blush deepen even more as he assumed she had meant his cage. “How about I set you up with a liquid IV? Just something to take the sting out of that hangover that Deedee mentioned.”

Trent thought for a moment as he recalled the story a friend of his had told him on a recent trip to Vegas. They had partied way too hard and been useless the next day, until they had gotten a service to come by with an IV and it had worked amazingly. Turning his head to look at the helpful girl, Tren nodded slowly. “That would be awesome.”

It was with clinical precision that Sara began to move about the room. In no time she had readied up a bag of saline and a drip feed. Pulling the rolling bag holder over to the side of the table she quickly lanced his vein. The wince from the boy had her shaking her head silently, even children reacted better in her experience. “Wow, you took that like a champ. You must have a really high pain tolerance.” The words did not match the look on her face, but she knew that a bit of flattery would push him into an even more comfortable state.

Once the bag was set, Sara moved to start the massage. Her small soft hands began to rub out his upper shoulders. Just running her warm hands across his back caused Trent to sigh in contentment. A typical massage like this would involve digging into the knots in his back and loosening him up that way, but the last thing Sara wanted right now was to cause him any sort of pain. Letting the whole situation relax the boy, she slowly just rubbed against his back softly. In less than five minutes she began to hear a slight snore come from his mouth.

Nodding to herself she pulled a syringe off the table near her and slipped it into the waiting receptacle on the IV. Pushing the plunger, she watched as the **** that would guarantee he would sleep through the long day ahead entered into his bloodstream. “You are gonna be so pretty. I can’t wait.”