A sweaty, post-workout jock seeks solace in a professional massage. Little does he know, the masseur has other plans. As the muscular stud lies face down, the masseur's strong hands work their way down his spine, pausing to knead the taut globes of his ass. The jock's breath hitches as the masseur's fingers brush against his hole, then again when they wrap around his throbbing cock. The masseur leans in, his voice a low rumble, "You're not here for a relaxing massage, are you?" The jock turns his head, his eyes filled with hunger, and the game begins.