The Massage room

Diary of a mad man?

Or just another day with Parkinson’s?

The Massage Room

I use to jokingly say that My goal in life was to be the world’s oldest living porn star!

My younger self thinking about how exciting it must be, getting naked in front of strangers.

Boy has Parkinson’s changed my way of thinking !

Yesterday was a great example of be careful what You wish for!

It was my opportunity to expose “ big Jim and the twins” to two different females.

Yes me, lying on a table with no more than my birthday suit on!

As I laid there I remember hearing something about upper abductors and testicles.

But I just seemed to hear the word testicles and some thing seemed to stir inside me.

Little did I know that acupuncture and needles would require me to rename “ Big Jim” to a more appropriate “ Shrinking Violet”!

The twins on the other hand seemed to make such a quick dash into my body that I felt my eyes bulge , causing my glasses to fall forward.

It was then that I realized that this wasn’t a massage room but a torture chamber!

Female#1 proceeded to find pressure points to insert needles up and down my inner thigh, only stopping to confirm “ Does this hurt “ then once confirmed insert a long cylindrical device into my leg or reproductive area and move on to another point of concern.

Up and down this interrogation continued. Those words etched in my brain “ Does it hurt?”

She seem exasperated at my resistance to confess, but it wasn’t will power it was in all honesty, don’t laugh, my ignorance as to what information I supposedly knew.

These steel probes were then attached to an electrical current that vibrated and pulsed through my sensitive manly area.

A heat lamp was placed over the area.

My only reasoning for this was in case “ Big Jim and the twins” ever decided to make another appearance, a video tribute could possibly be taken.

Female #1 left the room stating “I will be back in 20 minutes “.

Those twenty minutes felt like ….twenty minutes.

The door opened , Female #1 once more asked how I was doing!

I replied “ fine” to which as she closed the door said “ fine there is another 20 minutes then”

The clocked once again ticked down.

The steel probes continued pulsing from the electrical current nearby.

Finally Female #2 entered the room. She started to disengage the electrical connection from the probes.

She slowly removed each probe, pulling them from my Body.

My mind raced, thinking are they playing that game, good massage therapist, Bad massage therapist?

She must have given up hope that Jim and the boys would drop back into game as she removed the overhead lamp.

She slowly started rubbing the areas that the probes had been inserted and once again I heard “ Does this hurt?

She lubricated my body as she twisted, pulled my limbs into positions I never thought possible. Finding a sore area, kneading it over and over. Always interrogating me “Does this hurt?”

I tried to hold back the moans for with each moan Female #2 would giggle and once again ask “ Does this hurt?”

There was no part of my body left to explore.

Both sides of my body were exposed to this torture.

Lotion applied, locate sensitive area, rub sensitive area, pick up limb twist and pull, ask “ Does it hurt?”

Over and over. It seemed like an hour.

I must have wore her down for she finally admitted “ our time is up.”

I could hear the defeat in her voice as she said “ take your time and get dressed.”

My joy was short lived however as it took all of my will power to get off the table, reach for my clothes and painfully put them over my abused and battered body.

As I was leaving the building, I turned to face my tormenters.

Looking them straight in the eyes I boldly stated “ I Hurt see you next month?”

On a side note Big Jim and the twins finally showed up about an hour later😀