Chapter 1

The moment I lifted the weight, I knew I was in deep trouble. Although there was no pop sound, I knew something was wrong. Having been in rehab now for three weeks, I thought I was almost done. I just finished exams and was happy that I was almost done with my first year of college.

Making the roster was the easy. Getting a starting position was difficult. It was mine after rehab and now I was worried. I spent my Freshman year serving as a backup, and only got in a few plays here and there. During the off season, I lifted weights and practiced. The only setback was during the last game. Getting injured on the last game was the worst thing. Getting myself back in shape was easy for me, but I was told to take it slow. Not listening to the trainer was going to destroy my chances.

My only hope was that no one would see me hobble out of the training room. I figured, if I could rest and relax my back I could be ready to start training again. Going to the trainer would only inform the coach to look for a replacement. My scholarship was in jeopardy and I had to keep this latest setback to myself.

Just as I struggled to leave the training area, I saw the bulletin board loaded with ads for tutors and other services. It was the private personal back specialist by Christine that drew my attention. It did not have a picture, but listed all the benefits of the service. I pulled the part of the paper with a number attached to it, and texted the number on it. I quickly shoved it on my pocket and limped back to my dorm.

Laying on the couch and texting my address again and waited for an answer. In between swallowing pills and wallowing in misery and pain, my phone alerted me to a text. Reading I could see she was on her way.

The sound of knocking on the door woke me up from me drug induced sleep. Hobbling to the door I opened it slowly and stepped back due to the pain I was having. Without asking to be invited in, Christine just walked in. I glanced at her quickly as she walked past me carrying a folding table. From the quick glance of her face I could see she was quite attractive. "You must be Christine."

"I can see your in pain Hun. Let me just set this up and I will have you all better."

Christine opened the tabled quickly as I tried to keep from falling over. Her long flowing jet black hair came almost down to her perfect ass. She was wearing a tang top with a shirt underneath, but her large breasts pushed it out. Barely holding myself straight, I waited until she was done before carefully climbing on top the portable massage table. While carefully take off my shirt I got a better look at my masseuse. She was about a few inches short of six feet tall and could clearly see her nipples poking through her top telling me she went without a bra Her shorts barely covered her ass and showed off her tan slender legs. Trying not to stare at her nipples was a chore, but the pain my back was giving kept my erection and mind in check. Acting tough and masculine was my only hope of not showing weakness, and I was failing at it. A few moans of pain escaped when I climbed on and rest my face down on the head rest.

Christine shocked me when she realized who I was. "I hate to be asking this question, but why didn't you have the trainer look at this?"

"He can also put me off the team for not listening to him." I replied trying to get her to feel sympathy for me.

I could hear her soft voice calm my uneasy nerves. "I see. Well I can fix you up unless there is something broken or torn. Then I can't help you."

Christine's hands gripped my shoulders sending tingles down my spine. All the hairs on my back stood at attention. Her soft hands seemed so strong on my shoulders as they wrapped around my neck and slowly went down my spine. By the time she reached my lower back though, I moved in discomfort. I was trying to be still but the pain was overwhelming.

"Sorry about that babe, but I need to get that knot out of your back so I can work on that muscle."

I was not going complain, and I sure did not want to sound weak. "Don't worry about me. You can do anything you want if you can fix it."

I heard her almost giggle before she responded back. "OHHHH, ok. Since you really want to feel better. I will give you a full body healing then."

The only thought I had was this hot brunette rolling me over and stroking my hard cock off in a great big happy ending. The thought was confirmed when she pulled down my shorts.

"First things first. These have got to go."

With my shorts pulled off I was now completely naked with my ass facing straight up in the air. Christine's left hand was rubbing the sore area of my back, but I also felt her right hand exploring my ass. It was not long before she was now caressing my ass cheeks and gently rubbing them. The feeling was both hurtful and pleasurable. The pain of my back was still there, but the pleasure of having my ass rubbed was making up for it.

The sudden shock of a finger pushing into my ass brought me back to reality. I could feel her already fast the first knuckle before I spoke up. "Whoa! I am not into that."

With her hand pressing down on my back, almost keeping me down to the table and still. Christine's soft voice tried to reassure me. "It's ok. I need you to relax before I put your back in place. Having you totally relaxed means doing this to make you orgasm."

Not wanting to be known as the guy around the campus who gets fucked by girls. I wanted this, but I was also dead set against what Christine really wanted to do. "That's fine and all, but I rather you either sucked me off or stroked my cock."

Her voice keeping the same soft tone "Such a mouth on you. I promise you will love it"

Before I could get another word in her finger pushed past my sphincter muscle and was all the way in. I could feel the pressure in my ass, but it was more of a slight discomfort since it was only one finger. I struggled to get up and was lifting myself off the table before I felt her free hand slam me back down on the table. She was now almost holding me down against my will.

"Hey, I told you to stop!"

"SHHHH. I am going to help you, but you have to let me. Just lay back down and enjoy it."

I was not going to be abused, and Christine was not going to take no for an answer. "I told you to stop, and I mean it bitch!"

I was almost a few inches off the table when I snapped at Christine. Her hand not only slammed me back down hard on the table, it dug back into my back holding my muscle. I could feel my entire back on fire as she pressed hard on the muscle. Pain shot through my body and kept me almost helpless. The more I tried to fight it, the more pain surged through me.

Christine's voice lost the soft tone and became loud and harsh. "Call me bitch will you! I will show you whose the bitch!"

The sound of her bag being moved across the floor as I laid there in agony. Still holding me down, I struggled but Christine applied more pressure each time I moved to be free. Choking back tears got me a few inches off the table, before being slammed back down hard again. Resigning to the fact I was held down, I stopped struggling. Finally when my body relaxed She pulled her finger out of my ass.

I heard the distinct sound of handcuffs being opened. I looked up at my hand but it was too late. My left hand was cuffed and she quickly cuffed my right hand before I could say anything. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Just so you keep still bitch. Now let me show you something special."

Christine brandished a syringe in front of me. She pulled the small cork from the tip and showed it to me. "You do anything I don't like I am going to make sure your drug tests pull up positive. This stuff stays in your system for months."

"So what the fuck do you want from me?" I was angry now, but the pain in my back kept me from leaping off the table. I have never hit a girl before and was doubting I would hold back.

Christine's has a distinct show of disdain in her face as I struggled to keep my head propped up. The more I tried to move the more pain shot through my body. I stopped caring about Christine, and was more worried about my back. The thought of having a back operation was scaring me and fear filled my mind.

"Do not speak unless I ask you a question. I am going to let you get up from the table and I want you to kneel on the floor. If you so much as get up or even try to get up I will stick this needle in you. I know they are testing you next week, and this will ruin you. So behave and listen."

I nodded in agreement. There was nothing else I could do, and as she seemed to know more about what was going on with the team then I did. As my mind was going through as the scenarios of what was going to happen to me and my back.

Christine still had her hand on my back. She pressed hard on the muscle and the pain became almost unbearable. With tears in my eyes she seemed to press her whole body against mine, and within a split second I felt her hand push to the side. I was just about to scream out in pain, but as she pushed to the side the pain in my back subsided. The throbbing numbing pain from the muscle was still there, but the muscle felt back in place and I could move again.

The shock and awe of my back being put back in place made me almost forget that I had my hands cuffed as I laid naked on a massage table.

Christine snapped. "Get up off the table and get on your knees."

As much as I wanted to strangle this bitch, the idea of her getting my back fixed made up for her demanding attitude. I obliged her demands and knelt on the floor in front of her. I watched Christine sit on the couch, and I moved my body so I was now facing her. Christine motioned with her hand for me to move forward. I moved up while still on my knees and was now right between her legs. She looked me dead in the eyes still holding the exposed needle in her hand.

"Now it's payment time bitch. You will do what I want or else. I would hate to give this to you, but I will. It's been a long day, and I need to get off. You are going to help me now."

A small smile came across my face after she said that. I was going to eat out this hot kinky girl. So what if she was into weird fetish stuff. Christine was hot and willing. Eating pussy was something I enjoyed anyway. Handcuffed or not, I was going to enjoy this. I just wished there wasn't the fear of her sticking me with that needle.

I just nodded yes, making sure that needle was as far away from me as possible.

Christine laid back on the couch and reach for her shorts. Instead of pulling them down she moved them to the sides and out flopped a large limp penis. It looked over 6inches and was not even hard.

"Suck me off."

My mouth dropped in utter shock. "No fucking way am I sucking your dick you freak!"

Christine moved up within a instant and had that needle by my neck. "You move and it's in you and then I will fuck you anyway. You will either suck me now or after I fuck your ass. So either do it now or clean my dick after it's been in your ass."